As the day slants westward, the golden dusk covers the whole town of Bolai. After dinner, the residents sing and dance as if they are listening to a new evening song, and the dance steps under their feet are also rejuvenated; the poets in the square play the harp and use elegant tones Chanting the poem of sunset; painters by the river also stepped up their time to record this beautiful moment.
In many places, dusk is known as the key to open the darkness, but in Bolai Town, it has become a treasure of praise.
But even if the treasures are bright, there are places where the light is not bright, such is the orphanage in the depths of Thyssen Lane.
In a dark room, little Sam opened his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes, got off the bed, opened the window and looked out at the gloomy sky, only occasionally bright in the shadows of the buildings in the distance, and could see the dusk in the cracks.
The orphanage is forever shrouded in gloom, as if it were cut off from the outside world.
If ordinary people come here, it is estimated that they will be frightened and trembling. Even the daring will not like such a place.
But little Sam felt the cold and even a little dead world around him, but he felt inexplicably peaceful inside.
Compared to the toil and boredom on the farm in the past few years, he relaxed his mind for the first time here. Perhaps because of his mood at this moment, he did not hate or fear the orphanage.
Sitting in a daze by the window for a while, little Sam thought about all kinds of things in his mind, the past, the present, and the future.
It wasn't until there was a knock at the door that he regained his senses in a trance.
"Are you Brother Sam?"
After the door opened, there was a very soft-looking little Zhengtai. But Little Sam had heard from Mr. Thyssen before that the orphanage only had undead, and this little Zhengta should be one of them.
"Yada?"
Yada's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and raised it high: "Yes, my name is Yada!"
Little Sam looked at Yada's shining eyes and rubbed his head subconsciously. After rubbing it, he was stunned.
Isn't he a little over the top
Also, he should be afraid of the undead, but why is he not afraid of Yada at all
When little Sam hesitated, Yada was very happy. He inexplicably liked this little brother, and he did not reject him at all.
"What's the matter with you coming to me?" Little Sam coughed twice and put away some hands that he didn't know where to put them.
"It was Lord Pat who asked me to come. The Lord said, Brother Sam woke up and asked you to come over." Yada said.
When Little Sam heard that Mr. Pat asked him to pass, he said without hesitation: "Well, you lead the way."
Maybe Yada is very soft and cute, and little Sam is asking about the orphanage and Mr. Pat all the way.
Yada didn't answer much about Mr. Pat, but he didn't hide the situation in the orphanage. Little Sam also knew that it turned out that the orphanage was also gloomy during the day, caused by illusions; the illusions here were used for the trials of the gifted; there was another undead named Shani, who had been in a bad mood recently. Stable and did not appear.
When little Sam wanted to ask Shanny why she was emotionally unstable, and the details of that Mr. Thyssen, they had already arrived at the door of Mr. Pat's room.
"I'll wait for Brother Sam outside, and I'll take Brother Sam out to dinner later." Yada waved to little Sam and hid in the darkness.
Little Sam took a deep breath and knocked on the silent wooden door.
After a long while, sitting in front of the dim yellow oil lamp, Little Sam heard Angel's question: "Yada should have told you, why did I let you come here?"
Little Sam nodded: "Test the mental power value."
Angel said lightly: "Yes, after eating and sleeping, your mental power has begun to recover to its peak, and the test is the most accurate at this time."
After Angel finished speaking, he stretched out his hand a little and created a small game illusion in front of Little Sam.
This is a small game of enlightenment in the holographic tablet.
Through the mini-game, little Sam's thoughts gradually became active, and his mental power also became excited. At this time, Angel handed the scale for measuring mental power to Little Sam.
When little Sam was about to look down at the scale, Angel stopped him: "Don't look at other parts of the scale, it will have an impact on your mental strength. The correct use of the scale is from the bottom. Start from the 0 scale, and slowly look up with the light golden line inside, and as much as you can see, the value of your mental power is the same."
