Chapter 5 Chapter 2 Talent

A wizard stands in front of the porch of a manor house.As a member of the low-ranking nobles, his house is unpretentious and only provides the most basic living needs, neither magnificent nor luxurious.He could afford a shiny crystal castle, but it was too luxurious for his position.Even so, he is content with his life.Looking into the distance, there is a calm contentment in the morning air. A voice came from the corridor behind.He turned around, smiled and said to a little boy who was still sitting on the ground and struggling to put on his shoes: "Hurry up, Saryon, if you still want to watch the Winged Messengers deliver the pallets."

The little boy finally managed to put his shoes on. He jumped to his feet and ran to his father.The wizard stretched out his arms and grabbed the little boy.The sorcerer casts a spell, summoning the atmosphere to drive.He stepped forward into the wind, and his silk robe fluttered like the bright wings of a butterfly. The little boy clutches his father with one hand, and with the other he points to the dawn. "Father, teach me to fly! Teach me the spell to summon the wind!" Saryon cried, the breath of spring brushing his excited cheeks. "The wind will not answer your call, child, this is not your talent." Saryon's father shook his head with a smile, grabbed one of the little boy's feet seriously, stuffed it into the leather shoe, and gently lightened him. Yellow hair brushed away from a disappointed face.

"Maybe not now, but when I'm Jangji's age—" Saryon replied stubbornly.The two of them floated across a long row of freshly plowed land, and the air was filled with the moist and rich smell of black soil. But the little boy's father shook his head. "No, child, even if you grow up a bit." "That's not fair! Janji and his father are just servants, but he can fly on the wind, why—" Saryon shouted. He stopped suddenly and looked at the way his father looked at him. "It's all because of these things, isn't it!" he said suddenly. "Jiangji didn't wear shoes. Neither did you. Only my mother and I did. It's okay, I'll take them off now!" He kicked hard, and one shoe flew off and landed on the plowed soil.A serf mage who was about to go to work happened to pick it up, and she took the shoes home curiously.Saryon tried to kick off the other shoe, but his father reached out and grabbed the boy's foot.

"Son, your life force is not strong enough—" "No wonder, my life force is very strong, father! Look! Look!" Saryon interjected stubbornly.With a wave of a tiny palm, he turned his knee-length green robe to orange.He'd also wanted to add his favorite blue spots to the robes, which his mother never allowed him to wear at home, but his father didn't mind, and his father often wore them himself when they were alone touring the estate.However, today the little boy found that his father's originally kind expression gradually became serious.He sighed, resisting the urge to swallow what he was going to say.

The wizard said: "Saryon, you are already five years old. In one year, you will start learning how to become a catalyst saint. Listen carefully and understand what I am saying now. You have the gift of life force, which is all I want to thank Emin! Some people don’t have such a talent. So, you should be grateful and make good use of this talent, and never force God to give you more abilities, which will only lead you to darkness and despair. Children, this Either way will drive you crazy, or worse." "But if I'm really gifted, why can't I use it however I want?" Saryon asked.His father's rare serious expression made his lips tremble with an answer he might have known but refused to accept.

Saryon's father sighed and replied: "Son, as a mage of the tribe of Albanara, I have the ability to rule and control; I can manage and maintain my house, and I can make the land bear fruit, Animals sacrifice their livestock, this is the gift Emin gave me, and I seek his favor through the gift." The wizard fell from the sky and stopped in a wooded clearing at the edge of the clearing.He stood barefoot on the dewy grass, trembling slightly. "Why did we stop? We haven't arrived yet." the little boy asked. "Because I want to walk. My muscles are a little stiff this morning, and I want to stretch them," replied the wizard.He put down the little boy and began to walk forward, his robe dragging on the grass.

With his head down, Saryon walked with his father through the haystack with one foot in leather shoes and the other barefoot.His steps were shaky and clumsy, and the wizard turned around, seeing the little boy lagging behind. He waved his hand, and the only remaining leather shoe on Saryon's feet disappeared. Saryon looked at his bare feet in amazement, and smiled, enjoying the feeling of the young grass tickling under his feet. "Race with me, Father!" he cried, running on. Concerned about his dignity, the wizard hesitated, but he shrugged and grinned.After all, he was just a young man in his twenties. He lifted up his robe and chased after the little boy.They raced across the clearing, the little boy screaming with excitement as his father pretended to catch up with him, and the intensity of the exercise soon overwhelmed the wizard, and the race had to be called to a halt.

