On the continent of Tamriel, the status of mages is generally higher than that of samurai, what is the reason for this situation? The powerful magical strength of mages is of course one thing, and the scarcity of mages is the second thing. The fundamental reason for the scarcity of magicians is that the cultivation of magic relies more on one's own talent than the cultivation of martial arts.

A warrior who cultivates martial arts can make up for it through diligent practice if his congenital physical condition is a little worse, and even if his comprehension of martial arts is a little worse, after a long period of imitation and training, he can become a samurai. However, if a person wants to become a magician, if the person has no magical talent, then even after a lifetime of hard work, he has no possibility of becoming a magician!

But according to the meaning of Aninotes's words, that is, you can learn magic without magical talent, so wouldn't it be a random person on the street who is a magician?

However, Aninotes' serious and firm tone made him feel that things were not as simple as he thought.

This little magician's way of thinking is very peculiar, and he often beats the drum to produce some magical things, maybe there really is some way!

Mihart grabbed his knife and fork and cut off a large piece of roast beef, as if it were his innately missing magical talent, and he looked at Aninotes expectantly, waiting for the little magician to explain further.

"Polestar Academy of Magic's magical talent test, do you remember?" asked Aninotes, holding up the upright root milk tea.

"Of course I do. Mihart replied, lost in memory.

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Founding of the Empire 1210 / First Seed Month / Day 6 / Friday

Polestar Academy of Magic, 2nd Floor, Magical Talent Testing Hall.

Little Michart was sitting at the stone table, and at the other end of the stone table was a Brighton wizard of about fifty years old, who held a quill and lazily squeezed two words out of his mouth: "Name." ”

"Mihat Amon, honorable Mr. Magician. Mikhat replied earnestly.

"Age. ”

"7 years old, respected Mr. Magician. ”

"Place of belonging. ”

"Winter Embrace, Honorable Mr. Magician. ”

"Race. ”

"Duo Seck, honorable Mr. Magician. ”

The "Venerable Magician" finally slowly raised his head, glanced at Mihart with some strange looks, and then slowly stretched out a finger, pointed to a crystal ball on the stone table, and said, "Hold it, child." ”

After receiving the magician's instructions, Mikhat stared at the small crystal ball on the table, and then trembled and stretched out his hands to hold it with a solemn face.

The crystal ball is transparent and cold to the touch, reflecting a mysterious light in the light of candlelight.

"Dear Mr. Magician, may I ask what I should do?"

"Remember, or imagine. Reminiscence, remembering all the things that have made you feel happy, sad, angry, wronged, embarrassed, fearful, or hateful, and imagining, all the things that might make you feel happy, sad, angry, aggrieved, embarrassed, fearful, or hateful. The magician's answer made Mihart a little embarrassed, but he closed his eyes tightly and followed the magician's instructions to dig into his inner world......

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Wake up in the morning, wipe the fuzzy moisture liquefied on the window glass, get dressed and go downstairs.

But my father was gone.

Mi, my father went south to Blackwater City. You can only come back after about half a month, and you have enough food and money left at home, so you have to take care of yourself, lock your doors and windows at night, and don't go out.

My father was left alone.

After reading the note, he looked at the milk and bread on the table, and his mouth was curled, and tears suddenly dripped down.

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It was getting late, and after dinner, I was a little irritable, and I ran alone to the Yinji Bridge that embraced the city in winter, looking at the frozen water of the White River under the bridge.

Let the wind and snow slowly roll on the bridge into the nose.

"Look who's here! It's the famous Mihat Amun!"

"Mihat, cast some magic and take a look! summon a monster to play with us. ”

"Don't mess with him, maybe he can do magic! maybe...... Maybe he was secretly born to some Brighton magician and his dead mother!"

"Hahahahahaha......ha

These bastards who bully too much!

His clenched fists trembled violently, and he screamed, desperately rushing up to fight with the children who were laughing at him.

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Wake up in the morning, wipe the fuzzy moisture liquefied on the window glass, get dressed and go downstairs.

The father came back and sat down at the table eating breakfast.

Four large bags of coins lay quietly on the corner of the table.

"Father, you're back!" was cheering, only to find that his father's arm was wrapped in a thick strip of cloth, the color of the crimson was clearly visible, and the cup was even trembling slightly in his hand.

"Well, it's back. Father replied with an unchanged face.

"Father, what the hell is going on! What the hell do you do?"

"Well, you don't understand it now, but you'll understand it later. It's just a small injury, and it will heal naturally in a few days. ”

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Mihart sighed to himself, opened his closed eyes, and was pleasantly surprised to find a faint colored light emanating from the center of the crystal ball in his hand! He was about to open his mouth to cheer, but a dazzling white light shot from the left.

Mihart turned his head to look and found that the white light was shot out of the crystal ball in the hand of the child next to him who was testing his magical talent, but the intensity of the light was a hundred times stronger than that in his own hand.

The eyes of the magician on the other side of the table were already full of regret that "it was so", and Mihart silently placed the crystal ball on the table and said, "Thank you, respected Mr. Magician. I already know the results. ”

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"Mikhat, Mihat, are you listening to me?" Agnites' voice pulled Mihart back to reality from his childhood memories. He looked up, blinked, and asked, "What? What did you say?"

