Everyone had moments when they were distracted, which normally wouldn't attract special attention. But for someone like Amon, who had always been calm, it was abnormal for a long time. He was already a second-level mage and had mastered the basic meditation of magic. But suddenly, he couldn't enter the state of concentration. There were always all kinds of distracting thoughts that he couldn't control. This was the obstacle he faced when he continued to practice magic.
This obstacle didn't appear out of thin air. When a person's mind was calm, things that he might not think about or memories that he had forgotten would surface in the depths of his mind. A third-level mage could learn advanced magic. This required absolute peace of mind in the state of meditation. He had to enter a state where he wouldn't be disturbed by the messy information of the outside world and all kinds of distracting thoughts in his mind. So before that, he had to pass this test and enter an unprecedented state of subtlety.
This test was called the Firmness of Faith. In fact, it was a test of a person's concentration and concentration. For a mage, faith was a very important help, because at this time, people often became irritated and distracted, doubting the magic they were learning and the teacher who taught them. Devout faith in the gods could help the heart settle down and break through to a deeper state of tranquility.
If one understood the true meaning of this test, he should know how to face it. He didn't need to pray to the gods, because it was a test of himself after all.
Amon suddenly understood. He also sighed that the more devout a person was, the easier it was for him to pass such a test. For a person like him, if he didn't understand the truth behind it, he would probably be stuck at this stage for the rest of his life.
Amon had developed a very good habit since he was a child. He wouldn't dwell on useless things. He would focus on what he needed to do first. So he stopped thinking about how to pass this test, nor did he think about how to unlock the secrets of the gods. He just continued to practice the basic meditation every day and tried to stay calm in the state of various distracting thoughts.
He also told Link and Medanzo not to disturb him during this time and to practice magic on their own.
Medanzo had stayed in the dwarf tribe long enough this time. He was worried about the situation at home and needed to go back. Before leaving, he carried a heavy leather bag to say goodbye to Amon. Amon taught him the complete secrets of several kinds of low-level magic and told him what the next test was. Then he called Link together and asked them to make an oath.
On the continent, people believed that oaths were effective, and the oath that Amon asked them to make was very special. It was to keep the secret of learning magic from him and not to use it to betray or hurt him. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to pass the tests of "firm faith", "devil's temptation", "integration of body and mind" and so on.
This kind of oath was indeed very effective. Amon wasn't very clear about the next test, but after he understood "firm faith" to "firm faith", he also understood that in order to pass the test, there couldn't be any doubts in the mind. The oath was the seed sown in the faith.
Metatro's backpack was filled with iron embryos and a few pieces of the best Damasc steel billets. As a dignified middle-ranked warrior, he actually did the hard work of climbing mountains with heavy loads. He also worked as a small merchant and smuggler at the same time. He really didn't learn body arts for nothing! Ordinary people couldn't do this kind of work.
Amon asked curiously: "Aren't you tired? How much are these things worth?"
Medanzo patted his bag and said: "Dozens of gold coins! Just these pieces of Damasc steel are worth five gold coins! " He took out three pieces of Damasc steel the size of a fist from his backpack. They were the best refined iron that had been smelted but had not yet been made into objects. He showed them to Amon in a somewhat ostentatious manner.
Amon had been dealing with iron mines and smelting furnaces since he was a child. His staff was made of the same fine iron, but in the Kingdom of Bablon, this fine iron was called Damasc steel. Medanzo was showing off how valuable this thing was, but Amon was a little surprised. It turned out that this thing wasn't very valuable. After going through so many hardships to carry it out of the mountains, it could only be sold for five gold coins in the distant capital of Bablon.
In Duc, fine iron was the exclusive resource of the kingdom. All the mined iron was handed over to the city. The town only paid the blacksmiths wages, not the money for the iron. Most of the time, the wages were paid directly with the ore cores. So Amon didn't know how much fine iron was really worth.
After showing off, Medanzo put the three pieces of Damasc steel into his backpack and carefully put them away. He said to Amon: "What a great harvest this time. The most important thing is that I learned magic from you. You are my teacher and guide. In my heart, just like Link, I am willing to call you Amun. If you have time, you must go to Bablon City. I will do my best to give you the best hospitality. This time, I also made a small fortune. "
Amon thought for a moment and said: "I won't stay here forever. I do plan to go to Bablon City in the future. Take this parangon. Practicing magic requires a lot of energy. I'm afraid you don't have the time to run around and make money all the time. "
Amon casually gave Medanzo a parangon. Medanzo's eyes widened and Link's jaw almost dropped. The two were tongue-tied for a long time. Link panted and said: "Amun! You are too generous. "
Medanzo stammered: "My god! Amon, how can I accept such a precious gift from you? "
Amon thought to himself: a parangon shouldn't be worth making such a fuss about, right? In Duc, where he lived, one parangon could only buy two barrels of the best wine. A merchant would at most give a goat as a gift. These two ignorant guys had never heard of the Terroculus before, so they didn't know how much the black parangon they used was worth. Otherwise, they would have fainted from shock.
