"S......" Mick gasped, his fiery heart seemed to jump out of his chest: "So, I'm a god?"

"Have you ever seen such a useless god?"

Mick looked dumbfounded. yes, if I were a god, would I need to keep Andrea adrift?" Mick laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Don't be discouraged, Michael. You get so much more than you think. ”

"Really?" Mick was surprised.

Andrea nodded sincerely and explained: "Divine power is naturally more and more good for gods, but for ordinary people, it is more like poison, like using a wooden barrel to hold molten iron, and the wooden barrel has no other result than turning into ashes. ”

"What?, then why wasn't I burned to death by divine power?" Mick was shocked, not realizing that he had passed by death before he knew it.

"Because although the divine power is in you, it is not directly carried by you, and when you merge with the divine eye, your nascent personality creates a realm for you, which is completely yours, and the divine power is wrapped in that realm. ”

"Domain?"

"Realm is the hallmark of a Magister. When a magician's magic level reaches level ten, he can use his spiritual power to construct his own realm, which contains the magician's entire understanding of magic, and has various magical effects. Once the realm is constructed, the mage will officially become a magister. ”

Mick didn't seem to understand, blinked and asked, "So what is the purpose of my realm?"

"How do you think this world is different after you got the realm?"

Mick carefully recalled the changes in the past two days, and suddenly said in surprise: "I can see through the structure and origin of matter or energy!"

Andrea nodded, "Although I don't know your specific situation, your realm most likely has abilities similar to the eye of insight. ”

"The Eye of Insight?"

"Be able to see through all the appearances of the world and go straight to the source. ”

"Mike......" Andrea's voice suddenly became a little lonely.

"What?" Mick quieted down.

"The divine power in this world has been monopolized by various faith churches, and they will regard other forces with divine power as heretics, so the divine power gives you not only unique magic, but also unimaginable dangers for ordinary people. In the future, you have to be more careful, remember that you should never use your divine power directly until you are at the moment of life and death, let alone overdraw your divine power. ”

Mick wanted to say, "Since it's so dangerous, can you not go?"

But when this sentence came out, it became: "Then what should I do?"

"You can use a special method to convert your divine power into other powers, just like you did when you made magic scrolls.

After a long period of development, the magic on the continent has become very mature, forming countless disciplines such as magical mathematics, magical alchemy, magical pharmacy, magical medicine, magical engineering, and so on.

There are countless classes that have spawned from these disciplines, but one of them is a magical alchemist that suits you perfectly. You have the Eye of Insight given to you by the Realm, and the Divine Eye gives you a steady stream of transforming divine power, which is a talent that all alchemists dream of, and as long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to go far on this path. ”

"Magical Alchemist?, can I?" this was the first time Mick had heard the name Magical Alchemist, perhaps because it came from Andrea's mouth, Mick made the decision almost immediately, no matter what, he wanted to make a difference in this field.

"I'm leaving......" Andrea said.

"Hmm. Mick lowered his head.

"I'm really leaving......"

"Good ......"

"Goodbye, then......" Andrea's eyes flashed with a hint of inexplicable emotion, sighed, and turned to leave.

She walked a dozen steps when she suddenly heard Mick shouting, "Andrea, can we see each other again?"

Andrea hurriedly stopped and turned to look at Mick: "Don't worry, fate has its own arrangement." ”

"You really don't know how to read minds?" Mick asked aloud after a moment's thought.

Andrea shook her head, "It doesn't take magic to see people's hearts. ”

"If one day, I mean, if I do achieve something in the field of magic alchemy, will you come and congratulate me?"

Andrea nodded: "If you want me to come, I will." ”

Mick was silent for a moment, and finally shouted out his heart: "Actually, I hope you don't leave!"

Andrea was shocked, but shook her head with a smile and turned to walk into the night, a shallow smile on her lips.

"One day, I'll have the ability to protect you!"

Just as Andrea was about to disappear, Mick yelled with all her strength, and Andrea's body paused slightly, and then disappeared into the night.

Mick stared stunned as she disappeared in the direction and suddenly slapped himself hard.

Before dawn, Mick sneaked to the cemetery located in the suburbs, pried open the lid of the old viscount's coffin, took out a small wooden box from the empty coffin, carefully packed it into the baggage, and then hummed a small tune all the way to the south.

The unpleasant singing voice echoed in the night: "A man's ambition is in the distance, there are gold coins and girls I like, if you want to pick up the girl's clothes, you have to stun their father and mother with gold coins......"

"Bah, what is this word?

Amid Mick's cursing, the song paused for a moment, and then gradually began to rise again: "A man's ambition is in the distance, and there are gold coins and girls I like......"

At the first rays of morning light in Norristown, Mick embarks on a new journey with a small baggage. Later generations often referred to this day as "Bird Departure Day".

The Monastery of Snow Peaks, the northernmost stronghold of the Church of Light in the Ottoman Empire. In the early morning, when the priest Jürgen opened the door of the monastery as usual, he was surprised to find that the gate of the monastery was filled with holy knights in rich armor.

These knights have resolute faces, neat movements, radiant bodies and a strong aura that is hidden, and they are obviously the elite of the elite.

Urgen noticed that the more than 100 knights were wearing blood crosses on their chests, and immediately said in shock: "You are ...... Be...... Be...... Templar?"

"I'm Span, the Templar Guardian. The knight at the head took a slight step forward, his voice calm and firm.