A sharp boulder stood in front of the two of them. The wizard panted slightly, and stepped forward to touch the stone lightly. The surface of the stone immediately became smooth and round.Exhausted, he sat on the newly shaped stone, and beckoned the little boy to come and sit beside him. After he breathed, he continued the topic that had just been discussed. "Did you see what I just did, Saryon? Did you see how I turned this useless rock into a bench we could sit on?" the wizard patted the stone. asked. Saryon nodded, his eyes fixed on his father's face. "That's all my magic can do. But, I've often asked myself, if I could just make this stone rise and become a..." He paused, waving his hand. "How wonderful it would be to be a house. Just the two of us living in it...just you and me..."

The wizard looked in the direction of his home with a gloomy face. His wife had already gotten up and was busy preparing for morning prayer. "Then why don't you do it, Father?" the little boy asked eagerly. The wizard drew his attention back.He smiled again, and there was a bitterness that Saryon had already noticed but didn't understand buried in his smile. "Where did I just say?" The wizard frowned and muttered to himself. "Ah, that's right." His expression stretched. "I cannot shape stone into a house, Saryon. Only the tribe of Boalban, the shapeshifters, can do that. Nor can I turn lead into gold like an alchemist. I must use the heavens wisely." Give me all the abilities..."

"If that's the case, then I don't think God Emin is that great, if, if what He bestowed on me is just these old shoes!" The little boy poked his toes into the turf and said willfully. Saryon peeked at his father out of the corner of his eye, noting how he would react to such a bold and profane word.This sentence must have made his mother turn pale with anger, but his father covered his mouth, as if trying not to laugh.The wizard held the little boy in his arms and pulled him closer. "God has given you the best talent. He has given you the gift of being able to transmit the power of life. Only you can absorb the power of life—that is, magic power—from the earth, the air, and everything around you, and then concentrate Get up and send it to me or others to use. This is the ability that God bestows on catalyst saints, and this is the talent He bestows on you," said the wizard.

