Amon received the highest standard of courtesy in the caveman tribe, and lived alone in the largest and tallest thatched hut in the village. Even Schrödinger had a soft grass nest with leather mattresses inside. That night, when Amon was resting, the tribe's patriarch Link and Amon's new friend Mei Danzuo did not sleep, and the two discussed things in private in the big cave with the fire.
Link: "Brother, since you came, I have been entertaining you with delicious food and drinks, and told the people that you are a friend of the gods. If you are in danger, I will immediately gather the warriors of the whole family to rescue you..."
Mei Danzuo waved his hand: "Stop, stop, don't mention this, I'll get angry when you say it! If you have anything to say, just tell me, do you have something to ask me?"
Link's application was a bit shy, and he leaned over and whispered: "I promised to exchange all the horse leather steel produced by the tribe with you, and I also sent the tribe to look for the ancestral relics you mentioned. You promised me to find the ancestral relics After that, you will gain the power of the gods with me, but it has been several years, and you probably know that it is very difficult to find. You took away the best fine iron billets in our clan, but what you promised to exchange... "
Mei Danzuo interrupted him again: "Link, do you want to settle the score with me? I didn't do you any favors. I just bring the things owed to your tribe together next time. When will I say nothing?" Did it count?"
Link quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, that's not what I mean. You're looking for the relics of your ancestors, isn't it just to master the power bestowed by the gods? And your friend... obviously can, why don't you ask him to teach you? What? If he agrees to teach you, and ask for it for me by the way, we have already agreed to learn together."
Mei Danzuo was embarrassed to say that Amon met him by chance on the road, and he just saved his life, but he didn't want to lose face in front of Link, so he had to prevaricate: "Of course it's okay for Amon to teach me, but we have passed The fateful friendship! But why should they teach you?"
Link shyly said: "I'm begging you, you and I have a life-long friendship! If you agree to this matter, our tribe will..." He stopped here, implying that There are many benefits, and at the same time, it also implies that Medan Zuo still owes the tribe what they exchanged.
Mei Danzuo was in a bit of a dilemma. He knew that magic arts in the outside world could not be learned at will. Only the nobles were eligible after obtaining the permission of the temple. No magician would teach these to the patriarch of a wildling tribe. Doing so violated the vows made in the temple and was severely punished.
While worrying, he suddenly remembered the reason for Amon's visit, and said with an idea: "Let me tell you, Amon is here to find something. It is said that the gods lost it here. If you can send people to help him find it, Maybe I can ask him to teach you how to master the power bestowed by the gods."
Link showed joy: "What does the messenger of the gods want to find?"
Mei Danzuo evaded: "I don't know too well, but I can give you a message to explain your thoughts clearly, and then you can ask Amon yourself."
Link quickly stood up and said, "Then why don't you go!"
Mei Danzuo also stood up and spread his hands: "It's the middle of the night, you can't let me disturb others with empty hands?"
Link nodded again and again: "I understand, there is still wine in the tribe, I will send someone to get it right away."
Medanzuo patted him on the shoulder: "Where did you, patriarch, hide the wine? I'll go get it with you."
Walking to the entrance of the cave, Mei Danzuo asked again, intentionally or unintentionally, "Do you really think that Amon is the messenger of the gods?"
Link's expression was a bit cunning: "Didn't you say he was a magician? I guess the ancestor you are looking for was also a magician? I now understand what a magician means. Since the people here If you regard him as the messenger of the gods, then he is the messenger of the gods, isn't he?" After thinking for a while, he added with a serious expression: "This messenger of the gods has indeed mastered the power bestowed by the gods, there is no doubt about it .”
Mei Danzuo pouted: "You still don't know what kind of gods they believe in!"
Link pointed behind him: "It's better than a fire, isn't it?"
Mei Danzuo was amused: "You can only tell me this, and you can't mention it in front of the tribe."