Knowing that Mikhat was indulging in memories just now, Aninotes did not show any dissatisfaction, and smacked his lips and said, "Mihat, do you know how magicians perform magic?"

"Magicians use spells to mobilize the magical energy in their bodies and transform them into natural elements, life sources, physical forces, or various other magical powers to achieve the desired effect. And powerful magicians, when casting some extremely skilled magic, can even save the process of chanting spells because they are already extremely familiar with the flow and transformation of magical energy. Mishat replied without thinking.

Aninotes smiled and said, "Yes, that's true. So, Mihat, have you ever wondered where the magical energy in the magician's body comes from?"

"Magical energy must come from the magician himself. Magical energy belongs to the magician, and as the magician's personal ability grows, the more magical energy is stored in his body, so that he can pass the higher level of magic assessment. Mikhart thought for a moment and replied.

Aninotes said solemnly, "You're right, but not entirely accurate. Magical energy actually comes from the soul of a magician. Compared to a low-level magician, a high-level magician - aside from the mastery of spells and the experience accumulated in actual combat, just in terms of the gap in magical energy - it is not so much that he has more magical energy in his body and recovers faster, but that his soul is more powerful, or that his soul has a greater 'stock' and 'production'.

"Magicians generally specialize in a particular department of magic to bring it to a high level, and this requires a long period of contact and research. What I want to say is that in this long process of excellence, his soul has actually changed subtly, getting used to the energy required for the magic of that series, and adjusting the mode of 'producing' magical energy, and 'producing' magical energy, which more or less brings with him the magical attributes of that series!"

Mihat's heart moved, as if he had caught a trace of something, but he couldn't think through it for a while, he just leaned forward and said eagerly to Aninotes: "Go on!"

"The crystal ball used in the magical talent test hosted by the Polestar Academy of Magic is to echo the magical energy stored in the soul of the person being tested, radiating a corresponding intensity of light according to the strength of the echo, and this echo is most intense when the soul of the person being tested fluctuates, so we will be asked to recall or fantasize about the things that cause the soul to fluctuate.

"The purpose of this test is clear, and the effect is obvious, but in my opinion, it has great limitations! Because, the kind of crystal ball used to test magical energy only resonates with the purest magical energy, and the person who has the purest magical energy in his body will certainly know the depth after a try, but if the magical energy in the body of the tested person changes, then this crystal ball will have nothing to do!"

Listening to Aninotes's words, Mihart stood up from his chair with a "swish", and said tremblingly: "According to what you mean, if you think further, those high-level magicians in the Magic Guild who have one or even multiple magical attributes in their body have one or even more magical attributes in their bodies, if they go to the magic academy's magic talent test now, because the magical energy in their bodies is no longer pure, then ......."

"Then, the results of their magical talent test will also be low magical talent. "Agnoides lightly affirmed Mihart's inner guess!

Oh my God, how terrible it is!

A high-level magician who has studied magic all his life went to take a magic talent test at the lowest level, which was not even a magic assessment, and the result of the test was actually a low magic talent! At this time, I am afraid that all the magicians in the Tamriel Continent will begin to doubt the accuracy and rigor of this magic talent test! Further, that is to doubt the authority of the Polestar Magic Academy and even the Magic Guild......

Thinking of this, Mikhat's face couldn't help but be a little solemn, and when Aninotes saw it, he immediately understood, and hurriedly explained: "Of course, the possibility of this kind of thing happening is almost zero. First, a magician who has magical energy in his body has magical attributes, even if he only has one, then this magician is at least a high-level magician. And how could a magician who already has level 6 or even higher, as long as he is not crazy or stupid, run to take the magic talent test?"

It is true that since a magician is already practicing magic and has achieved certain achievements, he will naturally not take the magic talent test. It's like a murderous executioner, and it's impossible to worry about whether he has the strength to handle a giant axe.

Of course, Mihart understood this, and he nodded and asked, "What about the second?"

As if he was deliberately trying to test Mihart's patience, Aninotes picked up the spoon and unhurriedly made himself a bowl of flying mushroom soup, and continued: "Second, the people who go to take the magic talent test are all people who are not sure whether they have magical talent, they have not even been exposed to real magic, let alone have undergone long-term cultivation, and of course there will be no magical energy in their bodies with magical attributes attached. Therefore, this magical talent test is still very accurate and rigorous. Unless ......"

"Unless the person who goes to the test, without cultivating a certain system of magic for a long time, the magical energy in the body is no longer pure, but has magical attributes!" Mihart blurted out excitedly.

"That's what I'm trying to say, the Polestar Academy's magical talent test, strictly speaking, is not really a magical talent test, but a pure magical energy test. What are your test results?" asked Aninotes, taking a sip of the soup from her bowl.

Facing the disciple of the chief magician of the palace, Mishat was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "There is a little glimmer of light from the center of the crystal ball......"

In this way, there are two possibilities. First, that's what you've always thought you had of being a lowly magical talent, and second, that's my guess, your soul has the ability to 'produce' and 'store' magical energy, but it's just that your magical energy is born with magical attributes. "Agnoides summed up the main points of their conversation very well.

"So, what's the second possibility?" Mihart's eyes flickered with an almost fanatical light, and his lips even trembled slightly.

The last bite of the mushroom soup in the bowl disappeared into Aninotes's throat, and he put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, with a flash of regret in his eyes:

"From ancient times to the present, there is only one person. ”