"I don't think this talent is any great." Saryon pouted, writhing in his father's arms. The wizard lifted the little boy and sat him on his lap.It would be best now, when father and son were alone, to clear away the haze in his heart by explaining everything, lest Saryon's devout mother would be angry about it in the future. "It's a great talent, and it's been around for centuries," replied the wizard gravely. "It is said that in the ancient dark world of the time of our ancestors, we have also relied on it to survive for centuries." "I know." said the little boy.He put his head on his father's chest, glibly imitated his mother's crisp and cold standard accent, and began to recite the content of the daily lesson: "At that time, we were called 'demon pets', and the ancestors regarded us as storage—storage medium— — Medium.” The little boy stuttered for a while at the difficult term, but he finally said it, his little face flushed with hard work and victory. "—to store magic energy, so as to avoid being affected by the enemy's magic attack, and also to avoid being discovered by the enemy. In order to protect us, the mage transformed us into small animals, and used this to protect the magic knowledge in the world side by side. .” "That's right." The wizard patted the little boy's head approvingly. "You quoted the scriptures, but do you really understand the meaning?" "I know." Saryon said with a sigh. "I probably understand." But his brows were furrowed. "Can you understand the meaning of the holy scriptures, thank God for your abilities, and please Him with this... and me?" The wizard asked gently.He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "If you can take pleasure in your work, I will be very pleased, even...even if I leave you...even if you don't know that I am watching and caring about your every move. " "I can do it, Father. I will make myself happy, I promise you. But why are you leaving me? Where are you going?" Saryon replied, sensing that his father's voice was trying to hide the deep melancholy. "I'm not going anywhere, at least not yet," his father replied with a smile.He scratched his head and stroked his hair. "Actually, you are the one who is going to leave, but the time has not yet come, so don't think too much. Look—" The wizard suddenly pointed at four winged figures, and Saryon saw them carrying two huge Golden saucers flew over the treetops.The wizard stood up and put the little boy down on the stone bench. "Listen, stay here, Saryon. I've got to enchant the seedcloth—" "I know what you want to do!" Saryon cried, standing on the rock, trying to see better.The winged man gradually approached, and the golden saucer shone like the rising sun. "Let me help you! Let me transmit mana to you like my mother." The little boy stretched out his hand to his father, pleading earnestly. A shadow flickered across the wizard's face, but when he looked down at the little catalyst saint, the shadow disappeared in an instant. "Okay." Even though he knew that the little boy was too young to complete the complicated work of opening the tunnel and transmitting the mana, he still replied.It must take years for the little boy to learn this ability, during which time the wizard can no longer be with his son.Looking down at Saryon's eager little face, he sighed.The wizard took the little boy's hand, and seriously began to pretend to be accepting his gift.
In Simharon, everyone's social status is predetermined at birth, as is common in feudal societies.For example, some people are born dukes, while many people are born commoners. There are also generations of nobles in Simharun who rule over the common people in the fief.Simharun is quite different in that some people's status is not arranged according to society, but according to the tribe of life force they were born with. The magic sect is divided into nine branches in total.Eight of them are related to the power of life or magic, because in Simharon, the power of life is magic, and everything in this world was created by God Emin before the ancestors arrived in this world, or by God Emin The mages "shape, generate, summon, and transform" according to the basic four principles of natural creation.These eight sects of magic: time and space, spirit world, air, fire, earth, water, shadow and life have mastered at least one basic principle of natural creation.Among the eight sects, only six sects survived, and two of them: the way of time and space and the way of the spirit world have perished in the steel war. The demise of these two sects was lost. As for the last sect of magic known as the Ninth Tribe, it was learned only by those who chose the dark path; many were convinced that they were the cause of the Iron Wars, and this sect of magic was sealed away.The demon craftsmen of the Ninth Tribe were exiled to the land of alienation, and their tools and deadly weapons were destroyed. The Ninth Tribe has been regarded as taboo ever since.It is the way of death, also known as the way of ingenious craftsmanship. Each Simharon's newborn baby must take a series of tests to find out which school of magic he or she is most talented in, which also determines the baby's future role in the wizarding world. For example, the test results may indicate that a certain baby is particularly talented in the way of the atmosphere. If his status is humble, he may later become a mage of the tribe of Kenhana. corridors, or as gatekeepers in large cities or capitals.If the baby is born in a noble family, he will surely be promoted to be the archmage of the tribe of Sihana who manipulates the changes of the weather.One of the tasks of the great mages of the Sihana tribe is to make the climate of the big cities warm and comfortable, or to decorate the roof with thin white snow. It is also their responsibility to control the weather and let the sun and rain fall on the farmland at the right time. People who are talented in the way of fire are warriors in Simharun.Witches and sorcerers became wizards of the Dikonduke branch. They have the ability to summon the destructive forces on the battlefield, and they also serve as the guardians of the people. The most common magic sect is the Way of the Earth, and the vast majority of people in Simharon belong to this category, including the lowest-level serf mages, who are responsible for planting and reclamation.The next level up is the magic craftsmen, who are divided into various trade unions according to their different abilities.Quin Alban, conjurers; Boalban, shapeshifters, and Mon Alban, alchemists.The highest-level mages or witches belong to the Albanara tribe. They control almost all the magic skills of the way of the earth and are responsible for ruling and managing everyone. Babies with the talent for the way of water are druids, mages who are keenly aware of the natural world, and use their abilities to nourish and protect all living things.The branch of Feihannixu, that is, the field druids, mainly work to make the crops rich and the livestock fat.The most revered druids are healers, and although healing wounds is an advanced science, healers can combine their own magic with that of their patients.The druids of the tribe of Menanish were able to heal minor injuries and assist in childbirth, and the druids of the most exalted tribe of Sedara acquired the power to heal major injuries by effort and research; Possessing the power to bring the dead back to life, current Sedara healers have lost the ability to bring the dead back to life. It is the illusionists who study the way of shadows.As artists on the continent of Simharon, they can create hallucinations or paint the sky with stars and rain. Finally, the baby may also possess a rare gift of the Word of Life.Although they do not have powerful magic power, the catalyst saints can control the power of life; as described by the word catalyst, they can absorb the power of life from the earth, flowing water, fire and atmosphere, and then transmit it after absorbing it Go out, or use to enhance the power of other mages. Of course, some babies are living dead with no life force.