After explaining, Angel signaled that Little Sam could test.
Little Sam solemnly picked up the scale, and his eyes began to focus on the 0 scale. As he concentrated, the golden lines in the scale moved like snakes, and began to move slowly upwards...
At the beginning, when Angel used the scale to test the value of mental power, when he reached the 7th scale, he just felt a little astringent in his eyes. After 10, one gold thread turned into two, forming a double helix and rushing upward. Only then did Angel feel a tingling in his brain.
But when Little Sam reached the 4 mark, his forehead started to sweat. When the golden line reached 5 o'clock with difficulty, the blue veins began to burst.
When Little Sam felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to burst, the golden thread climbed a little again. However, the climb this time exceeded the upper limit of Little Sam's tolerance. Little Sam's eyes darkened and he fainted.
Angel took the dial from Sam's hand.
The golden line stops at scale 7.
"A bowl of witch soup can just bring his mental strength to 10, exceeding the lower limit of talent." Anger's eyes flashed complexity: "It's exactly 10, is it counted? Sure enough, it was Feng who stayed... "
Back in the abyss, Angel also felt that Feng seemed to take everything into account, whether it was him, the owner of the nightclub, Fafnir, or Odecklas, they seemed to be in the bureau set up by Feng.
Therefore, Angel was not surprised when he saw that the scale was exactly 7.
When Angel was talking in a low voice, he didn't know that in the distant inner world, a painter called Sister Feng was sneezing, rubbing his nose and saying, "Who is reading me? I guess it's Rowling... Rowling said she doesn't care, but she actually cares. After all, it has something to do with her ethnicity. Sigh, I don't know if the witch soup with the 3-point upper limit of mental power can cultivate a talented person. No way. There's nothing I can do, I'm just a poor painter, I only have that little savings."
Angel didn't know, in fact, this time, it was really just a coincidence.
He put the dial aside, his eyes flickering dimly.
The magic painting wizard can even estimate the mental strength of Little Sam, so he will go to the tidal world, should he also count it
Even if it is really counted, Angel still has to go to the tidal world in order to find suitable elemental life.
"As expected of a legendary wizard, he is so powerful."
When Angel sighed in his heart, little Sam on the other side began to wake up leisurely.
…
Little Sam was a little relieved after learning that his test mental strength value was 7. Although it is the tail of the crane, at least he has become a gifted person and has the opportunity to step into the extraordinary world.
"After you go back, heat the witch soup with a stove, and you can drink it after it's completely melted." Angel: "After drinking, have a good night's sleep, come back tomorrow, and I'll test your talent."
Although it is already known that Little Sam has the talent of being a near-spiritual body, the future direction still needs to be further measured.
Little Sam nodded and left the room.
After Little Sam left, Angel entered self-precipitation. No matter where he went, Angel would never relax his precipitation of self until he had completely digested the knowledge.
Time goes by.
The night passed, and Little Sam stood in front of him again refreshed.
"Mr. Pat, I already took witch soup last night." Little Sam hesitated and asked, "Is my mental strength 10 now?"
When Angel entered Little Sam's door, he could already feel the fluctuation of his mental power, which only happened after the mental power value exceeded 10 points.
"Congratulations, you are now a gifted person. But this only gives you the opportunity to pursue the truth. Whether you will be able to embark on the path of transcendence in the future is still uncertain." Angel said briefly, He didn't say too many words of encouragement or blow, and these were left to Little Sam's mentor in the future.
"Although you are a gifted person now, I still need further confirmation of your talent."
Angel snapped his fingers lightly, and immediately there were some visible changes in the room.
The door was opened and the wind blew in, the extinguished oil lamp began to reignite, the empty water cup was filled with water, and a flowerpot filled with soil was added to the table...
After these facilities were set up, Angel took out the talent ball and the small hourglass.
"The hourglass counts a minute, and within that minute, notice what's happening around you."
