Amon was treated with the highest courtesy in the troglodyte savage tribe, and lived alone in one of the largest and tallest grass huts in the village, and even Schrödinger had a soft grass nest with a leather mattress in it. While Amon was resting that night, Link, the patriarch of the tribe, and Medanzo, Amon's new friend, did not sleep, and the two discussed things privately in the big cave where the fire was lit.

Link: "Brother, ever since you came, I've been eating and drinking, and telling my people that you're a friend of the gods. If you are in danger, I will gather all the warriors of my clan to save you......"

Medanzo waved his hand: "Stop, stop, don't mention this stubble, I'll be angry as soon as you say it!

Link's application turned out to be a little shy, and he leaned over and whispered, "I promised to exchange all the horse leather steel produced by the tribe with you, and I also sent people to look around for the ancestral relics you mentioned. You promised me to gain the power of the gods with me after I found the ancestral ruins, but after several years, I am afraid that you know in your heart that it will be difficult to find. You took all the best iron billets in our clan, but you promised to exchange them......"

Medanzo interrupted him again: "Link, do you want to settle accounts with me? I didn't give you any less benefits, I owe you something to your tribe, just bring it together next time, when will I talk and not count?"

Link quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I didn't mean that, didn't you look for the ancestral ruins just to grasp the power given by the gods......? Obviously yes, why don't you ask him to teach you? If he agrees to teach you, and by the way, he will also ask for me, and we will already agree to learn together. ”

Medanzo was embarrassed to say that Amon met him by chance on the road, and he just saved his life, but he didn't want to lose face in front of Link, so he had to prevaricate: "Of course Amon taught me no problem, we have a lifelong friendship! But why should people teach you?"

Link said with a shy face: "I'm not begging you, I and you are also a lifelong friendship! If you agree to this matter, our tribe will ...... in the future" He stopped here, the implication was that there were benefits, and at the same time, he implied that Medanzo still owed the tribe something in exchange.

Medanzo was a little embarrassed, but he knew that in the outside world, divine arts could not be learned at will, only nobles were qualified after obtaining the permission of the temple, and no magician would teach these to the patriarch of a savage tribe. Doing so violated the oath made in the temple and was punishable severely.

While he was worried, he suddenly remembered Amon's intention, and said with an idea: "Let me tell you, Amon is here to find something, it is said that the gods have lost here, if you can send people to help him find it, maybe I will have a way to ask him to teach you how to master the power given by the gods." ”

Link looked happy, "What is the messenger of the gods looking for?"

Medanzo shirked: "I don't know either, but I can help you deliver a message, explain your thoughts clearly, and then you can ask Amon yourself." ”

Link quickly stood up and said, "Then you don't go quickly!"

Medanzo also stood up and spread his hands: "In the middle of the night, you can't let me disturb people empty-handed, right?"

Link nodded again and again: "I understand, there is still wine in the tribe, I will send someone to get it immediately." ”

Medanzo patted him on the shoulder: "Where did you hide all the wine as a patriarch? I'll go with you to get it." ”

Walking to the entrance of the cave, Medanzo asked again, as if intentionally or unintentionally: "Do you really think that Amon is the messenger of the gods?"

Link's expression was a little sly, "Didn't you say he was a sorcerer? I guess the ancestor you're looking for was also a sorcerer? Since the people here regard him as the messenger of the gods, then he is the messenger of the gods, isn't he?" After thinking about it, he added with a serious expression: "There is no doubt that this messenger of the gods has indeed mastered the power bestowed by the gods. ”

Mei Danzo pouted: "You still don't know what kind of gods people believe in!"

Link pointed behind him, "It's better than a fire, right?"

Medanzo was amused: "You can only say this to me, and you can't even mention it in front of the clansmen." ”

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Amon sat in the room meditating quietly, raised his hand, and a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him, and the bright light turned into a tongue of fire in the void, which was the fire elemental magic he had just begun to practice. Unlike when he first learned the water elemental arts, he was soon able to summon a flame without the help of a staff. If other second-level magicians saw Amon so easy, they would definitely be surprised to close their mouths.

