Chapter 6 Chapter 3 Saryon
Saryon was destined to be a catalyst saint from birth and had no other choice.He was born in the countryside just outside the city of Merilon. His father was a noble wizard of the third class, and his mother was the queen's cousin, who also happened to be a catalyst saint.Saryon's mother left the church when it was prophesied that her marriage to the nobleman would produce a son, so that her ability to catalyze saints could be followed.
Although the marriage was not the right one for her, she followed the prophecy without question, as did his father.A nobleman of his stature may disobey the emperor's order, but no matter how high or low, no one will disobey the request of the catalyst saint.
Saryon's mother performed the wedding, as she performed her daily religious duties.When the time came, she went to the healing forest with her husband and asked the healer Magnanisho to take out her husband's sperm and implant it into her body. After that, their child was born on the expected date as predicted.
Like everyone else, Saryon started his training courses at the age of six, except that his mother's high status in the church allowed Saryon to train under her tutelary supervision.On the day of his sixth birthday, the little boy was brought to his mother. From then until fourteen years later, he studied and prayed with his mother every day.When Saryon was twenty years old, he left his mother's house and traveled through the teleportation corridor to the most solemn and sacred place in Simharon - the holy mountain.
The history of the Holy Mountain is equal to the history of the whole of Simhallen.Hundreds of years ago, before all memory was destroyed and lost by the War of Iron, a group of persecuted people voluntarily left their homes and fled to this world.This magical journey is very difficult and difficult. Because the journey requires a variety and huge energy, many people have dedicated their remaining strength and life, so that the magical family can survive and multiply in a world they will never see.
The reason why the ancestors came to this world is because of the attraction of powerful magical energy here, which is like a magnet leading them through time and space to reach their destination; the ancestors chose to stay because there is no one inhabited and isolated from the world .
This world also has some flaws: terrible storms ravaging the wasteland, erupting mountains spewing flames, violent floods, and unruly dense forests.But when they set foot on this land, the ancestors immediately felt the magic beating like a heart under their feet; they could feel and detect the source of this energy, even if there were countless difficulties or unspeakable obstacles ahead. Suffering, they still set out to find the source of magical energy.
The ancestors had at last found the source: a long-extinct volcano, its crater remnant of magical energy gleaming like diamonds in a strange sun.
The ancestors called this mountain the holy mountain, and the catalyst saints built the holy well here as the center of their residence and religion.At the beginning, there were only a few hastily dug underground refuge rooms. As time went by, the original simple underground passages were slowly expanded into a labyrinth of corridors, halls, conference halls, bedrooms, and kitchens over hundreds of years. , Atrium and open-air garden.Not only that, a university was built on the mountainside of the holy mountain; with the help of young apprentice monks, the mages of the Albanara tribe, the way of the earth, learned how to rule the people and the land, and the way of water, Saildala. The druids of the tribe came here to seek the improvement of medical skills, the archmages of the Sihana tribe of the Great Air Way studied the skills of controlling the wind and clouds, and even the magic craftsman's guild set up a learning center here.In order to meet the daily needs of all students and teachers, there is a small city at the foot of the holy mountain.
A magnificent cathedral is located on the holy mountain. The natural arched peaks become the ceiling of the church. The spectacular view from the window has made many people amazed and moved to tears.
However, few people are able to catch a glimpse of this magnificent view now.In the past, everyone from the emperor to the civilians could visit the cathedral at will; since the end of the Iron War, this regulation has changed, and now only the catalyst saints, or those who are specially authorized to work for them, can enter the holy mountain, And the secret room where the holy well is located can only be accessed by high-ranking personnel in the church.The small city at the foot of the mountain is actually dispensable, because the daily life or academic research needs of the catalytic saints are all in the holy mountain; many trainee monks never even leave the holy mountain in their lives. Walk through the gates and leave until you die, embarking on a journey to the afterlife.
Saryon is also one of the apprentice monks. He may be able to spend his life peacefully in the holy mountain, just like many monks before him...
However, Saryon was different from others. In fact, he began to wonder if he was cursed...
