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The morning sun shines into the house, confirming the beauty of the day. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the fine dust flying in the sun, telling Clinois that the sun had risen for a while. The birdsong outside the window and the soft sound of the servants cleaning the house seemed to be as if the days were calm and nothing had happened in their lives.

Clinos walked into the dining room, where an exquisite breakfast was on the table.

Diana walked in and said helplessly: "You father and son are really getting more and more alike, especially when you get up in the morning." ”

"There are still a lot of gaps, and Dad hasn't gotten up yet. Klinus said sleepily looking at the two breakfasts on the table.

Max staggered into the room in disheveled clothes: "I only stayed up late for academics, unlike you who hold the chessboard and don't sleep." He yawned as he spoke.

"Is magic more complicated than chess?" asked Clinos.

"Of course, I don't know how many times more complicated it is. There are probably more mysteries in magic than the sand of Midagiel. Everything we know can be built with magic, when we really figure out how magic works. We can even create a world like God. Father said.

"Really, but it's so much trouble, I don't want to learn magic anymore. Clinos said dejectedly.

"And what are you going to do in the future?" the mother sat down.

"From now on, I will get up every day, eat, play, and finally go to bed at night. It's best that life never changes now. Klinus thought to himself.

Diana and Max burst out laughing, though it was a good idea.

"We mean when you grow up. Like us, you can be a mage, or an alchemist. What will you do?" explained the father.

"That's right, being part of society. What do you want to do, or what do you want to become?" the mother added.

"Then I'll be a good person, it must be easier. Clinos muttered.

"Quite the opposite, my child. Being a good person is arguably one of the hardest things in the world. Father said.

"Daddy, are you a good man?" asked Clinos.

Max White hesitated: "I can't be a good person anymore, but you still have a chance to be a good person or even greater." ”

Bang!!!

A second ago, outside the window, which was not covered by any dark clouds, a thunderclap fell. The lightning glare and illuminate the furnishings of the house. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was unusually terrifying, and the light seemed to stay for a long time, until this horror was vividly felt. When the thunder stopped, the room went dark. Icy shimmer replaced the bright sun, and a terrible shadow took over the room.

My parents are gone.

The food on the table was also gone.

Wait, there's a letter on the table.

The letters were worn out, and the yellowed letter paper, though painstakingly repaired with magic, was almost broken. The large and small stains on the stationery are the traces left by various reagents. There was not a word on it, and the pale space seemed to mock the recipient who could not see the handwriting. It's like a monster that has devoured the truth, grinning and trying to devour the whole world.

All thoughts stopped in front of this letter, in front of the phantom that devoured everything.

Is this a dream? yes, it's a dream...... Because the reality is much scarier than that......

In the cosy darkness, Klinos awoke in his bed and ended his last night at his mansion.

The mayor's mess has been cleaned up, and Clinos has made a formal apology. He also gave the mayor a pure gold apple, worth almost 600 gold coins. If you switch to the pre-war period, this item may only cost 200 gold. The long war made the empire have to forge currency to cope with the war and military expenses. Eventually, the Empire's gold reserves were depleted by the madness of coinage, and it had to invest in other metals. At the end of the Civil War, the gold content of gold coins was only a quarter of what it was before the war, and prices were also driven up by this inflation. Many companies were dragged down during the war, and private commerce was almost wiped out. Aware of this upheaval, Clinos stockpiled many goods of value, such as wine and jewelry, to survive the long war.

As promised, Clinos arrived at the South Gate of Canta early in the morning. Although he was never far from Kanta, the slightest excitement did not come from the bottom of his heart.

It's more like throwing away a tree that doesn't bear fruit, or leaving an empty city. Life is like a game, like a game of chess. People follow the rules and follow tracks that are narrower than a chessboard. Chess games can be calculated and predicted, and this game is no different. If you know it, learn from the valuable experience of those who came before you, and add a little patience, there is no reason to lose this game. What do you get by winning the game? What you are looking for is never one step closer.

