Amon received the highest standard of treatment in the caveman tribe. He lived alone in the largest and tallest thatched hut in the village. Even Schrödinger had a soft grass nest with a leather mattress. That night, when Amon was resting, the chief of the tribe, Link, and Amon's new friend, Medanzo, did not sleep. The two were discussing something in private in the big cave with a bonfire.
Link: "Brother, since you came, I have been treating you well and telling my people that you are a friend of the gods. If you are in danger, I will immediately gather the warriors of the tribe to save you … "
Medanzo waved his hand: "Stop, stop, don't mention this, you make me angry! Just tell me what you want. Is there something you want from me again? "
Link's request was a little shy. He leaned over and whispered: "I promised to exchange all the Damasc steel produced by the tribe with you, and I also sent my people to look for the ancestral ruins that you mentioned. You promised me that after you found the ancestral ruins, you will obtain the power of the gods with me, but several years have passed, I am afraid you know that it will be difficult to find it. You have taken away the best iron billets in our tribe, but what you promised to exchange … "
Medanzo interrupted him again: "Link, do you want to settle accounts with me? I've given you a lot of benefits. Whatever I owe your tribe, I'll bring it with me next time. When did I go back on my word? "
Link hurriedly shook his head and said: "No, no, no, I don't mean that. You are looking for the ancestral ruins to master the power given by the gods, right? And your friend … obviously knows how to do it. Why don't you ask him to teach you? If he agrees to teach you, help me ask him too. We have already agreed to learn together. "
Medanzo was embarrassed to say that he met Amon by chance on the road and that Amon had only saved his life, but he did not want to lose face in front of Link, so he had to prevaricate: "Of course there is no problem with Amon teaching me, we have a friendship of life and death! But why should he teach you? "
Link said shamelessly, "I'm begging you. We've been through life and death together! If you agree to this, in the future, our tribe … "He stopped here, implying that there would be plenty of benefits, and at the same time, hinted that Medanzo still owed the tribe something in exchange.
Medanzo was a little embarrassed. He knew that in the outside world, magic could not be learned at will. Only nobles with the permission of the Shrine were qualified to learn magic. No mage would teach magic to a barbarian chief. Doing so would be a violation of the oath made in the Temple, and would also be severely punished.
Just as he was worrying, he suddenly remembered the purpose of Amon's visit and said, "Let me tell you, Amon is here to find something. It is said that the gods lost it here. If you can send your people to help him find it, maybe I can ask him to teach you how to master the power bestowed by the gods."
Link's face lit up with joy. "What is the messenger of the gods looking for?"
"I'm not too sure either, but I can help you pass on a message. Tell him what you think, and then you can ask Amon yourself," Metatro said evasively.
Link hurriedly stood up and said, "Then what are you waiting for?"
Medanzo also stood up and spread out his hands, "It's the middle of the night. You can't let me disturb him empty-handed, can you?"
Link nodded repeatedly, "I understand. There's still wine in the tribe. I'll send someone to get it right away."
Metatro patted him on the shoulder. "As the chief, where did you hide the wine? I'll go get it with you. "
Walking to the entrance of the cave, Medanzo asked again, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, "Do you really think that Amon is the messenger of the gods?"
Link's expression was a little cunning, "Didn't you say that he's a mage? I guess the ancestor you're looking for is also a mage, right? Now I understand what 'mage' means. Since the people here regard him as the messenger of the gods, then he is the messenger of the gods, isn't he? " After thinking for a moment, he added with a very serious expression, "This messenger of the gods has indeed mastered the power bestowed by the gods, there is no doubt about that."
"You still don't know what kind of god he believes in!" Medanzo curled his lips, "There's no doubt about that!"
Link pointed behind him, "It's better than a bonfire, isn't it?"
Medanzo was amused, "You can only say this to me, not to the people."
… …
Amon sat quietly in his room, meditating. He raised his hand and suddenly a bright light appeared in front of him. The light turned into a tongue of flame in the void. This was the fire element magic he had just begun to practice. Unlike the water element magic he first learned, he was soon able to directly summon a flame without the help of a staff. If other second-level mages had seen Amon's skill, they would have been so surprised that their jaws would have dropped.
Amon's staff was very powerful. It made a big difference whether he used it or not. It was Amon's habit to master and familiarize himself with magic in the fastest way, and then practice and experience it in the most difficult way. The flames that he summoned out of the void were quite fun. They looked like little dancing figures, but Amon didn't dare to casually control the flames, for fear of burning down the houses of the people around him.
He looked at the flame and thought about something. This tribe was located in a very high position. If he remembered correctly, he had already passed through three layers of clouds around the mountainside. This was the place where Crazy 'Ole said he could stay. He needed to practice low-level magic on such a high mountain and pay attention to the sky in the east.
Amon was worried about where to stay. He didn't have much food with him. He didn't expect to meet such a tribe. With good food, good drinks, and good hospitality, it was the best place to stay and practice magic. He didn't need to go hunting and find a place to stay. Thanks to Crazy 'Ole's reminder, Amon decided to play magic in front of the bonfire with this idea in mind.
