Amon was crying for Crazy 'Ole, for his father, and for Duc. He already knew the news of the disaster, and it was confirmed by the message left by the Terroculus. Nietzsche was dead, his father was dead, Mayor Dusti was dead. No one survived the flood!
When he heard the thunder and saw the dark clouds hanging low in the east, Amon knew that it was raining heavily. In his fourteen years of life, he had never seen Duc raining in summer, nor had he seen it raining for so many days in a row. When the thunder became louder and denser, and the clouds rolled and piled up, Amon also realized what was going to happen.
It was too late for him to return to Duc, because it was raining in the lower parts of the plateau as well. The torrents overflowed the valleys and formed dangerous whirlpools. There were no roads left. No wonder Crazy 'Ole told him to go to higher ground.
Amon stood on a high slope and looked into the distance. He could see nothing but thick clouds and raging lightning. It was the direction of Duc. His eyes were filled with tears. Crazy 'Ole had said that the next message in the Terroculus would appear after the disaster, but Amon had not been able to read it.
Two days after the thunder, Amon vaguely heard a particularly shocking thunderclap. His heart tightened inexplicably. Suddenly, he felt as if the Terroculus in his arms was calling out to him. He immediately went back to the village and entered the quietest cave. He ordered everyone not to disturb him, and then took out the Terroculus. He tried again with the power of meditation, and then he heard and saw Crazy 'Ole's message.
Crazy 'Ole's hair and beard were still messy, as if he was standing in front of him and talking.
"My child, when you read the message, I have just left this life. You heard it right. I am dead, and your father is gone. I died of the wrath of the gods, because I wanted to fly to the sky and see the true face of the gods, to give the strongest blow of my life. I have been trying to unravel the secrets of the gods all my life, but I have never seen the gods, so I will not give up this last chance.
You don't need to ask me why. I can tell you clearly that I'm tired of living! You can also think that I'm really crazy. I'm already 150 years old this year. Divine spells have made me very strong, as if I'm full of power, but this is already meaningless to me. I know you have questions in your heart, and I can explain them to you now.
Do you want to ask me why I did not wait for you to unlock the secrets of the gods, and perhaps even make myself a god? Actually, I don't have much time left. Even if I could live to see that day, it would be impossible for me. I had taken the wrong path from the very beginning. Bale had told me all about it.
You awakened the power of two sides and passed the test of desire. After becoming a level-one mage and warrior, you passed the test of body purity and became a level-two mage and warrior. I've seen all this with my own eyes, but you don't know that I can't repeat this path myself. Perhaps you find it inconceivable.
I haven't trained my body for a long time, so my lifespan is far longer than that of a normal person. I still look strong and healthy, but the power in my bloodline is gradually weakening. Over the past hundred years, I've suffered countless injuries and illnesses that ordinary people can't even imagine. If I were to start again on this path, I wouldn't even be able to pass the test of body purity. Do you think it's funny that an eighth-level mage can't even be compared to you?
If you take the wrong path from the very beginning, the further you go, the higher your achievements, the harder it will be to turn back. So this is what I want to tell you, and also the reason why I asked you to find Bale's whereabouts. As far as I know, Bale may have found all the correct paths before becoming a senior-rank mage and warrior. As for what he hasn't proved yet, you can only rely on yourself.
You may ask me how I predicted this disaster. Just keep it as a secret forever. I've told you everything, and this is the final reservation. As for Duc, perhaps it deserved its destruction. People brought it upon themselves. I'm one of them. My death is the price I pay for everyone. "
At this point, Amon also received a message. It was similar to what Goliath had read in the shrine, but more detailed. It was about the series of tragedies that happened in Duc some time ago, including the origin of these tragedies. Amon couldn't help shouting in his mind, "Crazy 'Ole, you knew the disaster was coming. Why didn't you save everyone? My father died too, he was innocent! "
Crazy 'Ole seemed to have expected this question from Amon. He laughed out loud in the message he left, "Amon, do you want to ask me why I didn't save your father? Why didn't I save everyone? My child, I've already saved you and showed you the way to become a living being. Don't you feel grateful to me? I've experienced countless such questions in my life, and I think the gods are even more so! "
Amon was speechless for a moment. Then, he burst into tears like a child. No, it should be said that he was a child.
Crazy 'Ole and his father had parted ways, ending their crazy and drunken lives. How could Amon not feel sad for the whole of Duc? He had to face the pain of death at such a young age. The destruction of Duc meant that he had no home or family. Amon felt abandoned by the whole world.
Amon was not Goliath. He didn't see the scene where Nietzsche rushed into the sky with his own eyes. He didn't know how the flood happened. He only knew that Crazy 'Ole had predicted it. Amon didn't understand some of Crazy 'Ole's words. For example, he claimed that he died in the wrath of the gods. Why did he rush into the sky and strike the gods with his strongest blow? Which god was he facing? Crazy 'Ole didn't explain it to Amon.
Maybe it was useless for Amon to explain. He hadn't reached the point where he could understand it all. In his grief, the ignorant teenager had no time to understand all this. Surrounded by great sorrow, Amon could no longer concentrate and maintain a focused state of meditation. The process of reading the information was interrupted.
When he was tired of crying, he wiped his tears and remembered that he hadn't finished reading the message. So he tried to concentrate and reactivated the Terroculus. But there was an accident.
Crazy 'Ole was not an omniscient god. He didn't expect that Amon had passed the test of faith and become a third-level sorcerer before the disaster came. Amon interrupted the last message and activated the Terroculus again. Crazy 'Ole's last message disappeared. Maybe there were some words that Amon didn't hear.