A druid of the tribe of Zeldalar works in his outdoor herb fields, one of the few outsiders who choose to live on the sacred mountain.A frail old crow hopped gloomyly from the side of the field ridge path, and it called out to remind its master that the patient had arrived.The druid thanked it, and the old crow, aged and bald, looked like an ordained catalyst saint.The druid left the sunny herbal field and returned to the cool and dark consulting room. "The sun is rising. Good morning, brother," said the druid, and walked softly into the waiting room, his brown robes dragging on the stone floor, making a sound like a whisper. "Xu—the sun is rising, good morning, healer." The young man stammered.He was looking out the window sullenly, but he didn't hear the druid walking in. "Please come here with me, please come to my room, we can chat comfortably." The druid's keen insightful eyes paid attention to every move of the young catalyst saint, as well as his unnatural pale complexion, bite Nails, preoccupied. The young man nodded politely, and the druid saw from his obvious look that if the catalyst saint was invited to jump off the cliff, he would respond in kind.They entered the consulting room, passing through a long row of hospital beds shaped like hands holding water, palms covered with a layer of sweet-smelling leaves and herbs, both of which have a sleeping and relaxing effect.Patients lie on the hospital bed, listen to the music specified by the therapist, and use the magical power in their bodies to heal themselves.The druid kept walking, talked to each patient for a few words, and led Saryon to continue walking. The two finally left the consultation room and came to a secret isolation room.Sunlight came in through the glass walls around the room, which was full of life and greenery. Druid sat on a cushion covered with soft pine leaves, and he motioned for the young man to sit down too. The Catalyst Saint plopped and sat awkwardly on the mat.He looked very young, with drooping shoulders, palms and feet that were too large for his figure, casually dressed, and a robe that was too short on his body. His eyes were dull, and there were gray shadows under the tired eye sockets.Although he knew the situation of the young man at a glance, the druid still pretended not to be interested in it. He chatted about the recent weather changes, and casually asked the catalyst saint if he would like a cup of hot tea to ease his emotions. The young man grunted in agreement, and a ball of steaming liquid floated out of the fire following the druid's gesture, filled two teacups, and floated in front of him.The druid took a sip carefully, and let the teacup float onto the table as if nothing had happened.Herbal teas contain ingredients that can make people relax and talk freely, and he watched the young man gulp down the hot tea like a cow, without seeming to care how hot it was or how it tasted.The young man put down his teacup and stared at a large glass window in the room. "I'm glad you took the time to visit me today, brother Saryon," said the druid, waving the ball of herbal tea to fill the young man's teacup. "You young men never think of coming to see me until you're sick. You ain't sick, brother?" "I'm fine, Healer, my mentor ordered me to come here." The young man continued to stare at the scenery outside the window. "That's right, your body looks very healthy, but our body is only the habitat of the soul. If the mind is not peaceful, the body will also be hurt." Druid said kindly. "I'm really fine, I just have a little insomnia recently..." Saryon replied impatiently. "But your mentor told me that you are often absent from evening prayers recently; you don't exercise every day, and sometimes you don't eat." The druid was silent for a while, watching the young man with experienced eyes, waiting for the medicinal power of the herbal tea to start attack.The young man's drooping shoulders suddenly relaxed, his eyelids closed, and his nervous hands slowly rested on his knees. "Brother, how old are you this year? Twenty-seven or twenty-eight?" "twenty five." The druid raised an eyebrow incredulously, and Saryon nodded in acknowledgment. "I started studying at the Holy Mountain when I was 20 years old." He explained that most people do not enter the holy mountain until they are 21 years old. "Why did you start studying at the Holy Mountain at the age of twenty?" Druid asked. "Because I'm a math genius," Saryon replied, in a flat voice that sounded like he was making a statement like "I'm tall" or "I'm a man." "Really?" The druid stroked his long gray beard.This can indeed explain the reason why young people enter the holy mountain to practice monasticism a year earlier.Extracting the life force from the elements and transmitting it to the wizard in need is an advanced knowledge, and the trick is entirely dependent on mathematics.The energy absorbed from the surrounding environment will be concentrated on the catalyst saint first, and then the catalyst saint will focus on the target of the spell. The mathematical calculation of how much energy