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Amon sat in the room meditating quietly, raised his hand, and suddenly a bright light appeared in front of him, and the light turned into a tongue of fire in the void. This was the fire element magic that he had just started practicing. Unlike the initial study of water element magic, he was soon able to directly summon a flame without using a staff. If other second-level magicians see Amon so easily, they will be surprised from ear to ear.
Amon's magic staff is very powerful, and there is a huge difference between using it or not. It is Amon's habit to master and become familiar with divine arts in the fastest way, and then practice and experience it in the most difficult way. The flames summoned in the void are very interesting, like a bright villain dancing, but Amon dare not direct the flames to dance randomly, for fear of burning other people's houses.
He looked at Huo Miao and was thinking about something. This tribe was located at a very high position. If he remembered correctly, he had passed through three layers of clouds around the mountainside when he came here, which was exactly where the old lunatic said he could stay. He needs to practice low-level divine arts on such a high mountain, and pay attention to observe the sky in the east.
Amon was still worried about where to settle. The food he brought with him was running out, so he didn't expect to meet such a tribe. With delicious food, good drinks and good hospitality, it is the most suitable place to stay here to practice magic arts, and you don't have to go hunting by yourself and you have to find a place to live. He had this idea in his heart, that's why he played that magical skill in front of the fire, thanks to the old lunatic for reminding him.
At this moment, Medanzuo's voice came from outside the house: "Prestige magician, are you resting? I am Medanzuo, and I am here to bring you fine wine and delicious barbecue for your cat. "
Schrödinger jumped out of the grass nest, and Amon extinguished the flames with a snap of his fingers and shouted, "I haven't rested yet, come in."
Medanzuo opened the door and walked in, followed by two petite female dwarves, one of them was holding a clay pot, the other was holding a wooden plate with sheet shale on top of the hot stone. The fresh meat is squeaking. The dwarves put down their things and retreated. Medanzo put two stone cups on the wooden board. One cup was empty, the other cup contained animal fat and was lit with a dry grass stalk. This is the oldest cup. Candles are also the most extravagant lighting tool in the tribe.
Amon was stunned: "It's midnight, are you coming to drink with me?"
Mei Danzuo shook his head and said, "No, no, I am presenting fine wine to the envoy of the gods on behalf of the people here." While speaking, he picked up the clay pot and poured a glass of wine, and placed it respectfully in front of Amon.
Amon sniffed his nose lightly and knew that the wine was not very good. Although he didn't drink often, he had an alcoholic father in his family, and the wine that the merchants shipped to Duke Town was all good wine. Amon could tell whether a wine was good or bad just by its smell, but it was not easy to drink wine among the tribes of cavemen and savages on this high mountain.
Amon stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you, you can sit down and drink together."
Mei Danzuo quickly waved his hand: "Honorable magician, I should call you my lord outside the mountain, how can I have the nerve to drink with you at the same table?"
Amon smiled: "Isn't this in the dwarf tribe! How can I have the nerve to let you watch me drink alone when you deliver wine and meat in the middle of the night?"
Mei Danzuo nodded and said: "Then I'll drink a few glasses with you." He ran to the door and shouted: "Bring another glass!" Instead of saying "sorry", I said "no".
Amon told him to sit down and have a drink, and Medan Zuo was secretly delighted, muttering to himself that his plan might be successful. This magician was very young, he looked like a teenager, and he didn't have the aloofness of those adults in the temple. He was very easy-going and easy-going, and he didn't seem to have a high status.
On the other hand, the sending of such a magician to this place is clearly a kind of punishment and exile. It must be that the family lost power and offended a high priest in power. It was not easy to deal with him openly, but they found a reason to drive him out of the temple to fend for themselves. If you are looking for something in this mountain, where can you find it!
In this case, his plan might not be impossible to succeed. Link wanted to learn divine arts, and Medanzo wanted to learn divine arts even more, otherwise he would not have ventured deep into the jungle to find the relics of his ancestors. If you meet a magician under normal circumstances, it is impossible to teach him magic without authorization. But here, Amon's appearance seems to be negotiable.