Forget it, the time has come. I don't have to think about all these things, I have to walk the road to my feet, don't I? Besides, there are still people waiting for me. Ebner waved at Klinos in front of him, as if he was afraid of getting lost.

Klinus trotted to him: "Am I late?"

"No, it's exactly what we agreed to do. What are your plans, and where exactly are we going?"

"Oh, we just need to go out and walk around. Then the answer will naturally find us. Clinos said lightly.

"So where are we going?" said Ebner, still puzzled.

"Now is the time for the antelope to jump high. We want to make sure that the lion can see and be seen by every lion. I had been going around the tavern of Kanta the other day to ask for news of the Stick of Truth, and I was not shy about my words. Now the news may have reached the imperial capital, and the enemy is now taking measures. And where we're going, they can't guess. Because we don't know where we're going?" said Clinos, confidently.

"How are you going to go to a place you don't know about?

"Look at it, the next traveler who passes through this gate will pass with him. ”

Both agreed to the plan, and Kanta was as crowded as the shrine at Millworth. An almost utterly chaotic decision, no one would have guessed.

"Follow him?" asked Ebner.

"He didn't pack much, probably just a nearby countryman who went into the city to visit friends."

"And what about the other one? ”

"There were no tents, no self-defense, just going out to the countryside with my family. ”

After a while, a traveler caught the attention of the two. The man was not tall, only a teenager. But this was not reflected in the outfit, and the face was covered by a long black cloak. A pair of leather boots had worn badly, and the edges of the cloak had been splattered with mud. The man in black weaved his way through the crowd with light steps, avoiding the eyes of the guards. Even if a passer-by notices him, he doesn't know where he is in the next second. If it weren't for the two of them concentrating on the passing crowd, they wouldn't have found this suspicious man in black.

"Do you want to go with this man?" asked Ebner.

"Well, sneaky thieves? perfect. Clinos looked interested: "Let's follow him first, maybe this is the beginning of this incredible adventure." ”

The man in black walked out of the south gate of Kanta, still cleverly avoiding the gaze of the other man. The two quietly followed him, stopping in the chatting crowd from time to time, or pretending to buy roadside gadgets, keeping an unhurried distance from the man in black. The seemingly seamless tracking slowly attracted the attention of the man in black, and he began to adjust his forward speed. Forcing Klinos and Ebner to hurry up after him, but the man in black didn't look back to know the tail behind him.

Suddenly, the man in black deviated from the main road and rushed towards a path. Klinos and Ebner also chased after him. But what is puzzling is why the man in black is able to detect the stalker behind it. Could it be that he has eyes on the back of his head?

"What do you want to do?" the man in black jerked back, unsurprised by the two men who were following him.

Klinos was stunned for a moment, his voice clearly child's. But the thing with the long eyes behind it is clearly a kind of magic. It can't be that your tracking skills are too clumsy.

"Stealing a bunch of grapes, is it necessary to chase me so far? The man in black said and took out a bag from his bosom, although there were not only grapes in it, but also some small things such as fruit toys.

As they spoke, Klinos and Ebner realized that the child was not human. Of course, if someone is covered in fur, has a long beard around their mouth, and has erected ears that can turn around, I didn't say.

That's right, standing in front of him was an orc. Although the face of the cloak could not be seen clearly, the whiskers at the corners of the mouth could indicate that it was an orc in the form of a cat. Brown eyes swirled under the cloak, looking at Klinos and Ebner. This scene seems to be a child who has done something wrong and has been arrested, waiting for the adult's reprimand.

"I'll give you all back, don't call the guards, okay?" the little orc's words added to the atmosphere. After all, everyone has heard of the strictness of Kanta's laws and the impartiality of the people who act on their behalf. Looking at his eyes again, it seemed like he was about to cry, and he felt like he was one step away from the door of the Black Tower.

