The small village after the war smells of death and destruction everywhere. There is not a single intact building, not a single haystack that does not catch fire, and all the inhabitants have disappeared with the shouts of war, and once the scale of the war rises to the level of the nation or even the race, there will be no mercy in the war. Just as one wouldn't care about killing an ant that infested one's room, no one would feel guilty about slaughtering an alien colony in war. It was no longer a human being lying on the ground, but a few soulless pieces of flesh, and countless crows landed on every rooftop and fence of the village, and their eyes saw more food than their tiny brains could count.

Blood and water stirred together, and the color of each puddle was suspicious. The owner of the well-made leather shoes walked over the dirt roads covered with mud, and they didn't seem to care about the dirtiness of the expensive shoes. The strangers walking in the deserted village alarmed the crows who tasted the food, and when the gray-robed figure walked by, the greedy birds that gnawed on the carrion rose from the ground like black clouds.

The lonely figure seemed to be searching for something in the village, but he didn't seem to have any intention of rummaging through it, the man just walked slowly through the village, his eyes under the hood casually looked around, and he didn't feel the slightest discomfort at the terrible sight in the village. But no matter what this man was looking for, he would probably not be able to get a satisfactory answer in this small village that had been destroyed and had no possibility of repair. And he seems to be aware of that.

Just as the gray-robed man was about to leave the ruins and walk towards a carriage not far away, a slight noise attracted him. The Grey-robed Man was sure that the noise was not made by the crows, but what could be but the crows in this hellish place? whatever it was, it still gave the Grey-robed Man some hope, and he walked slowly to the place where the noise had come from, a well that looked to have been buried by debris.

Easily using his gloved hands to remove the heavy-looking debris from the well, the gray-robed man was obviously much more powerful than the average adult. In the process of removing the debris, the dust and debris that had been attached to the debris inevitably fell into the well below, and a cough that was obviously suppressed but failed let the gray-robed man know that he had found the right place. There is a child hidden in this well.

The sudden sunlight shining into the well made the child who had been hiding in the well very uncomfortable, and he used his hand that was not holding the rope of the well in front of his eyes. The child had black hair and yellowish skin that was different from most of the continent. All this made the gray-robed man sure that the child in front of him who escaped by hiding in the bucket should be the last orphan of this village.

With a final gesture of confirmation, the gray-robed man spoke to the little boy in the well in some of the local accents.

"Child, look at me. There seemed to be magic in his voice, and the boy in the well almost instinctively lowered the hand that was blocking his eyes at the Grey Man's words, and when his black eyes looked at the Grey Man, the corners of the Grey Man's mouth under the hood rose slightly. Very good, it seems that there is no problem with hearing and vision.

"Listen boy, you can say whatever I say next. If you could repeat exactly what I said, I'll get you out of the well and give you something to eat and drink, understand?" said the gray-robed man in an indifferent voice, and when he noticed that the boy's pupils contracted slightly at the mention of eating and drinking, he knew that the other man understood his words.

Then, the gray-robed man's mouth emitted a series of strange sounds of unknown meaning, which was obviously not the language he had just used, and in fact, most languages in the world did not arrange these tones and pitches in such a way, and these strange combinations made the pronunciation that was not difficult to pronounce alone become extremely difficult to pronounce in continuous use.

The boy listened hard to every syllable spoken by the man in the well, he no longer knew how long he had been hiding under the well, and now he was too hungry and tired to even climb up the rope. Therefore, the promise of the gray-robed man is undoubtedly the only way for him to continue to live. The gray-robed man's strange voice didn't last long, it was only about five seconds, but just memorizing the five seconds of pronunciation had already consumed most of the child's energy.

A few minutes later, just as the Grey-robed Man's patience was about to be worn away to the point of wondering if the child was mute, the boy from the well spoke. There were no superfluous prayers, no questions that would not be answered, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he began to repeat what the gray-robed man had just said. Perhaps because of thirst, no one knows how long the child had been hanging here, and his voice was extremely hoarse, and he even broke or lost his voice at some syllables. But the expression on the gray-robed man's face quickly changed from impatience to surprise, and then to ecstasy.

Because the kid recounted exactly what he had just said! The mystery is endless, and it is a great talent for an untrained magic apprentice to be able to repeat a third of the spell he just said at once, and this kid has perfectly retold it for the first time with this particular method of pronunciation. Suddenly, the gray-robed man felt that it was worthwhile to walk through most of the world alone and follow the prophecy to come here.

In this ecstasy, the gray-robed man lifted the barrel on which the child was sitting from the well in three or two clicks, and when he took the boy out of the barrel, he was even more cautious to the extreme, for fear of hurting the child's body. The gray-robed man didn't ask what the child's name was, or who else was in the family, because the moment the child was found by the gray-robed man, these things had nothing to do with him, he didn't need his previous name, and he didn't need those bloodline compatriots, from today on, he would be his first apprentice.

"Listen, boy," said the gray-robed man, after handing the boy the bag of water and the white bread of the clear spring, "from now on your name will be ......"

"Ahh His head ached excruciously, as if a group of drunken dwarven miners had been partying inside. This forced Cheese to close his eyes and squeeze his temples with both hands to dispel the pain.

"Hahaha, poor little fellow, don't you think your head hurts like a group of drunken dwarven miners have had a carnival in it?" a cheerful, old voice came from not far away from the mage.