Law of the Devil

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Chapter 4 [Magic Idiot]

Clark was very pleased with the child's response and looked at the crystal ball in his hand: "Come on, let me see your talent. I promise your father to teach you, but only if you have a magical gift, otherwise..."

Dewey looked up and said, "What do I do? ”

“Put your hands on the crystal ball and hold it tight. Then you try something inside, happy or angry. Anyway, use everything you can to mobilize your emotions.” Clark also replied with an indifferent tone: "Let me see your talent. ”

Dewey took two steps in silence, hands * * * on the crystal ball, and squeezed hard. The tentacles are cold but smooth.

“Concentrate, now… think about it and try to impress you the most. Anger is good, joy is good…" Clark's serious voice sounds in Dewey's ear.

Dewey closed her eyes and started searching her memory in her head...

Clark looked at the little light coming out of the crystal ball in his hand, and it was still bleak at first, but quickly, a little brighter!

The arrogant magician couldn't help but give a slight look of surprise. He looked at the crystal ball in his hand and then at the little Dewey in front of him. He couldn't help but “raze”.

Dewey didn't feel very good at the moment, he felt excited inside, secretly recalling the past... he came to a world somehow, before that, everything, ideals, dreams, life, pursuits, everything, became empty! And the longer I came here, the more I adapted to the world, the more blurred my memories of the past became... Although people's memories always recede, which is a normal phenomenon, it still makes Dewey feel sad, really sad...

Zhuang Zhou Meng Butterfly, am I living in a butterfly dream or am I dreaming of a butterfly?

Dewey's breathing became impatient, and the power of divinity in the crystal ball seemed to expand his inner mood. And the beating of his heart also made him have a hard to say pain, his chest was like being squeezed by something...

Finally, an ice-cold big hand pressed against his head and then flushed a little cool out of his head, forcing Dewey's already feverish head to cool down.

“That's enough, my boy.” Clark's voice was apathetic, but he had changed his name from "Kid” to “My Child," enough to prove that the magician was satisfied with Dewey's gift.

“Very good… I must say, quite good. You're just a kid under six. But your magic talent can already be compared to a magic apprentice. Your mental strength is almost twice that of ordinary people. Given your age… I am very satisfied with your talent.” The arrogant magician even had a smile on his mouth.

Is it strong? Dewey's heart is grinning. I'm afraid it's because I've been “reincarnated" and I still have memories of my past life. For a man possesses two generations of spiritual strength.

Clark put away the crystal ball, and he pointed Dewey down: “Now I need the second talent in the test… I'll teach you some of the simplest and most basic magic, and I need you to meditate, to feel the power of nature, and then you tell me what you feel. ”

Dewey remembered with great care a spell that Clark said, a simple and quaint pronunciation with a hint of mystery.

“You meditate and concentrate. This is a critical level to become a magician… many more talented than you fail at this level. ”

“What do I need to do?” Dewey frowned.

“Don't do anything. All you need to do is meditate on the spell, let your heart think, feel around, feel with your heart, cold, hot, or sound, whatever. It's not that hard. ”

Dewey did. He sat down and naturally sat in a knee-jerk position. This pose makes Clark feel fresh. The magician then took a hourglass out of the grey robe and put it aside to calculate the time...

With the fine sand flowing, little Dewey sat quietly for a long time. Finally, he opened his eyes and hesitated for a moment: “Mr. Mage...”

“Oh? What do you feel? ”

“I...” Dewey was helpless: “I felt hungry. ”

“ …… ”

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Clark was a little frustrated by that answer. Obviously, the child, despite his remarkable magic talent, does not have a delicate heart that can sense the world.

The magnitude of magic, while important, is not the only criterion. Spiritual strength can also be gradually improved through acquired effort meditation. People who are more gifted and spiritual can only start a little higher than others.

But being able to sense the magic elements of nature is the most critical level!

Clark once taught several magic apprentices, even those with less magic talent than Little Dewey, but not less talented people, one of whom, when initially experiencing this level, sat in less than half a hourglass, stood up, then extended his hand, and a little flame came out of his finger. Later, the student majored in fire magic.

And another apprentice, going through this, could already hear the sound of the wind in the sky. Later the kid majored in Wind Magic.

One of Clark's finest students, when he first passed this level, when he sat down and thought, all the water in a vase in the room floated, condensed into a fist-sized water polo, and condensed!

All in all, people who are truly talented as magicians will have all sorts of similarities when they first go through this! But this seemingly natural magic talent is good, Master Dewey, as if he didn't know anything about it.

This can only be said… he is not fit to be a magician at all.

“Alas, it's just a pity the spiritual strength God gave him. If he can pass the test, then with his spiritual strength, he will start a little higher than others.” Clark's heart felt a little sad, but soon, the arrogant sorcerer dispelled his own.

Hmm, what's the use of being taller! It's like fighting. People who are strong don't necessarily have to be able to fight too hard. For example, cows are powerful, but not against leopards.

But… unfortunately.

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When the gloomy look of the Clark Mage came out of the room, the Count, who waited many years outside, knew the result.

Indeed……

“Count, I'm sorry. Your son did not become a magician's gift. It appears that the gods did not choose him. I think you should find him another area of expertise.” Clark couldn't help but add: “Forgive me for taking the liberty… In my thirty-six years of magic research, I have never seen a son like you…”

Speaking of which, Clark sighed, he didn't even say goodbye and turned around and left. But after taking two steps, he suddenly seemed to think of something: “Oh, if you really want him to be a magician… I would suggest you let him choose magic pharmacology. After all, a magician, barely a magician. ”

After that, the Clark magician waved his hand, throwing a golden powder at his fingertips, and his body disappeared into a flame.

The Count fell into contemplation and his face was gloomy, when Dewey stepped out of the room and looked quietly at Lord Count.

Raymond and his son looked at each other for a moment, and he sighed silently, but the disappointment on his face was overwhelming.

“… I have never seen a son like this in 36 years…”

Um, like... what? Such an idiot? Such an idiot? Such an idiot? Such an untalented man?

The Count's inner sigh of despair.

Obviously, however, because of the pride of Master Clark, his unfinished words misled the Count.

In fact, what the magician is trying to say is, this is a contradictory combination of people with great magic talents who have no sense of natural magic elements.

However, the result and the facts led the Count to conclude on his son that “he does seem to be an idiot”.

It has to be said that, as a result of such a misunderstanding, both Rosiat old scholars and Clark magicians have a certain responsibility for obscuring their words because of taboos or character!

Because Dewey wasn't a magician's gift, but of course he wasn't an idiot. Quite the contrary, because he was born with a higher spiritual strength than ordinary people, which made him appear smarter than ordinary people. The advantages of mental strength make him more energetic and memorable than usual.

Such a man is now almost snapped into an “idiot” hat!

He began to convince a brilliant martial artist that he had no martial arts talent, and then angered a learned and versatile scholar, and finally disappointed a famous magician.

And the result is… these add up to make the aristocratic circle of the Emperor even more interested in this little Rollinist idiot. Even when some noblemen educate their recalcitrant children, they can't bear to say something like, "If you're dumber, you can't be worse than that little idiot from the Rollins!” In this way, inspire your children.

That's it, Dewey, used as a negative material.

And where exactly is this young master's future? This problem afflicts everyone in the Rollin family… except Dewey himself.