The two drank wine and chatted, and Mei Danzuo talked about his own experience intentionally or unintentionally—
Their family ancestors were once prominent. His great-grandfather was a priest of the Marduk Temple in Baron City, a sixth-level magician. He was only one step away from becoming a great magician, but unfortunately he was injured in a war. Escape from the battlefield with a precious scroll of flying magic in his hand. Perhaps because the mana of the scroll was exhausted or due to serious injuries, Medanzo's great-grandfather fell in the deep mountains and jungles near the Eudi Valley.
After the great-grandfather disappeared, the family almost went bankrupt and owed a huge debt. At this moment, a stranger from afar rescued Medanzo's great-grandmother and grandfather. It was a hunter from Assyria who accidentally discovered the body, relics and suicide note of Medanzo's great-grandfather while hunting in the Eudi Valley.
The hunter buried his great-grandfather according to the contents of the suicide note, and sent the relics to Baron City. These relics are very valuable, just the staff inlaid with two sacred stones is enough to pay off the debt. Later, although the orphans and widows preserved the family's territory, because they offended a noble local lord, Mei Danzuo's grandfather lost the qualification to inherit the priesthood after he grew up. The reason was that he was not suitable for learning magic arts. The power given by the gods was not awakened during the ritual.
This is completely an excuse. There are clearly people who are not magicians but still enjoy the nominal priesthood.
Anyway, it is not easy for orphans and widows to live. Needless to say, the family history of suffering, this is a declining, thin-populated noble family, which has been almost forgotten in Baron City. In Medanzuo's generation, even the status of nobility has been lost, and they are just ordinary civilians. When people mentioned the past, they even laughed at his grandfather for being useless, so that the descendants fell like this.
That hunter also conveyed Medanzo's great-grandfather's last words back then. It is said that the sixth-level magician fell into the deep valley and did not die on the spot. He prayed to the great god Marduk for seven days and seven nights in pain and finally despaired, so he recorded all the magic skills he had learned in a cave, hoping that someone would After being able to find his body, he was buried and his relics were sent back to his hometown. Later, the hunter fulfilled his last wish.
Medanzuo said while paying attention to Amon's face, because this has already involved an offense to the gods, and his great-grandfather's behavior also violated the metaphor of the temple. But Amon didn't get angry or reprimand him, and he listened seriously with a dignified expression. Only then did Medanzuo continue to speak cautiously—
When Mei Danzuo was a child, he heard the legend of his great-grandfather from his grandfather. This is a family secret and cannot be mentioned to outsiders. When he grew up, he had already lost the qualification to learn divine arts, so he learned physical arts, and became a fourth-level warrior just after the age of twenty. But he has never been reconciled, the wish and dream of life is to be able to learn magic.
This is impossible in Baron City. No one will teach him. It is against the law to privately learn divine arts in his capacity, and the instructor will also be punished. So Mei Danzuo remembered the story of his great-grandfather. Is the magical content written in the cave where his great-grandfather fell still still there? If you find that place, maybe you can practice divine arts by yourself.
Keeping the chance of being lucky, the young Medanzo went deep into the valleys and mountains at the junction of Baron and Hatti, trying to find the relics of his ancestors. But he didn't have a detailed map, he only knew a general range and it was almost impossible to find it, but he got acquainted with a dwarf tribe in the mountains.
Speaking of this, Mei Danzuo explained nervously: "Honorable magician, I regard you as my friend and my savior, so I will confess this secret to you. I don't want to be a magician. Master, my ancestor was a magician. According to the law, I should inherit his position. But he died for his country in the battle, but he was ridiculed as running away, and the descendants were treated unfairly. My only The purpose is just to restore the glory of the ancestors, and at the same time prove that I am fully qualified to inherit this glory."
After he finished speaking, he waited for a long time without hearing Amon's voice. He looked up anxiously but was stunned. After a while, he seemed to react suddenly, and quickly stood up and took a few steps back, knelt down and said, "Oh my God! How can there be such a coincidence in the world? You are holding Mr. Nietzsche's token!"
