Mages Are Too OP

As Roland guessed, Falcon left.

In the church backyard, the old man smiled and slept in a wooden bed.

The townspeople stood spontaneously in front of the church, and no one spoke and it was quiet.

Only some sensual woman is secretly wiping tears.

The townspeople know that Falken waited a long time for the day. Going to the kingdom of God is the will of every devout believer.

It is only for the townspeople that they have lost a respected relative and a shelter.

Since Falken came to Red Earth Town for decades, he has treated the townspeople for free and healed their injuries. Even balancing the power of Red Earth Town, negotiating with the mayor, lowering some taxes and making life less difficult for ordinary people.

It's life with Falcon.

But he's gone now, and the rest of his life might be called survival.

The townspeople are confused.

The mayor is here, the townspeople are clearing a passage.

Roland's here, the townspeople are clearing a passage again.

The mayor was a handsome middle-aged man with a two-handed mustache. He looked at Falcon in bed with a black crutch, showing his sadness.

He didn't turn around, but seemed to feel Roland coming, and the mayor asked lonely, “Did he say anything to you before he left? ”

Roland stood still and shook his head.

Looking at the quiet smile on Falkan's face, the old mayor sighed and pulled a wrinkly white seven petals from his pocket and placed it on Falkan's chest.

Seeing this flower makes a lot of townspeople look a little weird.

Roland didn't notice the look on the faces of the others, and he's a little sad right now. Falken has helped him a lot in the last two months, and he's a leader after entering the world, but he didn't expect to say goodbye so soon.

He was immersed in grief and didn't see anyone else's weird expression.

And Roland thinks it's normal for the living to give flowers to the dead.

Only he did not know that in the State of Khoreiweyn, in the town of Red Earth, such flowers, would be used only when their sons were sacrificing their fathers, which was the default custom.

“Bury him.” The mayor spoke faintly.

Four young men walked forward and carefully lifted Falcon into a ready white coffin.

Ever since Falcon knew his death, he's had this thing by the bed.

The white coffin closed, lifted up, and people gave way to a passage.

The burial site is in the backyard, where several young people have taken control of a long pit and erected a type of stone tombstone in front of it.

The white coffin was hung into the pit and some women were desperate to keep their mouths shut and keep themselves from crying.

The mayor looked up at the sky, and he felt his eyes tight. When it's like this, it's better if it rains or if it doesn't, but now it's sunny and the sun burns in the head.

Then the mayor's eyes almost went blind.

Instead of following the past this time, Roland walked aside, watching the townsfolk coming from under the mountains, filling the church's backyard, and more people standing in the church's yard silently.

Perhaps it was Roland's first funeral, and perhaps because it was a game, he always felt a little untrue. He was sad, I don't know why, but he wanted to laugh.

After a moment of reflection, he suddenly realized that the reason he wanted to laugh was because he saw Falkan's quiet smile. Even though he was dead, he laughed so happily. If he didn't think of his life as one thing, the old man would be really weird.

Then he looked away, and since the deceased did not feel that death was a terrible thing, there was nothing to be saddened about as a living person. Just figured it out, he's still a little depressed, because the world can no longer lurk on this person, and it's a little lonely to think of that.

He sighed for a long time and was about to leave, turning around and seeing a young man with a brown white robe standing in front of him. The man smiled mildly, looked familiar, and even had a sense of kindness, but Roland took two steps back.

Because this young man is translucent, and through his figure, he can see the distant mountain forest in a vague way.

Ghosts or stealth?

The young man smiled softly: "What, I can't even recognize you? ”

The voice was very gentle and familiar... Then Roland opened his eyes and looked back into the church backyard, supposedly the white coffin had been buried there, then he looked at the young man in front of him and was not sure to ask: "Falkan? ”

“It's me!” the young man nodded.

Roland looked around again and found that people didn't find Falcon, and even if someone's gaze swept through here once in a while, it didn't feel any different.

“Normal people can't see me.” The young version of Falkan laughed, "Only people with a certain level of mental strength can communicate with me. ”

“Are you dead or alive?” Roland's subconscious circle around Falcon is full of curiosity: “This is the legendary soul, isn't it? ”

“It depends on the angle! For ordinary people, I'm dead. Because they can't see me, they can't communicate with me, I can't even show up in front of them. There has never been a trace of Falcon in their lives.” Falcon pointed to Roland's head: "But for a profession like you, I'm still alive, and it's just a change in form of life. ”

Falcon makes sense, and Roland feels that the other person should be alive, out of the flesh, into a pure spirit. When he saw that the acquaintance had not really disappeared, the little depression in his heart dissipated.

And he said, "What are you going to do next? To be a soul wandering around the village? ”

“I will go to the kingdom of God.” Falkan smiled bitterly: “I remember I told you. ”

“But...” Roland looked around: “How? ”

“The Goddess' envoy will come and pick me up, and the Gate of the Kingdom will open, and the time should soon come. ”

Roland nodded consciously: "Oh. ”

In fact, he had no idea what Falcon was talking about.

“Before you go, do I want to tell you something?” Falcon said with a smile, “Have you been having trouble practicing magic lately? ”

Roland nodded, knowing the language. The magic was a headache.

“Mages and magicians are very different and very different from our priests.” Falken explains: "Your spells come from an understanding of magic elements, so you are much more demanding to use magic than we are. Normally, a magician wants to use second-degree magic, at least until the elite level. You're not strong enough to touch the corners of second-order magic now, and you're strong enough. ”

“What should we do?” Roland asked.

“Learn more first-order magic and lay the groundwork. Strength can be learned naturally.” Falken said slowly: “Or learn meditation, a specialty that is unique to your magicians and can greatly improve your magicians' mental activity and strengthen your control over magical elements. Mastered meditation to use advanced magic across levels. ”