Pivot of the Sky

Amon was treated to the highest standards in the Cave Wildlings tribe and lived alone in one of the largest and tallest grass houses in the village, where even Schrödinger had a soft grass nest with leather mattresses. When Ammon rested that night, the tribal chief, Link, and Ammon's new friend, Medanzo, did not sleep, and the two were discussing things privately in the big cave that lit the fire.

LINK: “Dude, ever since you got here, I've been having delicious hospitality and telling people you're a friend of the gods. If you are in danger, I will gather the warriors of the entire clan to rescue you...”

Medanzo waved: "Stop, stop, don't mention it, I'll be angry when you say it! Let's just say what's going on. Is there something you need to ask me again? ”

Link's application turned out to be somewhat slurred: “I promised you that I would exchange all the muggy steel produced by the tribe, and I sent people around to find the ruins of your ancestors. You promised me that when you found the ruins of your ancestors, you would come with me to gain the power of the gods, but years passed, and I'm afraid you know it's hard to find them. You took all the finest billets of our family, but promised to exchange them..."

Medanzo interrupted him again and said, "Link, are you going to count me? I don't owe you too much. I owe your tribe something. Just bring it with me next time. ”

Link shook his head quickly and said, "No, no, no, no, that's not what I meant. Weren't you looking for the ruins of your ancestors just to grasp the power that the god gave you? And your friend... obviously will, why don't you ask him to teach you? If he had promised to teach you and begged for me by the way, we would have agreed to learn together. ”

Medanzo was embarrassed to say that Amon was an accidental encounter on his way, only to save his life, but he didn't want to lose face in front of Link, so he had to euphemize: “Of course Amon taught me, of course, we are an overworked relationship! But why should I teach you? ”

Linc looked at him and said, "I'm begging you, you and I have a cruel relationship! If you promise to do this, in the future our tribe...” He said that it stopped here, which means that some benefits are, at the same time, implying that Medanzo still owes the tribe something to exchange.

Medanzo was a little embarrassed, but he knew that world theology outside could not be studied at will, and that nobility was qualified only after obtaining permission from the temple, and that no magician would pass these on to the chiefs of a wildling tribe. Doing so violates both the oath in the temple and the harsh penalty.

He was grieving, and suddenly he remembered Amon's intention, and he said, "Let me tell you something, Amon came looking for something. It is said that the gods have fallen here. If you can send people to help him find it, maybe I can find a way to ask him to teach you how to master the power God has given you. ”

Link looks delighted: “What is the messenger of God looking for? ”

Medanzo pushed out: “I'm not sure, either, but I can give you a message, clarify your thoughts, and ask Amon yourself. ”

Link quickly stood up and said, "Then go quickly! ”

Medanzo also stood up with a pair of hands: "In the middle of the night, you can't let me bother people empty-handed, can you? ”

Lincoln nodded repeatedly: “I understand that there is still wine in the tribe, I immediately sent someone to get it. ”

Medanzo patted him on the shoulder: "Where did you hide the wine? I'll go get it with you. ”

Going to the hole, Metanzo seemed intentionally to ask, "Do you really think Amon is the messenger of the gods? ”

Link's expression was a little cunning: "Didn't you say he was a magician? I suppose the ancestor you're looking for is also a magician? Now I understand what a magician means. If the people here consider him the messenger of the gods, then he is the messenger of the gods, isn't he?” Think about it and add with great seriousness: “There is no doubt that the messenger of this god does possess the power that God has given him. ”

Metazzo whispered: "You don't know what kind of god they believe in! ”

"Better than a pile of fire, isn't it?" ”

Medanzo was amused: “You can only say that to me, not in front of the people. ”

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Amon sat in the room meditating quietly, raising his hand and suddenly appearing in front of him a bright light that turned into a fire tongue in the void, the fire elemental magic he had just begun to practice. Unlike the initial study of water elemental theology, he was soon able to summon a flame without the aid of a staff. If other second-degree magicians saw Amon so confident, they would be surprised to close their mouths.

Amona's staff is amazing. It's a habit for Amona to master and familiarize herself with magic in the quickest possible way and then practice and experience it in the most difficult way. The flames that were summoned in the void were quite amusing, dancing like a bright little man, but Amon was afraid to direct the flames randomly, afraid to burn down his house.

He looked at the flame and thought about it. The tribe was in a very high position, and if he remembered correctly, he had come here through three clouds surrounding the hillside, exactly where the old madman had said he could stay. He needs to practice low-order magic on such high mountains and watch the eastern sky.

Amon was worried about where he was going, and he was running out of food with him, and he didn't expect to meet such a tribe. There's good food, good hospitality, staying here to practice magic is perfect, you don't have to go hunting yourself and find a place to stay. He had this idea in his heart, and that's why he played the magic trick in front of the fire, thanks to the old lunatic's reminder.