needs to be transferred must be absolutely accurate, because this transmission process will weaken the catalyst saint. The power of the catalyst; only in the most critical situation or in times of war, the catalyst saint is allowed to transmit all the life force to the mage. "That's right," Saryon said.Under the influence of the medicinal power of the herbal tea, his whole body relaxed, and his tall and clumsy body sank into the cushion. "I learned all the calculations of common mana when I was very young, and when I was twelve, I could give you what it takes to lift a building off its foundations and make it float in mid-air At the same time, calculate the amount of magic required to conjure a royal gown for the queen." "This is truly remarkable," the druid murmured, watching Saryon intently through half-closed eyes. The catalyst saint shrugged. "My mother thought so too, but to me, it didn't seem like much of a big deal. I just thought of these math calculations as a game, the only game and entertainment I'd ever really enjoyed since I was a kid." He started unplugging. Soft pine leaves on the cushion. "You say your mother taught you to read? You never went to school?" "No, she is a priest and is about to be promoted to a cardinal, but she still chose to marry my father." "Because of political considerations?" Saryon shook his head and smiled wryly. "No, because of me." "Ah, that's it, I see." Druid took a sip of tea.Simharun's marriages are almost always arranged through the Catalyst Saints.The once prosperous Tao of Time has left a single legacy: the prophetic knowledge of the sages, given to the catalyst saints of the Tao of Life.The prophecy knowledge allows the catalyst saints to predict whether a man and a woman will have children, or whether it is wise to marry the two. If the results of the prophecy show that the two people will not be able to produce healthy children, the marriage will be forbidden. Since only the offspring of Catalyst Saints can inherit the gift of the Way of Life, their marriages are more closely regulated than other mages and arranged through the Church.Because the number of catalyst saints is so small, many see it as a privilege to hire family saints.In addition, the training fees and tuition fees of the catalyst saints are all paid by the church. The social status of the saints has been arranged after birth, and their families can also enjoy a more comfortable life than ordinary people. Life. "Since your mother holds such a high position in the church, your father must have been a powerful noble—" "No." Saryon shook his head. "My mother thought she was married off to my father and she kept reminding him of that, she was the queen's cousin and my father was only a baron." "Before death? You mean..." "He's dead," said Saryon flatly. "He died when I was fifteen. He was terminally ill. My mother did what she was supposed to do. She invited a healer, but she didn't try her best to treat him. And my father had long since lost the will to live." "Are you sad?" "Neither," Saryon grumbled back, digging his fingers into the hole he had just dug in the cushion.He shrugged. "It's been a long time since I went back to see him. My mother started teaching me to read when I was six years old, and he... was away for more and more time. He liked Merilon's social life, and besides——" Saryon frowned, Fingers busily digging the hole bigger. "And... there are other things... that bother me." "Many people have troubles when they are fifteen years old. Tell me about your troubles; your troubles must be very dark. They are like dark clouds, covering the sun in your heart." Druid said softly. "I——I can't tell you." Saryon replied vaguely, his face turned from rosy to pale. "It doesn't matter." Druid said complacently. "We can—" "I don't even want to be a Catalyst Saint!" Saryon blurted out. "I've always wanted to have magic powers. I've known it all too well when—when I was very young." "It's nothing to be ashamed of," Druid said. "Many in your church are jealous of the mage's power." "Really?" Saryon looked up, his eyes full of hope, but his face darkened again.He began to pull out the soft pine leaves on the cushion, pinching the pine leaves one by one with his fingers. "But there are worse things." He stopped talking, his face gloomy. "Then which tribe do you want to be a mage?" Druid asked.Although he already knew what was going on, he still hoped that the young man would confess that he waved to the Herbal Tea Ball and poured a cup of hot tea for the Catalyst Saint. "The tribe of Albanara..." "No, it's not!" Saryon smiled wryly. "I'm not that ambitious." He looked up out of the window again. "I want to be a Boalban wood-shaper. I like the feel of wood, the smoothness, the smell, and the twists and turns." He sighed. "My mother always reminded me that it is because I feel the life force in the wood, so I reverence wood so much." "Her explanation is correct and appropriate," Druid said. "But things are not that simple!" Saryon turned his gaze back to the Druid, with a strange smile on his face. "I want to change the wood, healer! I