As the sun set in the west, the golden dusk covered the entire Freighting Town. After dinner, the residents who were singing and dancing seemed to have heard the new songs of dusk, and their dance steps seemed to have been reborn. The poets in the town square strummed their harps, using elegant tones to recite poems about the sunset. The painters by the riverside also sped up their time, recording this beautiful moment.
In many places, dusk was regarded as the key to opening the darkness, but in Freighting Town, it was a treasure praised by all.
However, no matter how splendid the treasure was, there were some places that could not be illuminated. The orphanage deep in Tissen Alley was such a case.
In a dark room, little Sam opened his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. He pushed open the window and looked at the sky outside. It was dark, and only the shadows of the buildings in the distance were a little bright. He could peek at the dusk in the crevices.
The orphanage was always shrouded in gloominess, as if it was isolated from the outside world.
If ordinary people came here, they would probably be scared out of their wits. Even the bold ones would not like such a place.
But little Sam felt the cold and gloomy world around him, and he felt inexplicably peaceful.
Compared with the past few years of hard work and boredom on the farm, he felt relaxed here for the first time. Perhaps because of this mood, he did not hate or fear the orphanage.
Sitting in front of the window for a while, little Sam thought about all kinds of things in his mind, including the past, the present, and the future.
Until he heard a knock on the door, he came back to his senses.
"Are you Sam's brother?"
After the door was opened, a cute little boy came in. But little Sam had heard from Mr. Tissen that there were only undead in the orphanage, and this little boy should be one of them.
"Alda?"
Alda's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand high, "Yes, I'm Alda!"
Little Sam looked at Alda's shining eyes, and subconsciously rubbed his head. But after rubbing his head, he was stunned.
Was he overstepping his boundaries?
Also, he should be afraid of undead, but why was he not afraid of Alda at all?
While little Sam was hesitating, Alda was very happy. He inexplicably liked this little brother, and did not reject him at all.
"What can I do for you?" Sam coughed twice and took back his hands, which he didn't know where to put.
"Mister Padt sent me here. Mister Padt said that Sam is awake and wants you to go see him," Alda said.
"Alright, lead the way." Young Sam nodded without hesitation.
Sam kept asking about the orphanage and Mr. Padt along the way. Maybe it was because Alda was very gentle and easy to talk to.
Alda didn't say much about Mr. Padt, but he didn't hide anything about the orphanage. Little Sam also knew that the reason why the orphanage was gloomy in the daytime was because of the illusions. The illusions here were for the trial of talents. Also, the other undead named Sunny didn't show up because she had been emotionally unstable recently.
Before Sam could ask about Sunny and Mr. Thiessen, they had already arrived at Mr. Padt's room.
"I will wait for elder brother Sam outside. I will take elder brother Sam out for dinner." Alda waved his hand towards little Sam before hiding in the dark.
Young Sam took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door.
"Did Alda tell you why I asked you to come here?" Sam heard Angor's question as they sat in front of the dim oil lamp. "Yes?" Sam asked.
"To test my spirit power." Sam nodded.
"Yup. After eating and sleeping, your spirit power should be fully recovered. This is the best time to test your spirit power."
With that, Angor tapped a finger on the air and created a small game illusion in front of Sam.
It was a simple game inside the hologram tablet.
Through the game, Sam's mind became more active, and so did his spirit power. Next, Angor handed the spirit gauge to Sam.
"Don't look at anything else. It'll affect your spirit." Angor stopped Sam from looking at the scale. "Don't look at anything else. It'll affect your spirit. The correct way to use the gauge is to start from the zero mark at the bottom and slowly look up along with the golden line inside. The number you can see will determine your spirit power level. "
With that, Angor signaled Sam to start the test.
Little Sam solemnly picked up the scale and focused his eyes on the 0 scale. As he focused his attention, the golden lines on the scale began to move like snakes. They began to slowly move upwards ….
When Angor used the gauge to test his spirit power level, he only felt a little dizzy when it reached the seventh mark. When it reached the tenth mark, the golden line split into two and formed a double spiral. Angor only felt a sharp pain in his head when he reached the tenth mark.
But when it reached the fourth mark, Sam's forehead began to sweat. When the golden line finally reached the fifth mark, his veins began to bulge.
When Sam felt that his veins were about to explode, the golden line increased a little more. However, this time, it was beyond Little Sam's tolerance limit. Little Sam's vision turned black, and he fainted.
Angor took the gauge from Sam's hand.
The golden line stopped at the seventh mark.
"A bowl of witch's soup can make his spirit power level reach ten, which is the lower limit for a talent." Angor frowned. "Ten? Did he calculate it correctly? As expected of Feng's work … "
Back in the Abyss Plane, Angor felt that Feng had already calculated everything. Angor, Angor, Fafnir, Oderklas, and himself were all part of Feng's plan.
Angor wasn't surprised when the gauge reached the seventh mark.
Unbeknownst to him, a painter called "Sister Feng" was sneezing inside Angor's shell. She rubbed her nose and said, "Who's talking about me? It's probably Rowling. She said she didn't care, but she cared a lot. It's related to her race. Sigh … I wonder if a witch's soup that adds three points of spirit power can make a talent. I'm just a poor painter, and I don't have much money left. "
What he did not know was that this was really just a coincidence.
