"What's going on with that little ghost's head?"

As soon as Colin pushed open the door of the church's vestibule, he saw the bandages and gauze on the head of the imp he brought back yesterday, and he turned his head to look at Princess Morwis who had been left yesterday: "Dear Margaret, can you help me?" ”

So the young lady added fuel to the vinegar and said the reason why Marin was wrapped in a headscarf on his head.

"You said that this boy took blood from that girl's tail, and the ignorant are really fearless." Colin shook his head, he felt that with the temper of the cat man, this kid had a life that was already a gift from God: "He must have been beaten." ”

"No, it was bitten." The young lady smiled and shook her head, signaling that Colin's guess did not come true.

"Biting, poof." The young head of Fort Carter almost didn't laugh out loud - Pansao feline hatchlings usually fight back when threatened, from picking up the guy next to them to doing it directly, and if the conditions allow, the use of the mouth is not unacceptable.

Of course, holding the head and gnawing is not a 'courtesy' that everyone can get, under normal circumstances, most of the people who can be held by the larvae are their relatives or friends, in the counterattack and doubt, the larvae will first bite back according to instinct, and then decide whether to bite the second bite or give up the follow-up attack according to the actual situation.

"Speaking of which, how did this little imp get his sister to forgive him?" Colin looked at the little ghost lying on his sister's lap with some curiosity, and the two children sat and lay on the sofa like that, which made Collin, who was an only son, a little envious.

"The interest advanced with the bonus and the third-party right to use the deposit card is a good brother in the true sense." The young lady replied.

"yes, a good brother." Colin smiled, and then walked to the little ghost in his eyes: "Marin, the surgical examination will start in half an hour, what kind of surgery do you want you to have a high affinity with." ”

………………

Ma Lin turned his head and looked at the person in charge in front of him, and the affinity of the technique he said was naturally the classification of various types of techniques made by professionals in this world.

First of all, in ancient times, there were six major categories of techniques, light and dark, wind and fire, water and earth.

Later, the spells were divided into blessings, curses, enhancements, moldings, supports, and protections according to their types.

Among them, blessing, enhancement and protection techniques are the most preserved in the church, curse and shaping spells are more common in guilds, and auxiliary spells are too common in both churches and guilds because they are too common.

To be honest, after confirming that he has the talent of immune mind control techniques, what Ma Lin hopes for most is to get the affinity between blessings and protection techniques - he can stack the thickest armor, he can be beaten the most viciously, and he has the qualifications to be a wave only if he has a life, and if his life is gone, he will naturally not move.

In the classification of the spells in this world, blessing and curse, strengthening and protecting, plastic energy and assistance are opposed, blessing and protection, strengthening and supporting, curse and plastic energy are corresponding, that is to say, if you obtain an affinity for one series of techniques, it must represent a non-affinity for another system of techniques.

Of course, Ma Lin doesn't dare to guarantee which system of surgery affinity he will be, and according to the introduction books he has read before, there will always be about seven unlucky people out of ten professionals who cannot use the technique, these people make up the entire middle and lower level of the professional system, and the remaining thirty percent, as long as the affinity is strong, the talent is outstanding, and the luck is good, most of them can survive to the end and become the middle and upper level in the system, or even the top level.

As a man, Ma Lin feels that it is better to have a little dream, after all, this world is so dangerous, and it is not comfortable to live as cannon fodder.

Of course, then again, no matter how dangerous it is, can there be a 40K world danger?

As soon as he thought of this, Marin felt that there was still some hope in life, if he was reincarnated in the realm of 40K, he would really cry like a fart who had been stepped on his toes - there were too many inhuman existences on the 40K side, so that the company commander who pulled out a smurf daddy was not necessarily a terrible existence that Marin could face.

It's still good here, steampunk, at a glance, it's all things with a sense of history, and all the words are all in Marin's books or with his own eyes.

Even the one that holds the Technique Affinity Test Elixir is the kind of thick and thick metal keg cup.

Isn't that too much?

When Marin thought so, Mr. Charge poured out a small cup from it and handed it to Marin: "It's bitter, do you need candy?" ”

What the hell, I'm an elite social animal in Greater China, and I still have bitter medicine that I can't drink?

With this thought in mind, Marlin threw his neck up and drank the potion.

Is...... Marin's face was about to crumple, this thing was more bitter than Yellow Lotus and Bitter Gall together, although he really hadn't drunk such a mixture, but the feeling of bitterness in his heart made Marin almost not vomit.

The medicine he drank since he was a child didn't make Marin want to vomit like this.

"It's very good, Marin, you didn't vomit after the first sip." The young lady felt on the side.

Marin turned his head to look at the young lady, a little confused why she said that.

"Hmm...... Normally, a child as young as you will vomit at least four or five times before he can get used to the taste, and this is the first time I've seen someone like you who doesn't react after taking a bite. Mr. in charge sighed as he put the small barrel cup in his hand on the table, "Come, stroke these stone slabs in turn, they will be able to detect your technique affinity." ”

Earlier, I just swallowed it!

Marin rolled his eyes.