At this moment, the voice of Medanzo came from outside: "Have you rested, noble magician? My name is Medanzo and I'm here to bring you wine and a delicious BBQ for your cat. ”

Schrödinger's bones jumped out of the grass hole, and Amon shot out the flame and shouted, “I haven't rested yet, come in. ”

Medanzo pushed open the door and followed two small midgets, one holding a pottery jar and the other holding a wooden plate with a sheet of shale, fresh meat creeping from the burnt stone. The dwarves put down their things and retreated, and Medanzo put two stone cups on the board, one empty and the other filled with animal fat and lit with a haystack, the oldest candle and the most luxurious lighting tool in the tribe.

Amon stunned: “In the middle of the night, are you coming to see me for a drink? ”

Medanzo shook his head: "No, no, no, no, no. I am offering wine to the Apostle of the Spirit on behalf of the people here.” As he spoke, he poured a glass of wine in a pottery can and placed it respectfully in front of Amon.

Amon sucked his nose and knew that the brew was really bad. Although he didn't drink much, he had an alcoholic father at home, and the merchants shipped all the wine to Duke Town. Amon can tell the good and bad by the smell alone, but it's not easy to drink in the cave wildlings tribe on this mountain.

Amon stretched out his hand: "Thank you. Sit down and drink with me. ”

Medanzo waved quickly: "Dear magician, outside the mountains I should call you my lord, how can I have a drink with you? ”

Amon laughed: "It's not in the Dwarf tribe! How am I supposed to let you watch me drink in the middle of the night when you bring me wine and meat? ”

Medanzo nodded smoothly: “Then I'll have a few drinks with you.” He ran up to the door and yelled, “Bring me another cup!” Seeing the situation, he wanted to drink it himself, otherwise he wouldn't have said "sorry” but “no”.

Amon told him to sit down and drink, and Medanzo burgled, clamoring that his plan had the potential to succeed. The theologian is very young, looks like a teenager, doesn't have the adults in the temple to be the tallest doers, very easy to talk to, doesn't seem to have a high status.

On the other hand, such a magician was sent to this place, clearly a form of punishment and exile. It must have been the loss of the family that had offended the high priest in power. He could not deal with him openly, but he found a reason to expel him from the temple and destroy himself. Find something in this mountain, where to find it!

In that case, his plot could not succeed without trying. Link wanted to be a theologian, and Medanzo wanted to be a theologian himself, otherwise he wouldn't venture into the jungle to find the ruins of his ancestors. It would not be possible to teach a magician without his permission if he met a magician under normal circumstances. But here, Amon seems to be negotiable.

They were drinking and talking, and Metanzo accidentally talked about his experiences...

Their ancestors had also distinguished themselves. His great-grandfather, a priest of the Temple of Marduk in Barron City and a level six magician, was only one step away from becoming a great magician, but unfortunately he was injured in a war and escaped the battlefield with a precious flying magic scroll in his hand. Medanzo's great-great-ancestors crashed into the deep mountain jungle near the Little Bottom Valley, possibly because of the exhaustion of the scroll's powers or the severity of the injuries.

After the disappearance of his great-grandfather, his family was almost bankrupt and he owed a huge debt. It was then that a stranger from afar saved Medanzo's great-grandmother and grandfather. It was a hunter from Assyria who stumbled upon the remains, relics and suicides of Medanzo's great-grandfather while hunting in the valley.

The hunter buried his great-grandfather in accordance with the contents of the suicide note and sent the relics to Barron City. The relics are valuable, and just the cane with the two sacred stones is enough to repay the debt. Later, the orphan widow mother, while preserving the family's territory, lost her eligibility to inherit the priesthood when she grew up because she had offended a noble local adult, on the grounds that he was not fit to study divinity and had not been given the strength by the awakening gods during the ceremony.

This is simply an excuse to distinguish between those who are not clerics and those who still enjoy nominal priesthood.

In any case, it is not easy for orphaned widows and widows to live their lives. Needless to say, the family's history of suffering is a fallen and thin aristocratic family, which is almost forgotten in Barren City. In the Medanzo generation, even nobility was lost, just ordinary civilians. People even laughed at his grandfather's uselessness when they mentioned the past, so that future generations did not.

The hunter also conveyed the last words of Medanzo's great-great-ancestors. After seven days and seven nights of praying to the Great God of Marduk for despair after falling into the valley and not dying on the spot, the sixth priest was said to have recorded everything he had learned in a cave in anticipation of the discovery of his body and the burial of his remains and the return of his relics to his homeland, and later the hunter fulfilled his wishes.

Medanzo said that while watching Amon's face, as offense to the gods was already involved, his great-grandfather's actions violated the temple's metaphor. But Amon was not angry or reprimanded, and he listened very carefully. Medanzo, that's what we keep saying--

When Medanzo was a kid, he heard the legend of his great-grandfather from his grandfather, which was a family secret and could not be told to outsiders. By the time he grew up, he had lost his qualifications to study theology, so he studied physical arts and became a fourth-level samurai just after the age of twenty. But he was always unwilling, and life's aspirations and dreams were to be able to learn magic.