mean change the wood with these hands! I want to combine two pieces of wood to make a new and different thing!" Saryon leaned back and looked at the druid complacently. Anticipating the look of shock and horror on his face. Regardless of whether there is life or not, combining two things into one is an unforgivable crime in this world. Saryon's bold words just now are tantamount to admitting that he has stepped into the realm of the dark way. Only those who are proficient in the teachings of the Ninth Tribe Magicians would have this idea.A Boalban mage, for example, does not "make" a chair; the mage takes a whole living tree trunk and uses magic to shape it faithfully into the shape of a chair he has in mind; In other words, the chair is just another stage of its life form.If a mage cut down the trunk, bent it into shape with his bare hands, and combined all the deformed wood into a chair, the wood itself would whine and die quickly.Even so, Saryon admitted that he intended to commit this heinous act.The young man expected the druid to turn pale with terror, and perhaps even cast him out. However, the druid looked at the catalyst saint calmly, as if he just heard Saryon say that he loves apples. "We're all curious about this sort of thing, and that's normal," he said quietly. "What else did you dream about when you were a kid? Just assembled wood?" Saryon swallowed, looking down at the cushion, his fingers twisted around the pine leaves. "There are other things." He was sweating profusely, covering his face with his hands. "Help me! Emin!" Saryon yelled intermittently. "Young man, Emin is trying to help you, but first you must help yourself." Druid said sincerely. "You married a woman in your dream, didn't you?" "You—how did you know? You can read minds—" Saryon looked up. "No, that's not the case." Druid interrupted Saryon with a smile and raised his hand. "I don't have the mind-reading ability of a law enforcement officer. In fact, it's normal to dream about such things. Brother Saryon, these dreams are just remnants of the dark times back then, reminding people of their animal nature and their close connection with the natural world. Could it be? Has no one explained this to you?" Even while he was cursing Saryon's indifferent, dry, uncaring background for making him a young man wracked with guilt, the funny mix of relief, shock, and innocence on his face made the Druid Almost can't help laughing.The druid regained his serious attitude and began to briefly explain to Saryon: "According to inference and research, when the magician family was still living in the ancient dark land, we were forced to produce offspring by combining the flesh like beasts. Because of this, we cannot ensure that the offspring can inherit the magical talent; the magical blood was forced to Interbreeding with the living dead is believed to be the way we reproduce even years after we migrated to Simhallen. Then we finally discovered that we could use the life force to extract a man's sperm and implant it in a woman , this method allows us to control the population and strip the savage carnality from the human nature. Of course, things are always easier said than done, the human body and will are very fragile, I think, you should have already Are you able to control your lust? Or—" Druid continued, "These dreams still bother you?" "No." Saryon replied hastily, although he was still a little confused. "No, it doesn't bother me—I don't control my sensuality, I don't think about these things anymore, except...except math," he finally said. "I——I finally found out...that the mathematics that used to be just...just a game to me has now become my only...salvation!" He got up and sat down, staring directly at the druid, his face Kong Shang's originally distorted expression finally stretched out. "When I wander in the world of research, I can forget all my troubles! Healer, don't you understand? That's why I don't go to evening prayer; I forget to eat, I give up my daily exercise, these Chores are a waste of time for me! Knowledge is everything! I want to spend more time on research and learning! I want to create more theories, more calculation formulas! The mana needed to extract the glass! That's nothing compared to my other plans! I... I also discovered—" Saryon broke off abruptly. "What did you find?" Druid asked nonchalantly. "You won't be interested anyway." The Catalyst Saint replied immediately.Saryon lowered his head and saw that he had dug a hole in the cushion unconsciously. He felt very embarrassed and began to try to mend the hole. "Maybe I don't know mathematics, but I'd be happy to hear you talk about your discoveries." Druid said. "No need, actually this is not a big discovery. I'm really sorry, I dug a hole in your cushion..." Saryon staggered to his feet. "It's okay, I can fix the hole right away," Druid said.He stood up with a smile and looked at the young man intently. "Maybe we can talk about these new discoveries of yours another day?" "Maybe... another day... I... I don't know. I said that these new discoveries are really not that