Mage Joan

Joan's ideal is full, but the wallet is very skinny.

Port Leiden is located in the middle of the east coast of Alfheim, quite far from the southern hinterland of the town of Delin. It takes a month to walk, and it takes one to two weeks to ride a sleigh. The uninhabited primitive jungles that are rampant with Warcraft, especially in the snowy and severe winter season, this trip is particularly difficult.

However, all suffering and danger can not stop the enthusiasm of young people to pursue their dreams. Joan had determined his ambition to go to Leiden Port for the entrance test last summer. To this end, he spent more than half a year planning his itinerary. He started to spend money on the odd job to save money, and finally made up for the travel expenses after the New Year.

One morning, Jo Ann left a letter to his grandfather, carrying a suitcase, carrying all his belongings, holding the loyal and humane hound Jamie out of the house quietly, sitting on a sleigh, braving the cold winter wind in the endless snowfield Go on flying, and thus start your own school journey.

This is the first time Qiao An has ever traveled far away, and it is just the **** courage of the young people who do not know the sky and earth. If he is older and understands the various risks that may be encountered in the wilderness, I am afraid that he will not have the courage to get out of the house.

Perhaps it was because of the goddess of fate. This 13-year-old country boy who was ignorant of his future was shocked all the way, ignorantly traversing the heavy obstacles of snow, jungle and beasts. He arrived in Lai safely ten days later. Dayton.

Joan didn’t want to recall the hardships of the journey, nor did he pay attention to the prosperous scene of the metropolis. The first thing to enter the city was to inquire about the location of Leiden College, and then just led the dog and dragged the sled so as to fully conform to the city. The image of "steamed buns" imagined by Liren walked into the admission hall.

Joan didn't pay attention to how the fashionable children in the city looked at him. He went straight to the "Arcane Professional Admissions Office" sign, and bravely asked the man who was wearing a gray robe and sitting at the long table. Examiner.

"How much do I have to pay for the registration exam?" Qiao An asked anxiously.

"No need to pay." The examiner smiled kindly. "Register first with me, get a number plate, and come over for the test when it's your turn."

Hearing that there was no payment, Joan took a breath—the biggest worry he had along the way was the poor money.

The examiner saw a change in his psychology, and there was a touch of pity in his eyes. Poor teenagers like Joan, who have nothing but dreams, have seen somehow. If the other party is lucky enough to pass the entrance test, they will understand that they are too happy-Leiden College has never been a "poor child" paradise.

Joe arranged for No. 13 and sat on the bench while waiting for the test number. Candidates are mostly around his age, and most of them are similar to his age. Some people leisurely raise their legs and close their eyes to refresh themselves. Some people are sweating nervously and frequently, and more candidates are digging their heads to study spell books.

Joan sat in the corner, opened his backpack, took out a hard stone-like black bread, and chewed silently. Every time he swallowed this rough food, Joan felt a sharp tingling in his throat knife and had to swallow it so hard that his forehead bulged. Fortunately, the admission hall provided free hot water. Joan filled his sheepskin water bag and ate a mouthful of dry bread, finally filling his stomach before the test.

Casting is a high-intensity mental task, and you can't get good results when you are hungry. In order to save as much money as possible, Joan almost never had a full meal during the trip. Although the food was rough and even the city's pet dogs didn't bother to eat, the long-lost satiety in his belly made him feel an unspeakable happiness.

Thanks to the blessing of this half piece of black bread, Joan ushered in this excellent test to decide his life. After listening to the examiner's test requirements, he concentrated on entering a state of high concentration, skillfully struck a series of spell-casting gestures, chanted mantras softly, and ended with a start character.

"Rúma!"

"Rúma" is an ancient Quenya (elven) word, which roughly means "lift, lift, move... heavy things". Those arcane arts that belong to the "change school" or "plastic energy school" mostly use this word as the start character if it involves calling the magic remote control of something.

Joan played well on the spot, with spellcasting gestures and spell rhythm nearly perfect. At the moment of Rúma's character exit, a ghostly pale glow appeared in his right hand. His fingertips pointed to the left end of the long table with his fingertips. The 5 pound weights used as examination tools floated out of thin air, as Joan's fingertips moved, this little The lead block seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, floated to the other end of the long table, and finally landed on the table smoothly.

"Okay." The examiner nodded gently.

Joan cancelled his spellcasting concentration and took a breath, with thin sweat beads visible on his forehead.

"Mr. Examiner, did I pass?"

"Well, pass." The examiner replied routinely, "The school starts formally on April 1. Remember to pay the tuition fee one day in advance."

"Tuition..." Joan couldn't help raising it, "How much?"

"Three thousand gold Durga." The examiner looked up and looked at the scared country boy with a compassionate look. "Three thousand a year, excluding room and board and other miscellaneous expenses."

Joan seemed to be stuffed with sackcloth in his throat, unable to say a word. He expected that tuition would not be cheap, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageously expensive. How much was 3000 Duga? His barren brain couldn't imagine it.

"Is it difficult at home?" The examiner still spoke of routine business.

Joan's face flushed, and finally nodded honestly.

The examiner dropped the quill, put his hands and thumbs together and rubbed gently, and said with a deep voice: "It is not uncommon for you to have this situation. The college also has a corresponding student assistance program. Do you want to know?"

Joan nodded in a hurry, the spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.

The examiner gave Joan a deep look, and a magic halo seemed to appear deep in his eyes. After a few seconds, the drawer was opened, and a long ruler with dense rainbow-colored grids, a piece of gray paper, and a box of steel needles were taken out.