Ebner was about to explain the funny misunderstanding to the little fellow, but before he could speak, the burden that was still in the orc's hand flew into his face, and he held all the words back into his throat. When he came to his senses, the little orc had already run a long distance.

"Are we still chasing?" said Ebner with an embarrassed face, feeling that the burden he had suffered was very wronged, but the burden was very light and did not hurt.

"Take your time, I've left a trail on him, and now there's a mark behind him that's brighter than a lighthouse. So, when he slows down, we'll fly over to him. There's no need to save energy, we're not out of Kanta yet. Clinos said unhurriedly.

"Sounds like your style. ”

Flying is one of the essential spells for a mage, and if it's true, flying should be classified as a metamorphosis spell. In principle, it is to use magic to exert force on one's body and free oneself from the constraints of the earth. The constant consumption of Arcane can be overwhelming for many mages, and it can only be replenished under sunlight or starlight, and this recovery efficiency is not flattering. Therefore, the first task of the mage outside is to preserve the arcane energy, which will be consumed when necessary. While the use of the Bright Moon Stone, which can store arcane energy, can greatly improve the situation, no mage will exhaust himself and drive himself to a dead end.

The little orc ran a long way and stopped at the side of the road. Just as planned, Klinos and Ebner quickly found the location of the "lighthouse" using flying skills. But it's not a thief's den or a cave where treasure is hidden, it's a caravan that comes into view. At this time, the caravan was packing up, and the tents and kitchen utensils were all loaded onto the car.

Seeing two mages flying down from the sky attracted a lot of attention from the caravan. It didn't seem like many mages had fallen off their heads, all pointing and looking up. But soon Klinos and Ebner were standing in front of them, and the clockwork that seemed to be in the orange was not over.

Ebner didn't like people looking around him like this, because he didn't know what he should do.

Clinos spoke, "I believe someone here has lost something, and we came to return it. As he spoke, he took out the baggage he had just discarded.

One of the caravan knew the baggage, and seemed to know what was going on. Helplessly, he said: "If he caused you trouble, I sincerely apologize." After saying that, he bowed, I don't know if it was because of the respect for the mage or if I was really sorry. When he was done, he turned around and shouted, "Abel, stinky boy, you went out to make trouble for me again!"

The roar quickly pulled out the little orc who was hiding nearby, and by this time he had taken off his black cloak, a race that only appeared in book illustrations, and was now visible to the two of them. This orc named Abel, in the form of a cat, covered with yellow and white patterned fur, wearing coarse cloth clothes, dodged and walked this way.

The people around him were talking: This kid is stealing again, he always has nothing to do, and this time he provoked two mages.

"I'm sorry, my name is Krel, and I'm the leader and owner of this caravan. The troublesome boy was adopted by me, and his name was Abel. The man scratched the back of his head and said, "If I need any compensation, I am willing to bear it." ”

"It's okay, I'm not a lost owner or a guard. I don't think anyone will report these small items worth less than 1 silver coin, and it's a question of whether the stolen store will be found. ”

"That's right, but I'm still smiling. This kid's problem of stealing can't be fixed. Krell said.

"I think Abel must have a great background, not every orphanage can adopt an orc. Clinos asked with interest.

"This kid is really not ordinary, we were doing business in Tours 10 years ago. In order to avoid the war zone, we can only choose the trails in the mountains and forests. The sun was probably as high that morning as it is now, and we found Able in the pile of corpses. Abel, who was a baby at the time, was weak, but nothing serious. The corpses around were some bandits who had robbed houses, and there were no injuries on their bodies, and if they did, they were only injured by a fall when they were drunk. The only body with injuries was Abel's mother, who was hacked to death with a knife. Death is like a bandit venting his anger on her, and many of the wounds are caused after death. By the time we arrived, three days had passed, and the corpses of the bandits were smelling disgusting. ”

"Are you saying that in this case, little Abel not only survived, but also did not contract any plague. Clinos asked.