great. The most important thing for me now is mathematics. Nothing else is more important than mathematics! You don't Understood? I want knowledge... knowledge of all kinds! Even... even those that have been—" Saryon cut himself off suddenly. "Can I go?" he asked. "I've told you everything I need to say." "I don't know what I 'should' know, because you didn't say what I 'should' know." Druid blamed Saryon in a very kind tone. "Your advisor is concerned about your health, which is why he suggested that you come and talk to me. To be honest, I am also concerned about your health. Obviously, you spend too much time on research, Brother Saryon , a healthy mind comes from a healthy body, and as I said before, if you neglect one, the other will wither." "I see." Saryon muttered, embarrassed by his loss of control just now. "I'm really sorry, Healer, maybe you're right." "Can you promise me that you have three regular meals, and... will you set aside time to go out and exercise every day?" "Okay, I promise." The Catalyst Saint replied impatiently, then turned and walked towards the door. "Also, don't spend all your time in the library." Druid followed up and warned. "There are other things—" "The library?" Saryon turned around immediately, his face pale as death. "What do you mean? What library?" Startled, the druid looked at Saryon in astonishment. "I have no other meaning, brother Saryon, you mentioned that you like studying mathematics, I naturally guess that you must spend too much time in the library..." "Really? I can tell you that you guessed wrong! I haven't been to the library for a month! One month, do you understand?" Saryon replied sharply. "Uh, I understand..." "May God be with you," the catalyst saint muttered. "You don't need to lead the way, I know where the exit is." Saryon bowed clumsily and rushed out of the druid's room.He walked out of the consulting room and the outside door quickly, the too short robe on his body fluttering around his emaciated ankle with his footsteps.
The old crow flew in from the window and landed on the druid's shoulder. Until Saryon had left for a long time, the druid was still stroking the feathers of the old crow thoughtfully, looking at the young man's back with concern . "What?" he asked the old crow. "what did you just say?" As if answering the druid's question, the old crow croaked. It raised its paws to scratch its mouth, and its bright black eyes also stared at the catalyst saint who was leaving. "Yes. You are right, my friend, that soul has very dark wings," replied the druid.
A druid of the tribe of Zeldalar works in his outdoor herb fields, one of the few outsiders who choose to live on the sacred mountain.A frail old crow hopped gloomyly from the side of the field ridge path, and it called out to remind its master that the patient had arrived.The druid thanked it, and the old crow, aged and bald, looked like an ordained catalyst saint.The druid left the sunny herbal field and returned to the cool and dark consulting room. "The sun is rising. Good morning, brother," said the druid, and walked softly into the waiting room, his brown robes dragging on the stone floor, making a sound like a whisper. "Xu—the sun is rising, good morning, healer." The young man stammered.He was looking out the window sullenly, but he didn't hear the druid walking in. "Please come here with me, please come to my room, we can chat comfortably." The druid's keen insightful eyes paid attention to every move of the young catalyst saint, as well as his unnatural pale complexion, bite Nails, preoccupied. The young man nodded politely, and the druid saw from his obvious look that if the catalyst saint was invited to jump off the cliff, he would respond in kind.They entered the consulting room, passing through a long row of hospital beds shaped like hands holding water, palms covered with a layer of sweet-smelling leaves and herbs, both of which have a sleeping and relaxing effect.Patients lie on the hospital bed, listen to the music specified by the therapist, and use the magical power in their bodies to heal themselves.The druid kept walking, talked to each patient for a few words, and led Saryon to continue walking. The two finally left the consultation room and came to a secret isolation room.Sunlight came in through the glass walls around the room, which was full of life and greenery. Druid sat on a cushion covered with soft pine leaves, and he motioned for the young man to sit down too. The Catalyst Saint plopped and sat awkwardly on the mat.He looked very young, with drooping shoulders, palms and feet that were too large for his figure, casually dressed, and a robe that was too short on his body. His eyes were dull, and there were gray shadows under the tired eye sockets.Although he knew the situation of the young man at a glance, the druid still pretended not to be interested in it. He chatted about the recent weather changes, and casually asked the catalyst saint if he would like a cup of hot tea to ease his emotions. The young man grunted in agreement, and a ball of steaming liquid floated out of the fire