"This is not a gift. You made a vow to me and promised to wait for me in Bablon City. I taught you magic in the hope that you can focus on practicing magic. This is for you to go back and settle your family and yourself first. You should properly cultivate at home during this period of time. I will come to you in the future. Just wait for me. "Amon smiled and said to Medanzo. He put the parangon in Medanzo's hand.
Medanzo was so moved that he almost burst into tears. He patted his chest and said a lot of words of admiration. Amon had his reasons for doing so. He had never seen any noble mages on the continent who would work for a living, let alone travel thousands of miles to carry heavy iron ores on their backs for private transactions. Practicing magic also required a stable environment. Otherwise, Amon would not have chosen to stay in the tribe of the cavemen.
It would take several months for Medanzo to go back and forth from the tribe. He would be lucky if he could bring back something worth dozens of gold coins. After deducting the cost of exchanging goods with the tribe and the travel expenses, he wouldn't even make half a parangon. Amon gave him a parangon, which was worth at least a year's profit from selling iron.
Medanzo thanked Amon profusely and left. Before he left, he repeatedly begged Amon not to forget to go to Bablon City to find him. Link and Amon walked him out of the village. On their way back, Link looked at Amon pitifully without saying a word. Link's intention was obvious. They were both Amon's students. His teacher had given Medanzo such a precious thing, so maybe he would give him something too.
Amon realized this. After returning to the village, he said to Link, "I have a story. A mayor asked a kid to look after his sheep for two silver coins a month. Later, the kid had something to do and couldn't look after the sheep anymore. He asked another kid if he could give him one silver coin for a month. The other kid agreed. Tell me, did the mayor owe him one silver coin? "
Amon's story was not made up. The mayor was Dusti, and the kid who took one silver coin to look after the sheep for a month was himself. Link was smart and immediately understood Amon's meaning. He hurriedly explained, "Amun, I didn't say anything. I didn't dare to ask you for parangons. I'm just a little envious of Medanzo! You taught me magic and gave me the power of the gods. I should only thank you and give you my good stuff. How can I say that you owe me anything? "
Amon smiled. He went back to his hut and took out a beautiful copper bottle. He gave it to Link and said, "You and your people have been very respectful to me. I've enjoyed a lot of good food and wine. I'll give this bottle to you. As the chief, you still use clay pots to store wine in your house. You need this as a decoration. As for parangons, you already have them on your staff. As a sorcerer who practices magic privately, Medanzo often needs parangons. He often borrows your staff here. I've seen it. "
Link took the copper bottle. It was the most beautiful artifact in their tribe. No one here had ever seen it. Amon's father bought it for fifteen silver coins. Schrödinger drank all the wine in it. The bottle was also very beautiful. Link held it in his arms as if it was a treasure and happily returned home.
In the following days, Amon concentrated on practicing the basics of magic and meditating. The distracting thoughts gradually settled down. His soul seemed to have dived into a deeper and quieter world. As he sat there, it was as if there was another pair of invisible eyes that could see his body and mind and clearly know what he was thinking. He had an unprecedented experience, and the world outside his body became clear.
The power practiced by mages required them to communicate with the outside world and learn how to control all kinds of energy. Only when one's mind was calm and could overcome the distracting thoughts could one perceive the world more clearly.
One night, Amon was practicing meditation when he inadvertently entered this state. He unintentionally tried out an advanced magic, which was the detection magic that he had already experienced for a long time. In the dark, he could hear the subtle sounds outside the hut clearly without opening his eyes. Along with the sounds, he seemed to see insects crawling in the corner.
He had successfully passed the test of "firm belief". Being able to use at least one advanced magic was one of the requirements for a third-level mage. Although Amon had not read the ancient books on detection magic, he understood the most basic principle of the Eye of Puppetry from the integrated senses of all kinds of elements. There was a summary in the ancient books, and Amon had reached this step on his own.
While he was carefully thinking about this novel method of detection, he suddenly heard the rumbling of thunder in the distance.
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P: Try to add the second half of the chapter tonight.
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