I saw Amon holding something in the candlelight. It was a small golden plate with emblems on the front and back, inscribed in cursive script and knife script respectively, like a seal or a nameplate of a temple. When Mei Danzuo reported his family history just now, Amon had confirmed Mei Danzuo's identity, and he was the descendant of the dead magician who the old lunatic found in the Youdi River Valley more than a hundred years ago.
When the magician's widow sent Nietzsche away, she specially made a gold medal for Nietzsche, and said that if anything happened in the future, she could send someone to bring this plaque to find someone in her family. This sign later became Nietzsche's token. The old lunatic took it to travel across the mainland and handed it to Amon the night before saying goodbye. He told Amon to keep it carefully, and it might be useful in the future.
More than a hundred years have passed, and Amon is not sure whether Mei Danzuo still knows this token, and whether what the widow said back then has been passed down. So he tentatively took out this sign, if Mei Danzuo couldn't recognize it, he didn't want to mention it again, but Mei Danzuo 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 kneeling and talking?"
Medanzuo replied: "This is the legacy of our family. Mr. Nietzsche is the benefactor who saved our family. It is he who selflessly sent the precious relics of our ancestors back to Barron City. Seeing this token is like meeting Nietzsche. Sir, you must salute and greet, and do your best to help. I have known the emblem on this token since I was a child, and I have fantasized about seeing Mr. Nietzsche himself or his descendants."
This is the truth. Medanzuo knew that Nietzsche was a magician who learned magic in private. The magic he learned was obtained from his great-grandfather’s suicide note. If he met Nietzsche, he might learn the magic left by his ancestors—this is One of Metatron's childhood fantasies, that's why he remembers the emblem on this token very clearly.
Amon: "You didn't tell the whole truth just now. Mr. Nietzsche is a magician, but you only said that he is a hunter."
Mei Danzuo quickly explained: "Yes, you also know that the identity of a magician cannot be disclosed, so I dare not reveal it in front of a noble magician like you... May I ask Mr. Amon, how could you Any relics of Mr. Nietzsche?"
Relic? Medanzuo took it for granted that Nietzsche was no longer alive. After all, it was more than a hundred years ago. The Amon in front of him was either his descendant or his heir, otherwise it would be impossible for him to tell this story of the past. , happened to take out this sign, but he didn't mention Nietzsche's name at all.
"This is indeed Mr. Nietzsche's token, which he handed over to me. It's such a coincidence that we can meet here! But if you think about it carefully, it's not without reason. You came to this area to find the relics of your ancestors, and I'm here Met you... Get up, let's continue drinking, and you suddenly told me the private past of the family, isn't there a reason?" Amon walked over and pulled Medan Zuo up, and returned to the simple wooden table sit down.
Mei Danzuo's face was flushed with excitement, he clenched the stone wine glass with both hands, leaned forward and said, "Mr. Nietzsche handed over the token to you? So he is still alive? He must be a great magician!" Can I see Mr. Nietzsche? Can you take me to see him?" He asked a series of questions, so excited that he was a little incoherent.
Amon waved his hand and said: "Medan Zuo, don't get excited! I'm afraid I can't take you to see Mr. Nietzsche, and I can't tell you where he is. Your family's legacy doesn't include these? ... You haven't answered me yet The question just now, suddenly asked me to talk about the secret past of the family to me tonight, why?"
It was only then that Mei Danzuo came to his senses, remembering that the family's legacy was to help the person holding the token as much as possible, instead of making all kinds of demands as soon as they met. He took a deep breath, and finally said: "Actually, I want to learn divine arts from you. The reason why I want to meet Mr. Nietzsche is also to learn divine arts... May I ask Mr. Amon, are you also a..."
Amon stopped the conversation and said, "Do you want to ask me if I am also a magician? Mr. Nietzsche was a magician back then, but it doesn't mean he will always be a magician. A great magician wants to obtain the status of a magician." It's not difficult to qualify, don't forget that more than a hundred years have passed." He didn't say whether he was a magician or not, and vaguely bypassed the question.