following the druid's gesture, filled two teacups, and floated in front of him.The druid took a sip carefully, and let the teacup float onto the table as if nothing had happened.Herbal teas contain ingredients that can make people relax and talk freely, and he watched the young man gulp down the hot tea like a cow, without seeming to care how hot it was or how it tasted.The young man put down his teacup and stared at a large glass window in the room. "I'm glad you took the time to visit me today, brother Saryon," said the druid, waving the ball of herbal tea to fill the young man's teacup. "You young men never think of coming to see me until you're sick. You ain't sick, brother?" "I'm fine, Healer, my mentor ordered me to come here." The young man continued to stare at the scenery outside the window. "That's right, your body looks very healthy, but our body is only the habitat of the soul. If the mind is not peaceful, the body will also be hurt." Druid said kindly. "I'm really fine, I just have a little insomnia recently..." Saryon replied impatiently. "But your mentor told me that you are often absent from evening prayers recently; you don't exercise every day, and sometimes you don't eat." The druid was silent for a while, watching the young man with experienced eyes, waiting for the medicinal power of the herbal tea to start attack.The young man's drooping shoulders suddenly relaxed, his eyelids closed, and his nervous hands slowly rested on his knees. "Brother, how old are you this year? Twenty-seven or twenty-eight?" "twenty five." The druid raised an eyebrow incredulously, and Saryon nodded in acknowledgment. "I started studying at the Holy Mountain when I was 20 years old." He explained that most people do not enter the holy mountain until they are 21 years old. "Why did you start studying at the Holy Mountain at the age of twenty?" Druid asked. "Because I'm a math genius," Saryon replied, in a flat voice that sounded like he was making a statement like "I'm tall" or "I'm a man." "Really?" The druid stroked his long gray beard.This can indeed explain the reason why young people enter the holy mountain to practice monasticism a year earlier.Extracting the life force from the elements and transmitting it to the wizard in need is an advanced knowledge, and the trick is entirely dependent on mathematics.The energy absorbed from the surrounding environment will be concentrated on the catalyst saint first, and then the catalyst saint will focus on the target of the spell. The mathematical calculation of how much energy needs to be transferred must be absolutely accurate, because this transmission process will weaken the catalyst saint. The power of the catalyst; only in the most critical situation or in times of war, the catalyst saint is allowed to transmit all the life force to the mage. "That's right," Saryon said.Under the influence of the medicinal power of the herbal tea, his whole body relaxed, and his tall and clumsy body sank into the cushion. "I learned all the calculations of common mana when I was very young, and when I was twelve, I could give you what it takes to lift a building off its foundations and make it float in mid-air At the same time, calculate the amount of magic required to conjure a royal gown for the queen." "This is truly remarkable," the druid murmured, watching Saryon intently through half-closed eyes. The catalyst saint shrugged. "My mother thought so too, but to me, it didn't seem like much of a big deal. I just thought of these math calculations as a game, the only game and entertainment I'd ever really enjoyed since I was a kid." He started unplugging. Soft pine leaves on the cushion. "You say your mother taught you to read? You never went to school?" "No, she is a priest and is about to be promoted to a cardinal, but she still chose to marry my father." "Because of political considerations?" Saryon shook his head and smiled wryly. "No, because of me." "Ah, that's it, I see." Druid took a sip of tea.Simharun's marriages are almost always arranged through the Catalyst Saints.The once prosperous Tao of Time has left a single legacy: the prophetic knowledge of the sages, given to the catalyst saints of the Tao of Life.The prophecy knowledge allows the catalyst saints to predict whether a man and a woman will have children, or whether it is wise to marry the two. If the results of the prophecy show that the two people will not be able to produce healthy children, the marriage will be forbidden. Since only the offspring of Catalyst Saints can inherit the gift of the Way of Life, their marriages are more closely regulated than other mages and arranged through the Church.Because the number of catalyst saints is so small, many see it as a privilege to hire family saints.In addition, the training fees and tuition fees of the catalyst saints are all paid by the church. The social status of the saints has been arranged after birth, and their families can also enjoy a more comfortable life than ordinary people. Life. "Since your mother holds such a high position in the church, your father must have been a powerful