At this moment, Medanzo's voice came from outside the house, "Dear mage, have you rested? I'm Metatro. I'm here to bring you good wine and delicious roast meat for your cat. "
Schrödinger jumped out of the grass. Amon flicked out the flame and shouted, "I haven't rested yet. Come in."
Medanzo opened the door and walked in, followed by two petite female dwarves. One was holding a clay pot, the other was holding a wooden plate covered with flakes of shale. On the hot rocks, the meat was sizzling with oil. The dwarves put down the food and left. Medanzo put two stone cups on the wooden plank. One was empty, the other was filled with animal fat and lit with a straw. This was the oldest candle and the most luxurious lighting tool in the tribe.
Amon was stunned, "You want to drink with me in the middle of the night?"
Medanzo shook his head, "No, no, no. I'm here to offer wine to the messenger of the gods on behalf of the people here." He poured a cup of wine from the clay pot and put it in front of Amon respectfully.
Amon sniffed and knew that the wine was not very good. Although he didn't drink often, his father was an alcoholic. The wine transported to Duc by merchants was always good wine. Amon could tell the quality of the wine by its smell alone, but it was not easy to drink wine in this tribe of cavemen in the mountains.
Amon stretched out his hand, "Thank you. Sit down and drink with us."
Medanzo hurriedly waved his hand, "Dear mage, I should call you my lord outside the mountains. How can I drink with you?"
Amon laughed, "We are in the dwarves' tribe! How can I let you watch me drink alone in the middle of the night when you bring me wine and meat? "
Medanzo nodded, "Then I'll drink with you." He ran to the door and shouted, "Bring another cup!" It seemed that he wanted to drink too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said "I'm sorry" but "No".
Amon asked him to sit down and drink. Medanzo was secretly delighted, thinking that his plan might succeed. This mage was very young, only a teenager. He didn't have the arrogant attitude of the elders in the shrines. He was easy-going and easy to talk to. It seemed that his status was not very high.
On the other hand, it was clear that such a mage was sent to this place as a punishment and exile. His family must have lost power and offended some high priest, so he found a reason to expel him from the shrine and let him fend for himself. How could he find something in this mountain? Where was he supposed to find it?
If that was the case, his plan might actually succeed. Link wanted to learn magic, but Medanzo wanted to learn magic even more. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked his life to go deep into the jungle to find the ruins of his ancestors. Under normal circumstances, a mage would not teach him magic without permission. But in this place, Amon's appearance seemed to be negotiable.
The two drank and chatted. Medanzo intentionally or unintentionally talked about his own experience.
His great-grandfather was a priest of the Marduc Shrine in Bablon City, a sixth-level mage who was only one step away from becoming a supreme mage. Unfortunately, he was injured in a war and escaped the battlefield with a precious magic scroll of flight. Medanzo's great-grandfather died in the deep jungle near the Euphrate Valley, possibly because of the exhaustion of the scroll or the severe injury.
After his disappearance, his family almost went bankrupt and owed a huge debt. At this time, a stranger from afar saved Medanzo's great-grandmother and grandfather. It was a hunter from Assyria who happened to find the remains of Medanzo's great-grandfather, his belongings, and his will while hunting in the Euphrate Valley.
The hunter buried his great-grandfather according to the contents of the will and sent the remains to Bablon City. The remains were very valuable. The staff inlaid with two parangons was enough to pay off the debt. Later, although the orphan and the widow managed to save the territory of the family, they offended a very noble lord in the area. Amon's grandfather lost the right to inherit the position of priest. The reason was that he was not suitable to learn magic and did not awaken the power bestowed by the gods in the ceremony.
This was a complete excuse. It was obvious that someone was not a mage but still enjoyed the status of a priest in name.
Anyway, it was not easy for the orphan and the widow to live. Needless to say, this was a declining noble family. It was almost forgotten in Bablon City. When it came to Metatro's generation, they even lost their noble status and were just ordinary commoners. When people talked about the past, they even laughed at his grandfather for being so useless that his descendants fell into such a state.
The hunter also passed on the last words of Amon's great-grandfather. It was said that the sixth-level mage did not die on the spot after falling into the deep valley. In his pain, he prayed to Marduc for seven days and seven nights. Finally, in despair, he recorded all the magic he had learned in a cave, hoping that someone would find his body and bury him, and then send his belongings back to his hometown. Later, the hunter fulfilled his wish.
As Medanzo spoke, he carefully observed Amon's expression, because this was an offense against the gods. His great-grandfather's behavior also violated the instructions of the Shrine. However, Amon did not get angry, nor did he scold him. He looked solemn and listened very seriously. Only then did Medanzo carefully continue.
When Medanzo was a child, he heard the legend of his great-grandfather from his grandfather. It was a family secret that could not be mentioned to outsiders. When he grew up, he lost the qualification to learn magic, so he began to learn body arts. At the age of twenty, he became a fourth-level warrior. But he never gave up. His life's wish and dream was to learn magic.
This was impossible in Bablon City. No one would teach him. With his status, practicing magic was against the law, and the teacher would be punished. Metatro recalled the story of his great-grandfather. Was the content of the magic written in the cave where his great-grandfather died still there? If he could find that place, he might be able to practice magic on his own.