"What's more, this little cub has no scars left on his body. And those bandits don't have crows and flies on them, just let them go. At that time, we said that it was this kid's mother who died, and that he had become a resentful spirit to take revenge! We were afraid that if we left this kid alone, the corpse on the ground would be ourselves, and everyone would unanimously take him in. Speaking of which, Krell himself was still a little afraid.

Abel sighed secretly when he heard that they did not discuss their misdeeds and punishments. These two men are not Canta's agents, and they will not be in Morita prison themselves. But looking back, it was Krell who lied to himself that he would definitely go to jail for stealing here, which is really hateful and deceived again.

"That's a legend. Clinos sighed.

"It's just that this little cub is getting harder and harder to manage now, and he's always working against you. At the beginning, when he was caught stealing, he always looked at him as young, and he didn't steal anything valuable, so he gave snacks to children. Now that I have developed this bad problem, I can't get rid of it. I don't dare to be rough with him, who the knows that the ghost is still there, and now I don't know what to do with this little ghost. Krell looked at Abel and pleaded.

"I think he looks like a good boy. Abner said as he looked at Abel's evasive gaze.

"With all due respect, you should take a closer look. Krell said fiercely to Abel: "Abel, there is no dinner for you today! ”

Klinos paused and asked abruptly, "Mr. Krell, do you like dialectic?"

"What is dialectic?" said Krell, and many of the people present probably wanted to ask the question.

"Dialectics is to think that scholars like us who chew words and chew words can discuss the truth of things together and exchange different opinions, which will be very helpful in solving problems. When you figure out what you're facing, the answer isn't far off. If I could, I'd be happy to help you solve Abel's problem, which is the petty theft habit you just mentioned. Klinos said.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, as if having a disobedient child in the family was a common problem, and had never heard of anyone who could solve it, or rarely thought of going over to solve it. It seems that these people who study magic are really different from ordinary people.

"Well, if 'dialectic' can help me solve this kid's problem, then I love it to death. Although Krell did not quite understand the meaning of dialectic, he had no objection to solving Abel's problem. He turned to Abel and said, "Listen well this time, two wise mages will teach you that it doesn't happen every day." ”

"If you go to school with Klinos, this kind of thing really happens all the time. Ebner interjected, though he seemed to add nothing offensive to Krel's words.

"It is an honor to argue with such a wise man as you, so I will begin the first stage of the dialectic with certainty. What do you think is wrong with Abel?" and so Klinus began what he used to do, and looked contented. Something like this always excites Klinos.

Abel next to him looked disdainful, he had heard more preaching than the stars in the sky. However, it didn't work, and even I didn't know what kind of mentor or lesson could make my "troubled teenager" physically and mentally healthy. They always preach over and over again, so bored that they can count the peppercorns in their rice. It's all nonsense, and no matter how you listen to it, you can't hear anything.

"Of course it's a petty theft!" said Krell decisively.

"Yes, stealing is indeed an immoral and unconscionable malpractice. To make this question clearer, we can recall. In the beginning, Abel stole things. ”

"Why do you want to do that?" Krell didn't understand.

"Because we need to be more clear about the problems we're facing, and that's going to be helpful. Klinos explained.

Krell recalled, "Like I said, when I caught him stealing. I taught him a lesson, and went with him to the 'shop' that was patronized and apologized one by one. But Abel didn't steal anything of value, and the shopkeeper didn't pursue it. I didn't expect this to be good, almost every city where we do business, the small town Abel always has to sneak out some painless little things. ”

"Very well, now our problem is clearer. Klinos said.

"Really? Why didn't I find out. ”

"Thieves steal for the sake of unearned wealth. ”

"Everybody knows that. ”

"I don't think our Abel is stealing for anything valuable, is he?"

"This ...... This kid is cheap, and he has developed this bad problem, and now he can't change it if he wants to. Krell said.