noble—" "No." Saryon shook his head. "My mother thought she was married off to my father and she kept reminding him of that, she was the queen's cousin and my father was only a baron." "Before death? You mean..." "He's dead," said Saryon flatly. "He died when I was fifteen. He was terminally ill. My mother did what she was supposed to do. She invited a healer, but she didn't try her best to treat him. And my father had long since lost the will to live." "Are you sad?" "Neither," Saryon grumbled back, digging his fingers into the hole he had just dug in the cushion.He shrugged. "It's been a long time since I went back to see him. My mother started teaching me to read when I was six years old, and he... was away for more and more time. He liked Merilon's social life, and besides——" Saryon frowned, Fingers busily digging the hole bigger. "And... there are other things... that bother me." "Many people have troubles when they are fifteen years old. Tell me about your troubles; your troubles must be very dark. They are like dark clouds, covering the sun in your heart." Druid said softly. "I——I can't tell you." Saryon replied vaguely, his face turned from rosy to pale. "It doesn't matter." Druid said complacently. "We can—" "I don't even want to be a Catalyst Saint!" Saryon blurted out. "I've always wanted to have magic powers. I've known it all too well when—when I was very young." "It's nothing to be ashamed of," Druid said. "Many in your church are jealous of the mage's power." "Really?" Saryon looked up, his eyes full of hope, but his face darkened again.He began to pull out the soft pine leaves on the cushion, pinching the pine leaves one by one with his fingers. "But there are worse things." He stopped talking, his face gloomy. "Then which tribe do you want to be a mage?" Druid asked.Although he already knew what was going on, he still hoped that the young man would confess that he waved to the Herbal Tea Ball and poured a cup of hot tea for the Catalyst Saint. "The tribe of Albanara..." "No, it's not!" Saryon smiled wryly. "I'm not that ambitious." He looked up out of the window again. "I want to be a Boalban wood-shaper. I like the feel of wood, the smoothness, the smell, and the twists and turns." He sighed. "My mother always reminded me that it is because I feel the life force in the wood, so I reverence wood so much." "Her explanation is correct and appropriate," Druid said. "But things are not that simple!" Saryon turned his gaze back to the Druid, with a strange smile on his face. "I want to change the wood, healer! I mean change the wood with these hands! I want to combine two pieces of wood to make a new and different thing!" Saryon leaned back and looked at the druid complacently. Anticipating the look of shock and horror on his face. Regardless of whether there is life or not, combining two things into one is an unforgivable crime in this world. Saryon's bold words just now are tantamount to admitting that he has stepped into the realm of the dark way. Only those who are proficient in the teachings of the Ninth Tribe Magicians would have this idea.A Boalban mage, for example, does not "make" a chair; the mage takes a whole living tree trunk and uses magic to shape it faithfully into the shape of a chair he has in mind; In other words, the chair is just another stage of its life form.If a mage cut down the trunk, bent it into shape with his bare hands, and combined all the deformed wood into a chair, the wood itself would whine and die quickly.Even so, Saryon admitted that he intended to commit this heinous act.The young man expected the druid to turn pale with terror, and perhaps even cast him out. However, the druid looked at the catalyst saint calmly, as if he just heard Saryon say that he loves apples. "We're all curious about this sort of thing, and that's normal," he said quietly. "What else did you dream about when you were a kid? Just assembled wood?" Saryon swallowed, looking down at the cushion, his fingers twisted around the pine leaves. "There are other things." He was sweating profusely, covering his face with his hands. "Help me! Emin!" Saryon yelled intermittently. "Young man, Emin is trying to help you, but first you must help yourself." Druid said sincerely. "You married a woman in your dream, didn't you?" "You—how did you know? You can read minds—" Saryon looked up. "No, that's not the case." Druid interrupted Saryon with a smile and raised his hand. "I don't have the mind-reading ability of a law enforcement officer. In fact, it's normal to dream about such things. Brother Saryon, these dreams are just remnants of the dark times back then, reminding people of their animal nature and their close connection with the natural world. Could it be? Has no one explained this to you?" Even while he was cursing Saryon's indifferent, dry, uncaring background for making him a young man wracked with guilt, the funny mix of relief, shock, and innocence on his face made the Druid Almost can't help laughing.The druid regained his serious attitude and began to briefly explain to Saryon: "According to inference and