He put the scale meter aside, his eyes flashing with a dim light.
If Wizard Magic Painter could predict Sam's power of the Will, he should have predicted that Sam would go to the Tidal Realm as well.
Even if she did, Angor still had to go to the Tidal Realm to find a suitable elemental lifeform.
"As expected of a Legendary Wizard, so powerful."
While he sighed, Sam slowly regained his consciousness.
…
Little Sam let out a sigh of relief when he learned that his spiritual power was 7. He was at the bottom of the list, but at least he was now a talent and had a chance to enter the supernatural world.
"Go back and reheat the witch's soup. You can drink it when it's completely melted," Angor said. "Have a good night's sleep after that. Come back tomorrow and I'll test your talent."
Angor already knew that Sam had the talent of Near-Spirit Form, but he still needed to find out more about the boy's future.
Sam nodded and left the room.
After Sam left, Angor began to meditate. No matter where he went, he wouldn't relax until he fully digested all the knowledge he learned.
Time passed quickly.
After a night, little Sam stood in front of him again, full of energy.
"I drank the witch's soup last night, Mister Padt," Sam hesitated and asked, "Is my spirit power level 10 yet?"
Angor already sensed Sam's spirit power when he entered the room, which only happened when someone's spirit power level was above 10.
"Congratulations. You're now a talent. But this only gives you a chance to pursue the truth. It's not certain whether you'll become a supernatural in the future. " He didn't say anything too encouraging or discouraging since he would leave it for Sam's teacher to tell him later.
"You're a talent now, but I still need to confirm your talent."
Angor snapped his fingers, and some visible changes happened in the room.
The door was opened, and the wind blew in. The extinguished oil lamp was reignited. An empty glass was filled with water. A flowerpot filled with soil appeared on the table.
When everything was ready, Angor took out the Talent Orb and the hourglass.
"The hourglass will count down to one minute. Pay attention to your surroundings during this time."
Angor put the orb in front of Sam.
Sam nodded and solemnly put his hand on the Talent Sphere.
At the same time, the gift ball started to radiate a bright light. In the halo, Sam saw a face outside the window...
The hourglass flipped over, and the one-minute countdown ended.
Angor glanced at Sam and saw the boy's pupils shrinking. The boy was still immersed in something. Angor didn't pay much attention to him. He put away the orb and waited for Sam to come back to his senses.
"What did you see?" Angor asked when Sam's eyes regained their light.
Sam's face turned pale. He gulped and said, "I saw … a human face by the window."
"I think I know her. She's my mother's sister, Lady Shira. She died of illness when I was young. There's only one painting left in Star Lake Castle. She looked exactly like the one in the painting. That's why I recognized her. "
So Sam was a Soul Manipulator. Undead? So Sam was a Soul Manipulator.
"But Lady Shira is different from the painting. She only has her head. I think I saw her body outside the window. It looks like … a spider."
A special soul? Angor was surprised. So Sam was suitable to cultivate special souls in the future? This was in line with Ness's expectations of him.
"Anything else?"
Sam hesitated. "I think I heard her voice. She's calling me to find her. She's over there."
Sam turned around and pointed to the south.
Angor's eyes went through the wall and looked to the south. Across the grassland and forests, he saw a mountain range.
"That's where we came from?"
Sam nodded. "Yes. My mother told me that Lady Shira died of illness in Star Lake Castle. I wonder if Lady Shila's soul is still near the Star Lake Castle. She's telling me to find her. "
Angor considered and shook his head. "Don't overthink it. It's just a talent test to determine your actual talent.
Besides, I've checked Star Lake Castle. There's no soul with a human head and a spider body. I don't see any undead or undead souls. "
Sam was a little hesitant, but he still believed Angor's words.
"You're a Soul Manipulator. Your teacher will tell you more about it in the future." Angor patted Sam's shoulder. "You can go now. Alda is waiting for you outside."
Young Sam nodded to Angor and left the room.
Angor, on the other hand, looked out of the window and fell into deep thoughts.
He closed his eyes and went to the dream wasteland.
When they found Ness, he was on an airship heading to the new city.
"Wizard Ness, are you going to help?"
Ness nodded and sighed. "Leona asked me to help. I really don't want to —"
"So you're here because you've finished testing Sam's talent?"
"Yes. His spiritual power level is just 7 points. After drinking the Witch's Soup, he's a talent now."
After briefly explaining Sam's situation, he began to talk about what Sam saw and heard during the talent test.
"Is the call he heard real?"
"It's the first time I heard of such a thing," Ness muttered. "However, the Innate Sphere pulls the test-taker into a spiritual world. Everything they hear, see, and think is real in that world."
"Maybe that Mrs. Shila is really calling out to him."
"A human head and a spider body is one of the most common types of souls in Soul Diary. But they're usually undead souls."
"So you're saying that Lady Shira's calling is real, but she's not doing it for the sake of little Sam."
Ness nodded. "Yes. It's said that this type of undead soul was betrayed by their kin and suffered great torment. They're very murderous, especially toward their kin. "
"Too bad. They're just undead souls, so they're useless to me."
"But she might have found out about Sam. Sam is her blood relative. Even if Sam doesn't go to her, she will go to him. "
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