Austin had just turned fifteen, and with his second-order strength and second-order agility, he looked a little taller than ordinary people of his age, but his white face made him less like an anomaly.

Amos the Great created the Ability System, which divides abilities into four categories: combat, elemental, spiritual, and armament. And the basis of all abilities is the source force. When the children of the Bolton Dynasty were ten years old, the full-time priest of the Holy See turned on the source power, and then used the source power to impact the nodes, the first-order ability required two nodes, the second-order ability four, the third-order ability eight, and so on. Node impact can be done both through meditation and through combat. The latter turned out to be much more effective.

Crow is on the edge of the Apocalypse Defense District, the capital of the Bolton Dynasty, and is where Austin lived for nearly sixteen years. The reason for "near" is that Austin is an abandoned baby picked up by the mayor outside the town. Such teenagers are not uncommon in the small town of Crow, and Austin knows five of them, after all, Crow Town is close to the capital. There will always be some trouble after the nobles in the city cheat, and it has been the case since ancient times, and the people living at the bottom of the capital also have to pay for the prices in the capital that far exceed those in other towns, and the birth of a new life may collapse the already crumbling family, which makes the small towns around the capital become a place for new life to fend for itself- The gap between the rich and the poor has existed since ancient times, but some problems of the two classes may be solved in the same way, and I wonder if those nobles will feel that their position has been challenged after knowing about it.

Austin walked briskly down the road to the mayor's hut, with a deep gloom between his delicate eyebrows, and this demeanor was determined by his work - he was close to the big city, and he could always find a lucrative business, especially for someone like Austin.

The town of Crowe is small, but because of its proximity to the edge of the defense zone, the town's facilities are extremely strong, and a few residents have bulging waists, whether they are carrying melee axes or large-caliber single-shot shotguns. Beyond the defense zone is the wilderness, which contains countless wasteland beasts, as well as mobs completely out of the control of dynastic law. It was one of the common knowledge of the Bolton dynasty to go from one zone to another with at least one platoon of elite soldiers, or to have more than four orders of individual force. It can be seen that the small town of Crow on the edge of the defense zone is in danger all the time, whether it is a wild beast sneaking into the defense zone in the dark or a small mob that does not launch an attack, it is a very troublesome existence.

However, the fierce folk customs did not affect the respect of the townspeople for Austin, and he was only a half-grown teenager, and there were still people saluting him on the road. After becoming an Adept, status has nothing to do with age, only with the level of ability. Second-order strength and second-order agility are equivalent to opening up eight source force nodes, and if they are superimposed on a single ability, he can completely develop a third-order ability, which is rare among adults before the age of thirty in the town. This also has another meaning - in small places where there are no potions and no meditation time, the number of source power nodes is often proportional to the number of human lives under them.

Smoke slowly rises in the town, gradually climbing towards the clouds in the sky, but is soon blown away by the wind. Wherever they are, the lower and upper levels are always separated by invisible forces, which is the law of heaven and earth.

No matter how chaotic the times, dinner time is always warm and yes to the vast majority of people, but not true for Austin. He still has a job to do.

"Uncle Wolf," Austin pushed open the door to the mayor's cabin and cautiously stepped over the floor-strewn bottles, "what's the job this time?"

The mayor's name is Wolf, no one knows what his last name is, according to him, he was also abandoned by his parents since he was a child, he has been wandering in the wasteland, he has been a wasteland hunter, a mercenary, and finally recruited by the army at the age of thirty-five, he became a platoon commander in the outer army of the Red Tide Corps, and he was awarded the rank of knight for his meritorious service in the battle into the dark forest. In the end, he refused to stay in the army as an instructor and came to the small town of Crow to serve as the mayor for twenty years.

None of this was important to Austin, for whom Uncle Wolf was an old drunkard with a mouth full of interesting stories and the greatest benefactor in his life.

At over seventy years old, Wolf is still strong, and even if he only has two fourth-order martial arts abilities, he still lives much longer than the average person. After the development of the ability, most humans have broken through the life limit of more than 100 years old, but there are very few people who can live a good life.

Wolf struggled to get up from the deeply sunken cloth sofa and opened his hazy sleepy eyes: "Little cub, are you here, I feel the surging source power in your body, it seems that your next source power node is not far away...... Now you can make up two more, right?What are you going to develop in the next ability?The defense of the fighting department can be considered, and the spirit department can also try it, see if your talent ......" Wolf chattered while finding out of nowhere a bottle of bad wine, which may not taste good, but it is strong enough. Wolf turned the bottle upside down, grabbed the bottom of the bottle with his big hand and broke it with skillful force, and the bottom of the glass bottle was removed, but not a drop of wine was spilled.

This is no longer pure ability, but more of the use of power, and the understanding of power after thousands of tempers.

"Old Wolf!" Austin grew up with the mayor, and the use of that title proved that he was indeed a little annoyed.

"Hehe," Wolf touched his shiny bald head, pulled a note from under his buttocks, and placed it casually on the table, ignoring Austin's slightly twitching face, "Go to the tavern, find Old Bear, and bring Davix and Gwenny." ”

"It's troublesome, that stinky bear has so many masters, and it still needs to be recruited, and I still need to bring two of them?" Austin's brow furrowed.

Wolf suddenly appeared behind Austin, put his hands on Austin's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Do you know that you lose a lot of fun if you are so cautious? This is an operation of the Inquisition to find outside helpers, and the group of devils you know have some dirty work that they don't want to do themselves." ”

Austin didn't like to be touched, but he knew Wolf was trying to put him at ease, and he really couldn't avoid it.

"The people of the Inquisition are holy, and the devil is their opposite. ”

"Perhaps," Worf obviously didn't want to dwell on the issue, "Davisk has the second-order flame derivative ability, fire catapult, and the first-order psychic vision amplification, and Guwenny has a first-order freeze and second-order power, which will be a good helper for you." ”

"Maybe. Austin's brow softened, and he responded with Wolfe's words, which showed the playfulness of a young man.