The examiner picked up a needle and handed it to Joan: "Pierce the finger and squeeze a drop of blood on the test paper."

Joan froze for a moment, then pierced his **** as he instructed, and smeared blood on the gray paper strip.

The examiner took the test paper and placed it on the long ruler of the chromatographic band, carefully comparing the colors presented on the test paper.

Joan doesn't know what this means. However, he soon found that the blood stains on the test paper changed from red to blue, and finally the shape was blue and purple.

what does this mean?

Normal or abnormal?

Just when Joan was full of doubts, the examiner whistled and a smile appeared on his face.

"As I guess, it is no wonder that among your three spiritual attributes, the charm is particularly high, and it really has a special bloodline."

"Excuse me...how do you know my mental attributes?" Joan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Of course, it's identification by magic." The examiner pointed to his own eyes. "In order to cope with today's proctoring task, I specially prepared a 2 ring "Higher Endoscopy". Well, let's focus on Judging from the results of the ribbon comparison, you are likely to have a strange pedigree. Young people, how much do you know about this?"

Joan's lips trembled and shook his head gently.

"You don't know anything about your blood unity?" The examiner glanced at him suspiciously and murmured, "It's not surprising, after all, it's from the country."

"Mr. Examiner, what does'strange pedigree' mean?" Joan restrained the urge to stroke the back of the neck, barely remaining calm.

"This is not something that can be explained clearly in two or three sentences. Simply put, your ancestors may have been in contact with powerful strange monsters such as Destroyer, Eye Demon, Benthic Devil Fish, or concluded some kind of The mysterious contract, so that your family is integrated into the non-human blood, this blood power may not appear for several generations, but when it happens, it will be highlighted in a lucky descendant, and you are The lucky one." The examiner looked at Joan with a smile.

"Lucky?"

"Yes, you are lucky, young man, your bloodline contains a mysterious magic power. Although we have no way of knowing what kind of strange creature this power comes from, it will undoubtedly bring you a great benefit- —Provides you a shortcut to get magic."

"shortcut?"

"The Warlock's Way." The examiner asked Joan, "Have you heard of'Warlock'?"

Joan nodded gently. Warlocks are the mainstream arcane spellcasters alongside mages. The difference is that mages rely on hard study and research to enhance their ability to cast spells, while warlocks rely on constantly discovering and strengthening their bloodline power to improve their ability to cast spells. The mage's learning ability depends on intelligence, and the warlock depends on charm-that is, the external manifestation of blood potential.

"Young people, I want to give you a suggestion. If you insist on taking the path of a mage, then you are only a middle-upper intelligence level compared to ordinary people, and you may pay a lifetime of life to be a mediocre low-level mage; On the contrary, if you are wise enough to choose the warlock as your lifelong career, fully develop the strange magic contained in the bloodline, and have a chance to become a superior high-level warlock." The examiner stared at Joan with a bright eyes. Which way do you think about it?"

"Sorry, I need some time to consider."

"You have enough time to consider, just make a decision before the start of school."

"That... tuition thing..."

"Oh! I almost forgot," the examiner patted his forehead and pushed the table on the table to Joan. "If you have a difficult family, you can apply for the'direct entrusted training aid provided by the Colonial Company and Leiden College. 'Loan', this can help your family greatly reduce the burden of tuition."

"What loan?" Joan didn't understand the long list of mouthful nouns.

"Directly entrusted training student loans, in simple terms, means that a large company will help you bear part of the tuition fees with low-interest loans. You can pay off your debts even before the graduation, or you can not pay the money. Instead, sign a long-term employment contract with the company-this is like the company spending money to train you for professional skills and waiting for you to return to work after you graduate."

"Is there such a good thing?" Joan doubted.

"After all, talent is rare." The examiner seemed to laugh.

"After signing this contract, how much can I get?"

"It depends on whether you choose the Master's Major or the Warlock Major. If you choose the Master, you can get a 1,500 gold Duga student loan every year. If you choose the Warlock Major, it will be very different," the examiner exaggerated. Whistle, "You don't need to dig out a copper plate yourself, the student loan is fully covered."

"This shows that warlocks are more popular than wizards?" Joan asked thoughtfully.

"No, it's just because your talent for warlocks is far better than the talents for wizards. The company is happy to spend 3000 gold coins every year to support a promising young warlock, not a...cough, IMHO, a mediocre wizard. apprentice."

After listening to the examiner, Joan was deeply touched. On the surface, it seems more wise to choose "Warlock" as your lifelong career, which not only fits your talents, but also saves a lot of tuition. However, Joan is still unable to make a decision. One reason is that he does not understand the practice of the "Warlock" at all, and I don’t know where to start to explore the magic power of strengthening his own bloodline. The human heart is inexplicably frightened by the weird power lurking in his blood...

Joan couldn't help but touch the back of the neck, a mass of raised hard objects touched the palm, still turning slightly. He couldn't help but shudder, and inexplicably had a hunch: If he chooses a warlock profession, it can indeed be outstanding as the examiner predicts, but as the hidden power in his bloodline is constantly being unearthed, he is gaining more powerful magic. At the same time, I am afraid that it will become more and more weird, until it becomes a monster completely-just like the source of this bloodline.

Thinking of this, Joan had just returned from the hot heart, but took down the student loan application form on the table, bowed deeply to the examiner, and turned to leave the examination room.

PS. Quenya comes from "The Lord of the Rings", which is the elven language created by Tolkien. There are some diacritical marks in this language that cannot be displayed correctly in my writing document. I have to rewrite it into approximate English letters. Please forgive me.

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