"I ...... It shouldn't be your enemy. Wright responded, raising his hands to indicate that he was not carrying any weapons.

"If you say it's an enemy, you don't count, I don't count if I say it. I don't know the admission ticket to the Holy Flame Guild, but now, I want to see your qualifications, or your sincerity. The middle-aged man said, his footsteps moved quickly, and in three or two steps, he teleported in front of Wright.

Along with his footsteps was the long-barreled rifle.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the common equipment of the hunters of the Avantley Empire, and their marksmanship is fast and accurate, and it seems that they can't fight hard.

Wright thought, not daring to act rashly, just looking at the man in front of him, waiting for his request.

"Badges. The man said, a cigarette from the town of Shamonta in the corner of his mouth.

"What?" Wright asked again, not reacting for a moment.

"Badge, the badge of the Holy Flame Guild. Our guild only invites people to join, and no one has ever been able to join on their own initiative. The Flame Guild's badge is the one carved with the flame and snowflake motifs, you, oh," the man looked at the badge pinned to Wright's chest, his face visibly softened, "That's it." Anyway, your kid is new, no wonder you don't know the rules. Forget it, there aren't many people who understand the rules now, but I still have to advise you. ”

"What?" Wright asked, a flash of relief on his face, and lowered his raised hands from the top of his head.

"Next time don't come from the back of the church, that's the way it was more than a hundred years ago. It seems that the people who let you come here are not often here chapters. At the back of the church there is an abandoned building, Gothic style, and I think you should go and look at it more. Well, even though you have our badge, it looks like it's real, and there's no sign of forgery. But to enter through this door, you have to pass a small test. The man said, instantly lowering the rifle and placing his right hand in the depths of Wright's chest briefly.

Immediately after, a crimson demonic power floated out of his hand, like smoke, and headed straight for Wright's badge.

Airplanes!

A deep blue glow flashed across Wright's chest.

"Dark blue? The man's brow furrowed, and he squinted at Wright again.

"What does the dark blue mean?" Wright looked puzzled.

Could it be that the difference in light will still affect the qualifications to enter the Saint Flame Guild? I'm just here to study some mysterious things, to remember what I've seen, and to find out a little trace of the dragon clan by the way. Wouldn't that be a joke if that turned me away?

"I'd better introduce you to some basic common sense first. The man's voice interrupted Wright's thoughts, "I shouldn't go into detail about the five attributes of the demonic source power in the continent. I think you've been to college, so you're probably not unfamiliar with that, even though it's such an era of steam. ”

"That's, big ...... Uncle, can I interrupt you? I haven't heard of your name since you pointed a gun at me just now. Just ask questions and pretend to be mysterious, should I believe you or not. Wright felt a little unpleasant.

"Haha. Yes, you kid was the first to ask for my name. Of course, my name is not a mysterious thing, unlike your investigation and research. You can choose to remember or not, and none of this will affect my place in your life. Nick Det, I'm also a member of the third largest family in our empire. Although the status of the third largest family is not different from not. Nick laughed awkwardly.

"Mr. Nick, may I call it that?" Wright tried to address him more politely.

"There's no need for that, just call me Uncle Nick. I am a hunter of the Empire, and although I have retired, I have not yet been able to reach the heights of the intellectual of the Empire. By the way, I suggest we continue with the topic. ”

"Yes, continue with the topic just now. I'm still in a bit of a hurry to get in. Wright smiled sheepishly.

"Forget it, I forgot all the things I thought about just now, so let's start with the most important thing. Nick said, smiling sheepishly.

At this time, Wright's heart felt like he had been trampled by a group of alpacas, which was very unpleasant, but after all, the person in front of him controlled the key to whether he could enter the Holy Flame Guild, and he couldn't say anything.

"The branch of the Holy Flame Guild in the capital city actually doesn't have the requirement of the type of magic source power. In other words, any magical source can enter and have a place. But the needs of branches vary from city to city. Although most cities are based on water systems, our side still has more intersections with the south, so what we need is a raging fire. Just now," Nick said, pointing to Wright's chest:

"I've poured demonic power into your badge. This is a starting point for testing, and it reflects the true nature of your magical power. Of course, it may be the attribute of the part of the magic source power that you have the most. Unfortunately, you're a water demonic power, so maybe you can join it by going to a city further north. Nick said, waving his hand regretfully and looking at Wright.

"Do you need the magic power of the flame?" Wright asked, a little unwillingly.

"Yes, if you can show a little bit of fire, then you can get a ticket here. If you really have that power, I'd like you to test it again. By the way, I see a lot of qualities in you, not just one, but none of the other people who come here have. Nick said, looking at Wright, and then turning his gaze to the side, but instead of leaving, he was pacing in place smoking a cigarette, as if waiting for the young man in front of him to bring him some miracle.