research, when the magician family was still living in the ancient dark land, we were forced to produce offspring by combining the flesh like beasts. Because of this, we cannot ensure that the offspring can inherit the magical talent; the magical blood was forced to Interbreeding with the living dead is believed to be the way we reproduce even years after we migrated to Simhallen. Then we finally discovered that we could use the life force to extract a man's sperm and implant it in a woman , this method allows us to control the population and strip the savage carnality from the human nature. Of course, things are always easier said than done, the human body and will are very fragile, I think, you should have already Are you able to control your lust? Or—" Druid continued, "These dreams still bother you?" "No." Saryon replied hastily, although he was still a little confused. "No, it doesn't bother me—I don't control my sensuality, I don't think about these things anymore, except...except math," he finally said. "I——I finally found out...that the mathematics that used to be just...just a game to me has now become my only...salvation!" He got up and sat down, staring directly at the druid, his face Kong Shang's originally distorted expression finally stretched out. "When I wander in the world of research, I can forget all my troubles! Healer, don't you understand? That's why I don't go to evening prayer; I forget to eat, I give up my daily exercise, these Chores are a waste of time for me! Knowledge is everything! I want to spend more time on research and learning! I want to create more theories, more calculation formulas! The mana needed to extract the glass! That's nothing compared to my other plans! I... I also discovered—" Saryon broke off abruptly. "What did you find?" Druid asked nonchalantly. "You won't be interested anyway." The Catalyst Saint replied immediately.Saryon lowered his head and saw that he had dug a hole in the cushion unconsciously. He felt very embarrassed and began to try to mend the hole. "Maybe I don't know mathematics, but I'd be happy to hear you talk about your discoveries." Druid said. "No need, actually this is not a big discovery. I'm really sorry, I dug a hole in your cushion..." Saryon staggered to his feet. "It's okay, I can fix the hole right away," Druid said.He stood up with a smile and looked at the young man intently. "Maybe we can talk about these new discoveries of yours another day?" "Maybe... another day... I... I don't know. I said that these new discoveries are really not that great. The most important thing for me now is mathematics. Nothing else is more important than mathematics! You don't Understood? I want knowledge... knowledge of all kinds! Even... even those that have been—" Saryon cut himself off suddenly. "Can I go?" he asked. "I've told you everything I need to say." "I don't know what I 'should' know, because you didn't say what I 'should' know." Druid blamed Saryon in a very kind tone. "Your advisor is concerned about your health, which is why he suggested that you come and talk to me. To be honest, I am also concerned about your health. Obviously, you spend too much time on research, Brother Saryon , a healthy mind comes from a healthy body, and as I said before, if you neglect one, the other will wither." "I see." Saryon muttered, embarrassed by his loss of control just now. "I'm really sorry, Healer, maybe you're right." "Can you promise me that you have three regular meals, and... will you set aside time to go out and exercise every day?" "Okay, I promise." The Catalyst Saint replied impatiently, then turned and walked towards the door. "Also, don't spend all your time in the library." Druid followed up and warned. "There are other things—" "The library?" Saryon turned around immediately, his face pale as death. "What do you mean? What library?" Startled, the druid looked at Saryon in astonishment. "I have no other meaning, brother Saryon, you mentioned that you like studying mathematics, I naturally guess that you must spend too much time in the library..." "Really? I can tell you that you guessed wrong! I haven't been to the library for a month! One month, do you understand?" Saryon replied sharply. "Uh, I understand..." "May God be with you," the catalyst saint muttered. "You don't need to lead the way, I know where the exit is." Saryon bowed clumsily and rushed out of the druid's room.He walked out of the consulting room and the outside door quickly, the too short robe on his body fluttering around his emaciated ankle with his footsteps.
The old crow flew in from the window and landed on the druid's shoulder. Until Saryon had left for a long time, the druid was still stroking the feathers of the old crow thoughtfully, looking at the young man's back with concern . "What?" he asked the old crow. "what did you just say?" As if answering the druid's question, the old crow croaked. It raised its paws to scratch its mouth, and its bright black eyes also stared at the catalyst saint who was leaving. "Yes. You are right, my friend, that soul has very dark wings," replied the druid.