What Amon read next were the secrets of advanced magic. Not all of them, but only the parts that could be learned by a third-level sorcerer. When he read the message, Amon had to stop thinking about anything and concentrate on the message, because it would only appear once and then disappear. Only by passing the test of faith could he enter a state of concentration where his soul was calm and not be disturbed by distracting thoughts. Only then could he remember so many complicated and profound messages at once.
The third-level sorcerers were good at different kinds of magic, and their ability to use them varied greatly. But the standard of basic meditation was the same.
At the end of the message, Crazy 'Ole left another message.
"My child, when you read this, you will already have a third-level achievement. I don't know if you have found Bair's whereabouts. The rest is on your own. You have nothing left, so you have nothing to worry about. The entire continent is waiting for you to explore it.
I have given you my token, the plate with the emblem engraved on it. I haven't told you, but I also gave it to Bair. Bair sealed the message in the plate and asked Schrödinger to bring it to me. It used to be Bair's token as well.
I have traveled all over the continent for a hundred years. Many people have been indebted to me and have vowed to repay me or my descendants. Bair used to be one of the elders of the Magic Council of the Empire of Eygut. He taught many nobles and priests in magic. Many people have vowed to repay him.
When you encounter difficulties in the continent, perhaps you can ask them for help. This is my last gift to you. However, after so many years had passed, it was hard to say whether or not there were still people who remembered the vow from back then, and whether or not they would really abide by it. Be careful and protect yourself. The identity of a little sorcerer is dangerous in the continent. The test of dealing with people may be more difficult than the test of magic.
At the end of the message, a series of names and family introductions appeared. The first was the chief priest of the Syah Temple, Goliath. Crazy 'Ole especially told Amon that if he became a supreme sorcerer in the future, he must go to Goliath. There was also an introduction of the Medanzo Family and an explanation of their background. What Crazy 'Ole did not know was that Amon had already met Medanzo and taught him magic.
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At dusk, Amon came out of the cave. His eyes were still red and slightly swollen. He looked very tired. At such a young age, he gave people an inexplicable feeling of vicissitudes, as if he had grown up a lot in just one day.
Amon had been silent for the past few days. Today, when he burst into tears in the cave, the cavemen all felt a little scared and inexplicable uneasiness. Some even guessed that the heavy rain at the foot of the mountain was the tears of the gods. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Amon come out of the cave, safe and sound.
To Link's surprise, Amon asked him for wine for the first time. Link immediately went to get the wine. He put it in the delicate copper bottle given by Amon and sent it to Amon's big straw hut.
Amon did not know why he wanted to drink. Maybe it was because he missed his drunkard father. But that night, he did not want to drink anymore. He sat there with the bottle in his hand, deep in thought. Crazy 'Ole said that the whole continent was waiting for him to explore, but Amon felt that he had nowhere to go. The future was a mess, and there was only one path in front of him.
If he did not want to be a "false god" in this caveman tribe, he had to follow Crazy 'Ole's wish to become a sorcerer and unlock the secrets of the gods. Even if he could not find Bair, he could at least repeat what Bair had done. People had to do something in life. Amon could not think of any other choice.
He stood up and sighed, "Crazy 'Ole, you knew what would happen. Did you arrange all this? You're so cruel, but I can't hate you! "
Since he did not want to drink anymore, Amon never wasted anything. It had become an unconscious habit. He put the rest of the bottle into Schrödinger's grass nest. Schrödinger had been squatting in the grass nest, watching him. When it saw Amon take the wine, it turned over and dozed off. It seemed that it was not interested in the wine of the cavemen.
These days, Amon had been taking good care of the cat. Unconsciously, Schrödinger became thinner and thinner. Its body became slim and healthy, and its fur became sleek and beautiful. It was no longer the lazy, fat and dirty cat in Duc. The changes were slow and unnoticeable. But when Amon looked at Schrödinger, he suddenly realized that the cat had changed too much.
It was not just a cat that had changed. The whole town of Duc was wiped out by the flood, and Amon was no longer the boy he was a few months ago!
Schrödinger had been following Amon all day, staring at him. Was it afraid that something bad would happen to him? Did it care about him? In any case, this cat was Amon's only childhood companion in Duc, and it would continue to be with him. No one knew why, but Amon reached out and held Schrödinger in his arms. He stroked its back and said softly, "The town of Duc is gone. Everyone is gone. Now it's just you and me."
Schrödinger was startled by Amon's sudden movement. It seemed very reluctant to be held and stroked by Amon like this. Its sharp claws stretched out from the pads of its toes, and it raised its claws to scratch Amon's arm. But when it heard his words, it did not really scratch. It just wriggled unhappily.
Amon saw that the cat was very uncomfortable in his arms. He sighed and put it down again. Then he sat in the room and began to practice magic meditation. Only when his body and mind were in a peaceful state could he temporarily forget the sadness of the world.
Amon could already practice some advanced magic. Apart from elemental magic, he had always been most interested in spatial magic and message magic, both of which had something to do with the special parangons left by Crazy 'Ole. However, a level-three mage couldn't practice these two divine incantations yet, so he chose to practice detection divine incantations tonight.
The foundation of these two types of magic was detection magic, especially message magic, which was a branch of detection magic that was practiced to the highest level. Amon already had some understanding of detection magic, so it was easy for him to practice the most basic "detection eye".
He did not need to see or listen. Everything around him was so clear in the darkness. However, Amon seemed to be disturbed by something. He suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, interrupting the magic he had just mastered. It was common sense for any mage that the Puppet Eye could sense things much more clearly than what they usually saw or heard.
But Amon was surprised to find that two things were "missing" in the room. Schrödinger and the strange bone in the grass were not there at all!
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