After all, Angel put the talent ball in front of Little Sam.
Little Sam nodded solemnly, and solemnly placed his hand on the talent ball.
The talent ball immediately shone brightly, and in this halo, Little Sam saw out the window and suddenly put a face on...
The hourglass flips, and the one-minute countdown ends.
Angel glanced at Little Sam, and found that his pupils were shrinking and he was still immersed in a certain emotion, so he ignored him, but took back the talent ball and waited for his recovery.
"What did you see?" Angel asked when Little Sam's eyes regained light.
Little Sam's face was a little pale, and he choked his saliva: "I saw... there was a face next to the window."
"I seem to know her. She is my mother's sister, Mrs. Shira. She died of illness when I was very young. There is only one oil painting in the Xinghu Castle. Her appearance in front of the window is exactly the same as in the oil painting. recognize her."
When Angel heard this, he thought to himself: what he saw was a undead, and sure enough, little Sam was of the soul system.
"However, Mrs. Shira is a little different from the oil painting. She seems to have only the head of Mrs. Shira. I can vaguely see her body outside the window, which seems to be... a spider."
special soul? Angel was a little surprised. It seems that Little Sam is suitable for cultivating special souls in the future? This is in line with Nice's expectations for him.
Angel: "Anything else?"
Little Sam hesitated for a moment: "I seem to hear her voice, she is calling me to find her, her direction, over there."
Little Sam turned and pointed south.
Angel's eyes seemed to pass through the wall, looking to the south. Passing through grasslands and forests, his eyes saw a rolling mountain range.
"That's where we came from?"
Little Sam nodded: "Yes, my mother once told me that Mrs. Shira died in Star Lake Castle. I am a little doubtful, is Mrs. Shira's soul still in the vicinity of Star Lake Castle? She was in Tell me and let me go find her."
Angel pondered for a moment and shook his head gently: "Don't think too much, this is just a talent test, just to determine your specific talent."
"Also, I've seen Star Lake Castle, and there are no human-headed spider-body souls there. Neither undead nor undead."
When Little Sam heard this, although he hesitated in his heart, he still believed Angel's words.
"Your talent is indeed in the soul system. Your tutor will tell you in detail about the specific situation in the future." Angel patted Little Sam's shoulder: "You can go back, Yada is still waiting for you outside. "
Little Sam nodded his thanks to Angel, then left the room.
Angel looked back out the window after Little Sam left, lost in thought.
After pondering, he closed his eyes and went to the wilderness of dreams.
When he found Nice, he was sitting on the airship, heading to the new city address.
"Wizard Nice, are you planning to go to Xincheng to help?"
Nice nodded and sighed: "It was Lianna who asked me to help, but I really don't want to…"
After a pause, Ness looked at Angel: "You came to me, have you finished testing Little Sam's talent?"
Angel: "Yes, his mental strength is exactly 7 points. After taking the witch soup, he is now a gifted person."
After briefly explaining the situation of Little Sam, Angel talked about what Little Sam saw and heard in the talent test.
"Is the call he heard real?"
"It's the first time I've heard of this situation." Nice muttered: "However, the talent ball pulls the tester into a spiritual world, and what you hear, see, think, and think is true in that world. ."
"Maybe, that Mrs. Shira is really calling him."
"The soul of a human-headed spider is one of the common special souls in "Soul Records"... However, souls in this form are generally undead."
Angel: "You mean that Mrs. Shira is real, and the call is also real, but her call may be malicious to Little Sam."
Nice nodded: "Yes, this kind of special undead is said to have been betrayed by blood relatives and suffered great torture. It was formed in this kind of resentment. It is extremely murderous, especially for relatives."
"Unfortunately, although it is a special soul, it is an undead, and it is useless to me."
"However, the other party may have discovered Little Sam. As his blood relative, even if Little Sam doesn't go to her, she will probably find her."