With a fluke, the young Medanzo went deep into the valley between Bablon and Hittite, trying to find the remains of his ancestor. But he did not have a detailed map. He only knew the general area, which was almost impossible to find. But in the mountains, he became acquainted with a dwarf tribe.
Speaking of this, Medanzo explained nervously, "Dear mage, I see you as a friend and my savior. That's why I'm telling you such a secret. I don't want to become a sorcerer. My ancestor was a mage. According to the law, I should have inherited his position. But he sacrificed his life for the country and was ridiculed as a deserter. His descendants were also treated unfairly. My only goal is to restore the glory of my ancestor and prove that I am qualified to inherit it. "
He waited for a long time but did not hear any reply from Amon. He looked up anxiously and was stunned. After a while, he suddenly came to his senses. He hurriedly stood up, stepped back, and knelt down, "Oh my god, how can there be such a coincidence in the world? You're holding Mr. Nietzsche's keepsake! "
In the candlelight, Amon was holding a small golden plate. There were emblems on both sides, engraved in cursive script and blade script respectively. It looked like a seal or a nameplate of a shrine. When Medanzo told his family history, Amon had confirmed Medanzo's identity. He was the descendant of the deceased mage that Crazy 'Ole found in the Euphrate Valley more than a hundred years ago.
When the deceased mage's widow sent Nietzsche away, she made a gold plate for Nietzsche and told him that if he needed help in the future, he could send someone to find his family with this plate. This plate later became Nietzsche's keepsake. Crazy 'Ole traveled the continent with it and gave it to Amon the night before Amon left. He asked Amon to keep it carefully as it might be useful in the future.
More than a hundred years had passed. Amon was not sure if Medanzo still recognized this keepsake or if the widow's words had been passed down. So he took out the plate tentatively. If Medanzo did not recognize it, he would not mention it again. Unexpectedly, Medanzo recognized it at a glance!
Amon stood up and said, "I'm not mistaken. You know Mr. Nietzsche's name, but why are you kneeling when talking?"
Medanzo answered, "This is the legacy of our family. Mr. Nietzsche is the benefactor who saved our family. It was he who selflessly sent the precious relic of our ancestors back to Bablon City. Seeing this keepsake is equivalent to seeing Mr. Nietzsche. We must greet him and do our best to help him. I've known the emblem on this keepsake since I was a child. I've even dreamed of meeting Mr. Nietzsche or his descendants. "
This was the truth. Medanzo knew that Nietzsche was a sorcerer who practiced magic privately. The magic he learned came from his great-grandfather's legacy. If he met Nietzsche, he might learn the magic left by his ancestors. This was one of Medanzo's childhood fantasies. That was why he remembered the emblem on this keepsake so clearly.
Amon said, "You didn't tell me the whole truth. Mr. Nietzsche was a sorcerer, but you only said he was a hunter."
Medanzo hurriedly explained, "Yes. You also know that a sorcerer's identity cannot be made public, so I dare not reveal it in front of a noble mage like you. Mr. Amon, why do you have Mr. Nietzsche's keepsake? "
Keepsake? Medanzo took it for granted that Nietzsche was no longer alive. After all, it was more than a hundred years ago. The Amon in front of him was either his descendant or his successor. Otherwise, it was impossible for him to take out this token when he was telling the story. He never mentioned Nietzsche's name.
"This is indeed Mr. Nietzsche's keepsake. He gave it to me personally. It's such a coincidence that we can meet here! But if you think about it carefully, there's a reason. You came to this area in search of your ancestor's relics, and I met you here. Let's continue drinking. There must be a reason why you suddenly told me these secrets of your family, right? "Amon walked over and pulled Medanzo up. Then they returned to the simple wooden table and sat down.
Medanzo's face was flushed with excitement. He clenched the stone glass with both hands, leaned forward and said, "Mr. Nietzsche gave you the keepsake himself? So he's still alive? Then he must have been a great sorcerer! Can I see Mr. Nietzsche? Can you take me to see him? "He asked a series of questions. He was so excited that he was a little incoherent.
Amon waved his hand and said, "Medanzo, don't get too excited! I'm afraid I can't take you to see Mr. Nietzsche, and I can't tell you where he is. Your family's teachings don't include this, right? You haven't answered my question just now. Why did you suddenly talk to me about the secret of your family tonight? "
Medanzo finally came to his senses. He remembered that his family's teachings were only to try their best to help the person who held the keepsake, and not to make all kinds of requests as soon as they met. He took a deep breath and finally said, "In fact, the reason why I want to learn magic from you and meet Mr. Nietzsche is also to learn magic. Mr Amon, may I ask if you are also a … "
Amon interrupted him and said, "You want to ask me if I'm also a sorcerer? Mr. Nietzsche was a sorcerer, but it doesn't mean that he will always be a sorcerer. It's not difficult for a great sorcerer to become a mage. Don't forget that more than a hundred years have passed. "He did not say whether he was a sorcerer or not, and vaguely avoided the question.
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