This is not possible in Barron City, where no one will teach him that private theology in his capacity is against the law and that the professor will be punished as well. So Medanzo remembers his great-grandfather's story, and his great-grandfather still writes about his magic in that cave that crashed? If you find that place, you might be able to practice your own magic.

In case of possible luck, young Medanzo went deep into the valley mountains bordering Baron and Hattie in an attempt to find the ruins of his ancestors. However, he did not have a detailed map, knowing that an approximate range was almost impossible to find, but had become acquainted with a Dwarf tribe in the mountains.

Speaking of which, Medanzo explains very bluntly: "Dear magician, it is only by treating you as a friend and you as my savior that I will be able to confess such a secret to you. I'm not trying to be a magician, my ancestors were a magician, and by ordinance I was supposed to inherit his position. But he died in battle for his country, but was laughed at as an escape, and the latter was treated unfairly. My sole purpose is to restore the glory of my ancestors, while proving that I am fully qualified to inherit it it. ”

He waited half a day to hear Amon make a sound. He looked up anxiously and stood still. After a moment, he suddenly reacted. He stood up and stepped back and knelt down. “God, how could there be such a coincidence in the world? You have Mr. Nietzsche's belongings! ”

I saw Amon holding something in the candlelight, it was a small gold brand, with a crest on both sides, engraved with a book of grass and a knife, like a seal or a name plate of a temple. Earlier, when Medanzo Chan spoke of his family history, Amon had identified Medanzo as the descendant of the magician who had been killed over a hundred years earlier by an old lunatic in the valley.

When the widow of the magician sent Nietzsche away, she also made a gold medal for Nietzsche and said that if anything happens in the future, she could send someone to find her family with this brand. This brand later became Nietzsche's letter, and the old madman took it all over the continent and handed it over to Amon the night before goodbye, letting Amon keep it carefully, which may be useful in the future.

More than a hundred years later, Amon was not sure that Medanzo knew the letter, and whether what the widow had said had been passed down. So he took out this brand in a tentative way, and if Medanzo couldn't recognize it, he didn't want to mention it again, so Medanzo actually recognized it at a glance!

Amon stood up and said, "I'm not mistaken. You know Mr. Nietzsche's name, but why are you speaking on your knees? ”

"This is the legacy of our family," replied Medanzo. "Mr. Nietzsche, a benefactor in saving our family, selflessly returned the precious relics of his ancestors to Barren City for thousands of miles. Seeing this letter is tantamount to seeing Mr. Nietzsche. Be sure to greet him and help him to the best of your ability. I have known the crest of this letter since I was a child and have fantasized about seeing Mr. Nietzsche himself or his descendants. ”

That's a big truth. Medanzo knew that Nietzsche was a magician who studied private magic, and learned it from his great-grandfather's suicide note. If he saw Nietzsche, he could have studied the magic left by his ancestors. This is one of Medanzo's childhood fantasies, which is why the crest on this letter is so clear.

AMON: “You didn't tell the whole truth, Mr. Nietzsche was a magician, and you just said he was a hunter. ”

Medanzo quickly explained: "Yes, you also know that the identity of a magician cannot be revealed, so I dare not reveal it in front of a noble magician like you. … Mr. Amon, how did you get Mr. Nietzsche's relics? ”

A relic? Medanzo assumes, of course, that Nietzsche is no longer alive. After all, that was more than a hundred years ago. Amon in front of him is either his descendant or his heir. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to take out this brand when he spoke of the past. He did not mention Nietzsche's name.

“This is indeed Mr. Nietzsche's letter, which he gave me personally. What a coincidence we meet here! But when you think about it, it's not like there's no reason why you came here looking for the ruins of your ancestors, and I ran into you here.... get up, let's continue drinking, you suddenly tell me about the private affairs in these families, isn't there a reason?” Amon walked over and pulled up Medanzola and went back to sit at that humble wooden table.

Medanzo's face rose with excitement, holding the stone glass in his hands and leaning forward, “Mr. Nietzsche handed it to you? So he's still alive? That must already be a great magician! Can I see Mr. Nietzsche? Can you take me to him?” He asked a series of questions and was excited to say something uneventful.

Amon waved, “Medanzo, take it easy! I'm afraid I can't take you to see Mr. Nietzsche or tell you where he is.... You haven't answered the question I just asked. Why did you suddenly come to me tonight to tell me about my family's secret past? ”

Medanzo woke up and remembered that the family's legacy was only to try to help people with letters, not to make demands when they met. He took a deep breath and finally said, "Actually, I want to learn from you, and I want to see Mr. Nietzsche because I want to learn from you. … Mr. Amon, are you also a…"

Amon intercepted, “Do you want to ask me if I'm also a magician? Mr. Nietzsche was a magician, but that did not mean that he would always be a magician, and it was not difficult for a great magician to qualify as a magician, not to forget that more than a hundred years had passed.” He didn't say whether he was a magician or not, he blurred around the question.

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