"I've always wanted to mention to His Excellency the Archbishop that the name Test Slate is so popular that we should call it the Slab of Destiny as something that can change the fate of a child's life...... Wow......" The young lady looked at the red light emitted by the slate when Marin touched the first slate and sighed: "It's the affinity of the plastic energy system." ”

"According to the ten-point spectral measuring instrument, seven points, a good score, many professionals who are friendly to plastic energy do not have seven points in their lives, continue, Mr. Marin, your fate has changed, now let's see how many ups and downs fate has paved for you." Mr. in charge put down the face-covered measuring instrument that he had placed in front of his eyes.

Marin put his hand on the second stone slab, and there was no light: "There is no light." Marin had some regrets.

"Eight, the flames of ghostly energy are burning in my sight." But the man in charge on the side held up the measuring instrument and sighed: "Curse spell, my child, it seems that the church is not for you." ”

"But at least all the tests must be done." The young lady said in an encouraging tone: "Mr. Marin, come, continue." ”

Marceau put his hand on the third slate, and for a split second, Marin felt himself blooming, and there was a phantom of flowers on the slate.

"Adjunct Surgery...... Ninth? Putting down the all-metal measuring instrument, the person in charge looked dazed, he looked at Marin, and then turned his head to look at the young lady: "Maybe we need to replace a measuring instrument?" ”

So the test was interrupted, and Mr. in charge went to get back two new testers, in addition to one for him and his young sister, an old man with gray temples but no beard walked into the test room, and he lifted the instrument that was considered bad.

"Repeat the test of the third slate."

Marin repeated.

"Eight and a half minutes." Mr. Leng in charge is in place.

"Nine points." The young lady is full of trills.

"Nine points." The old man put down the measuring instrument: "Please continue, child." ”

Marin put his hand on the fourth slate.

"Protection, two points." This time, Mr. in charge was a little relieved: "It's finally normal." He sighed.

"Two and a half minutes." After the young lady finished speaking, she put down the instrument and looked at Mr. in charge.

"Two and a half cents, Colin, you have half a cent less than the instrument in your hand." The old man put down the instrument and looked at Mr. in charge.

It turns out that Mr. Kerin is called Colin.

But what does it mean to have two and a half points of protection, Marin pursed his mouth, and it seemed that there was no way to fold the heaviest armor.

"Go on, dear Mr. Marin." The person in charge, Colin, pouted.

So Marin put his hand on the fifth slate.

"Strengthening, one point?" Mr. Colin turned to look at his companion.

"It's a point." The young lady nodded.

"That's right, one point, it seems that our Mr. Marin is a bit biased, but in any case, seven points of plastic energy, eight points of curse and nine points of support are enough to make you a very powerful professional, congratulations, the child favored by fate." The old man smiled and nodded at Marin.

"So, do you need to do a final test?" Marin asked, looking at the old gentleman.

"Why not, at least we should fill all the spaces on this test paper, shouldn't we?" The old man replied with a smile.

So Marin withdrew his hand from the fifth slate, then looked at the last slab and pressed his hand up.

In an instant, a warm white light flooded the entire testing room, and before Marlin could realize, the white light was gone, and the stone slab on which his palm was pressed had cracked.

Mr. Colin, who was holding the tester, took a long time to put down the instrument in his hand, and he looked at the old man: "Is the slate broken?" ”

"Change the slate." The old man glanced at the instrument in his hand: "You go and get the slate yourself." ”

So Mr. Colin ran out as fast as he could.

And the young lady raised her hand at this time: "I think...... It's not like the slate is broken. ”

"Why?" The old man turned his head to look at her.

"Me, I fell yesterday and my knee hurts, and now it's better." After the young lady finished speaking, she looked at Marin with a hesitant expression: "This kid ...... Maybe it's really a child who is favored by fate. ”

The old man did not answer, nor did he refute, but only turned his head, moved his neck, and finally waited in silence for a new slate.

"This is a measuring slab used by professionals to withstand greater psionic energy." As he said this, he placed the slate in front of Marin, "Come, kid, try this." ”

Marin placed his hand on the new slate.

Once again, a warm light appeared in the testing chamber, this time the slate did not crack, and the glow lasted for about a minute before finally beginning to dissipate.

Mr. Colin put down the tester he was holding: "Ten ...... Very? ”

"Ten points." The old man put down the tester in his hand: "My teeth don't hurt anymore." ”

And the young lady put down the instrument: "Eight points of curse, ten points of blessing, what is this goddess...... What a ......" The young lady was a little stuck, thanks to Mr. Colin: "What a pamper." ”

"It's amazing what a kid you are, there are really geniuses in this world, and there are really lucky ones, and you are one of them." The old man looked at Marin: "Child, are you willing to learn from me?" ”

Marin thought for a moment, and finally nodded: "I feel very honored, may I ask your name, sir." ”

"Hoffmann Schellingdale, Archbishop of Fort Carter, you will be the last apprentice I will teach." The old man walked up to Marin, and he put his hand on top of Marin's head: "I will guide you to the path of goodness." ”

Wait a minute, it's obviously a steampunk 1840's medieval fantasy world, why did this atmosphere suddenly become titanium?