"Ah, you're Lord Span, the Sword of Thunder?!" Urgen was shocked and immediately fell to his knees.

The Templar is one of the most powerful fighting forces of the Church of Light, and Span, the Sword of Thunder, is one of the three giants of the Templar, directly under the orders of His Majesty the Pope.

Seeing them in an inconspicuous place like the Snowy Peaks Monastery is about the same as witnessing the arrival of the Lord God.

"You and I serve the Supreme Father together, and Pastor Jürgen doesn't need to be polite. Spann led the knight behind him towards the monastery, and halfway there, he suddenly stopped and instructed the priest Ergen, "I need information on all the heretics and suspicious figures that have appeared here in the last six months. ”

"The whole of Federland?"

"No, it's the whole of the Terraar plateau. ”

While the Templars were stationed at the Snowy Peaks Monastery, Mick traveled south from the northern frontier of the empire to Snow Blue Castle, the capital of the province of Federland.

At this moment, he was standing in front of an old building on the outskirts of Snow Blue Castle, gazing excitedly at his hometown.

"Everything is exactly the same as I remember, Carl is still so lazy......" Mick smiled to himself.

After a while, the familiar sound of horses' hooves was heard in the small courtyard, and a knight rode a long-haired thin horse, humming a small tune carelessly, and stepped out of the courtyard gate.

It is said to be a knight, but it is actually a lift. Dressed in a brown linen shirt and with a short knife hanging from his waist, the man looked like an inferior mercenary, and could not have been a noble knight.

"Hey, Carl, we're finally meeting again!" Mick smiled and opened his arms, ready to give him a big hug.

However, as if he had not seen Mick at all, Karl naturally turned his horse's head and slowly returned to his small courtyard. Then came the sound of doors closing and locking. The swift movement made Mick wonder if Carl had taken him for a weasel stealing chickens.

Mick's smile froze on his face, and he said hatefully, "Hey, Carl, what are you doing here? Is this how you welcome your old friend?"

"Friend, I used to think of you as my best friend until you sold me to the Thieves' Society!"

Mick's face stiffened again, and then he laughed cheaply: "It's all in the past, why do you mention what he does?" Besides, it was a great famine, you ate too much, and you didn't work, if you didn't sell you, we would all starve to death." Don't you think we're all alive and well now?"

Carl hid in the small courtyard and sneered: "Hmph, you took the money and continued to spend all day and night, but I have been working as a coolie for three years, and I finally just redeemed myself, and I immediately met you again." Knowing you, I'm really eight lifetimes of blood mold!"

Listening to Carl's count, Rao is Mick's face is as thick as a city wall, and he can't help but blush.

"Karl, don't you want to hear what I'm here for?

Karl scoffed and said, "I don't listen, every time I meet you greedy, lustful, stupid, selfish guy, it's not good!"

"Carl, I'm a mage now, as long as you can accompany me to the Mage's Council for an appraisal, I'll promise to buy you a brand new purple-veined steel longsword. ”

Karl said disdainfully: "Your bloodline collapsed ten years ago, how can you become a magician? Listen, I, Carl, will never be ashamed of you to the Wizards' Council!"

"Oh, aren't you going?" Mick's smile grew thicker and thicker.

"Absolutely...... Right...... No...... Yes...... Go to !!"

An hour later, Carl and Mick were standing in front of one of the offices of the Council of Wizards.

"Are you really going to buy me a brand new purple steel longsword?" Karl asked uneasily.

"Of course!" Mick smiled as he pushed open the door to the office.

There were seven or eight people in the office gathered around a desk, and the middle-aged man behind the desk, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, was explaining something to them.

Seeing Mick walk into the office, the middle-aged man pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked mechanically, "I'm Master Rag of the Wizards' Council of Federland, what's the matter with you?"

Mick smiled cheaply, gave a standard aristocratic salute to Master Rag, and said without humility or arrogance: "Hello Dear Master Rag, I am Viscount Beckman of Norristown, and I am here this time to conduct a magical alchemist assessment. ”

As soon as Mick's voice fell, the entire office fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared at Mick in disbelief, and Master Rag had a strange look on his face.

Five seconds later, the silent office erupted in bursts of earth-shattering laughter.

"Hahaha, it's a guy who can't do it again!"

"Judging by that hillbilly's virtues, he also wants to be a magic alchemist?"

"I think he's probably crazy about money, hahahaha......"

Mick looked at himself inexplicably, although he was indeed dressed a little dirty...... Well, compared to the people in this office, I'm really dirty, but it doesn't make them laugh like this, right?

Just when Mick was puzzled, a domineering voice suddenly came from outside the office: "Where is the hillbilly? What is the virtue of not peeing on yourself before daydreaming?"

Mick was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, and saw a handsome aristocratic young man enter the office, and the people who had been surrounding Master Rag immediately gathered around him, and they all showed flattering smiles.

"Young Master Pecki, of course you are the winner of this assessment, that hillbilly may not even know magic, how can it be your opponent?"

"Yes, yes, Young Master Pecky, the quota for studying with Master Thomas for one month must be yours, and others are also worthy?"

"It's really dirty to compare your hands to him, you can beat him with a single spell!"

The crowd complimented Peggy.

Peggy snorted coldly, walked up to Mick with his nostrils back, tapped a finger heavily on Mick's chest, and said contemptuously: "Hillbilly, you get out now, I can act as if nothing happened, otherwise don't blame me for letting you crawl out for a while!"