Flames, water sources?

Wright's spirit was like an electric shock, and he suddenly remembered what Dax had said to him in his dream last night.

Did I pass some kind of test?

As if he said that my magic source power can switch between the five basic forms at will, right?

So, how about trying?

Thinking of this, Wright clenched his hands into fists and used his spiritual power to feel the fluctuations of the demonic source power as much as possible.

A flash of white light flashed for a moment, and Wright saw a shocking picture.

He seemed to be standing on top of a snowy wasteland, with endless snow in the distance and a blue picture in the sky.

Immediately after, he felt the ground that had been flat begin to shake incessantly, making him unsteady under the violent shaking.

"What is this?" Wright wondered, gazing as far as he could, at the deep blue waters that gushed out from beneath the shattered snow.

Is it the origin of the water system's demonic power?

Or does it mean that this kind of magical power comes from the depths of the ocean?

The beginning of life, the end of reincarnation, seems to be the end of mankind's exploration of various unsolved mysteries.

Wright thought, reaching out to touch the cracks in the snow on the ground, and the brilliant water.

However, as if grabbed by some mysterious force, the sea pulled in all directions, along with the ground on which Wright was standing.

"Flames?" Wright looked incredulously at everything in the abyss ahead.

As his body lost its balance and fell into the crack, he felt everything in front of him glow red.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been transferred from the cold and cold lair to the hardest steel furnace of the Empire, although Wright had also visited the steel mills in the capital many times, but most of them were for the Imperial army to procure weapons.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Wright seemed to hear a deep sound coming from the red purgatory where he was falling.

"Wake up, I can't explain what happened to you here. ”

With the voice, the redness in Wright's eyes turned into a thick fog, and then gradually faded, disappearing from the depths of his vision.

"Hey!" Nick's voice came again, and by the way, he was shaking Wright's not very strong body with his hands.

"Ah, me, did I just dream?" Wright looked straight ahead with a look of incredulity.

It was two or three seconds before Wright began to gasp for air after finally getting used to the environment in front of him.

It's like you've experienced some strenuous exercise.

"Your spirit looks a little trance-like. If you're a magician, I suggest you get your spirits checked. Magical powers can be fascinating at times, and have the potential to channel your spirit into illusions. If you get lost in the illusion, you will become a walking corpse. You may have a chance to become a vessel for the ancient gods, but you will never be you again. Nick said with a cautious expression.

"I, I know. Wright nodded.

But when he thought of what Dax had told him about the transformation of his magical powers, and what he had just seen about the illusion, he still wanted to try again.

However, this kind of attempt needs to add a little rhetoric, after all, I can't say that I will convert the attribute of the magic source force. Exposing some key abilities too early will make you passive in the future.

Wright thought for a moment, organized the language, and said:

"I seem to have tried to connect with the demonic power related to the flames, and it should be some remnant shadow in my body. I wanted to try my best and see if I could meet the requirements here. After all, one of my topics has to do with something mysterious, and the person who introduced me here wants to see me get here. ”

"There's nothing wrong with this, a little bit of strength is enough. But only if there is one thing. Many magicians can't master both abilities, and even if they have a few talents, they can only master them for a little longer. Still, I'd like to see a miracle. ”

Nick said, pointing his finger again at the badge on Wright's chest.

and poured a trace of demonic power inside.

"Flames!" Nick was shocked.

Wright's chest was surging with bright red light at this time, and this type of light seemed to be a combination of blood and flame, or a superposition of the power of the two. He had seen so many people cultivating demonic power, but he had never seen such a pure and powerful flame.

"I think you have what it takes. With this, no one will stop you next time. By the way, the president of our chapter is working underground today. I advise you to go and meet him. Nick said, taking Wright's hand and walking straight through a small inconspicuous door.

He didn't want to give up on this "genius" magician.

Wright isn't a magician, though.

......

The Holy Flame Guild, five basement floors.

The guild leader, Vol, was frowning as he sat in the room with a sad face, decorated with mahogany furniture and bright colors.

He clutched a black cane, his eyes showing a hint of disappointment and anger.

Syllable!

He gritted his teeth and slammed his hand on the rectangular mahogany table.

After sighing, he opened the black notebook on the side, took out a blue pen, lifted his glasses, and then turned one of the pages, and quickly wrote a few words with emotions in the words of the Flame Empire:

"The long night doesn't seem to pass, and the flame of light is unattended. It is difficult to get light in the long night, and only the remaining flame is the power to break through the shackles. Maybe it's a moment, maybe it's an eternity. ”