"Yes, it sounds reasonable. A habit that we take for granted is hard to change, and sometimes our own bodies will direct us to do habits that we are not aware of. "We can do a thought experiment," says Klinos, "which means trying to imagine ourselves as closely as I described." ”

"You cultural people are really troublesome, and you will try your best. Krell could.

"It's okay, it's not going to be hard. Let's assume you have a habit of drinking a glass of water every morning. It's a perennial habit, but a new servant always pours you a glass of boiling water, which will burn you when you drink it at the time you are used to. Will you change your habits very quickly?"

“...... What's your point?" Krell knew he wouldn't be stupid enough to get burned one after another.

"If the habit is really not beneficial, and it is detrimental to one's own interests. I'm sure no one will stubbornly stick to it. Klinos said.

"Are you saying that Abel keeps stealing these things because he can get better benefits than being scolded?" said Ebner.

"Thanks to Ebner's straightforward explanation, now our problem is clear. What can Abel get from this bad problem? It can even be worth being scolded in the face. Klinos said.

"Are you justifying Abel's actions?" the rest of the caravan began to retort.

"Of course not, I would never defend an immoral crime. But we want to solve this problem, don't we? If you want to do the usual, you give Abel a good scolding and then a dinner. I guess that if it had worked, the situation today would not have arisen. Now let's put aside the traditional right and wrong and see what is the root of this contradiction, and if you will allow it, I would like to skip these questions. Let's peel aside layers of camouflage and confront the root cause of this contradiction. Clinos said calmly.

"I agree, I don't quite understand what you're saying, but please go on, Mr. Mage. Krell cheered, and the crowd around him prepared to hear the mage's answer.

If you agree with the situation I just described, then our answer is close at hand. Clinos said, "Abel's actions were done in order to get people's attention. If you've read some books, you'll find that this is a common mentality. ”

"Attention, where haven't we paid attention to him? Krell retorted.

"When will you teach Abel?" asked Clinos.

"Of course it's time for him to make a mistake," said Mr. Krell himself, ............ no longer the face to continue.

It seems that the results of the dialectic have come out. Abel on the side was dizzy when he heard it, but it seemed to make sense. Although I have never examined my own psychology, it seems that what he says is reasonable, and I can't raise any objections. Could it be that the person in front of him actually knows himself better than himself, which makes Abel reverent and curious.

Krell gathered his thoughts and asked, "If Abel wants to be noticed so much, why don't you do something to make us proud?"

"It always makes me happy to argue with people who are sensible and ask about the roots. Since Mr. Krell is so inquisitive, we might as well move on. It's just that it is always impolite, unfriendly, and despicable to dissect a person's heart. I hope to continue after asking for Abel's permission. ”

"I agree! I agree!" Abel didn't feel unfriendly, but wanted to hear what the mage had to say.

Klinus was in high spirits, and the crowd of onlookers dispersed a lot when they heard that the argument was going to continue.

Ebner had seen quite a few of such cases, and Clinos liked to analyze all things dialectically, and it should be said that he had a fanaticism for logic and truth, and he could make people dark when he had the opportunity. Although it is dialectic, in the end it has become a unilateral persuasion of Klinos, and only Abner can choke Klinos in this regard.

Ebner whispered to Abel, "Don't you think this kind of analysis and speculation about you is disrespectful?"

Abel thought for a moment and said, "No, I think it's interesting." ”

"I have a hunch that we're going to get along. Abner said.

Clinos talks to Krell about what he understands, and Krell also appreciates this way of talking between literati, that is, to bring everything that seems to be nonsense to the table, which is dialectic.

At this time, Clinos had already put his previous questions behind him and shared his own knowledge. From time to time, he was interrupted by other people's objections, which made Clinos even happier to use various examples to argue and explain. It took a while for Klinis to realize that he had not introduced himself rudely.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]