Amon's staff is very powerful, and it makes a big difference whether you use it or not, and it is Amon's habit to master and familiarize yourself with the magic in the quickest way, and then practice and experience it in the most difficult way. The flames summoned in the void were quite funny, dancing like a shining villain, but Amon didn't dare to command the flames to dance at will, for fear of burning down other people's houses.

He looked at the flames and thought about his thoughts, the tribe was in a very high position, and if I remember correctly, he had come here and passed through the three clouds that circled the mountainside, which was exactly where the old madman had said he could stay. He needed to practice low-level magic on such a high mountain, and pay attention to the eastern sky.

Amon was still worried about where to settle down, and the food he brought with him was running out, so he didn't expect to meet such a tribe. There is good food, good drink, and good hospitality, and it is the most suitable to stay here to practice magic arts, and you don't have to go hunting by yourself and have to find a place to live. He had this idea in his heart, so he played that magic trick in front of the fire, thanks to the old madman's reminder.

At this moment, Medanzo's voice came from outside the house: "Venerable magician, have you rested? I am Medanzo, and I have come to bring you fine wine, and also a delicious barbecue for your cat." ”

Schrödinger jumped out of the grass nest with a skeletal body, and Amon flicked his fingers to extinguish the flames and shouted, "I haven't rested yet, come in." ”

Medanzo pushed open the door and entered, followed by two petite dwarves, one holding a clay pot and the other holding a wooden plate with sheet shale, fresh meat squeaking from the hot stones. The dwarves put down their things and withdrew, and Medanzo placed two stone cups on the planks, one empty and the other with animal fat and a hay stalk lit, the oldest candle and the most extravagant instrument of illumination in the tribe.

Amon was stunned: "In the middle of the night, did you come to me for a drink?"

Medanzo shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I am offering wine to the messenger of the gods on behalf of the people here. As he spoke, he picked up the clay pot and poured a glass of wine, which he respectfully placed in front of Amun.

Amon sniffed lightly and knew that the wine was not very good, although he did not drink often, but he had an alcoholic father in the family, and the wine that the merchants brought to Duk Town was good wine. Amon could tell the difference between good and bad wine by smell alone, but it was not easy to drink it among the trocaveman tribe in this high mountain.

Amon stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you, you can also sit down and drink together." ”

Medanzo hurriedly waved his hand: "Venerable magician, I should call you Lord outside the mountain, why are you embarrassed to drink at the same table with you?"

Amon smiled: "Isn't this in the dwarf tribe! You send wine and meat in the middle of the night, why am I embarrassed to let you watch me drink alone?"

Medanzo nodded and said, "Then I'll have a few drinks with you." He ran to the door again and shouted, "Bring me another cup!" Seeing this posture, he wanted to drink it himself, otherwise he would not have said "I'm sorry" but "no."

Amon told him to sit down and drink, and Medanzo was overjoyed, muttering to himself that his plan had a chance of success. This magician is very young, he looks like a teenager, he doesn't have the high-mindedness of the adults in the temple, he is very easy-going and easy to talk, and he doesn't seem to have a high status.

On the other hand, the fact that such a magician was sent to this place was clearly a form of punishment and banishment. It must have been the family's loss of power and offended some of the high priests in power, and it was not good to deal with him openly, but they found a reason to expel him from the temple and fend for himself. Find something in this mountain, where to find it!

In this case, his plan may not be successful. Link wanted to learn the arts, and Medanzo himself wanted to learn the arts, otherwise he wouldn't have ventured deep into the jungle to find the ruins of his ancestors. If you meet a magician under normal circumstances, it is impossible to teach him magic without permission. But here, Amon's appearance seems to be negotiable.

The two drank and chatted, and Medanzo talked about his experience intentionally or unintentionally-

Their ancestors were also illustrious, his great-grandfather was a priest and a sixth-level magician in the Maldok Temple in Barron City, and he was just one step away from becoming a great magician, but unfortunately he was injured in a war and escaped from the battlefield with a precious flying magic scroll in his hand. Perhaps because the scroll ran out of mana or was too badly wounded, Medanzo's great-ancestor fell deep in the mountain jungle near the Valley of the Youngbottom.

After the disappearance of his great-grandfather, the family almost went bankrupt and owed a huge debt. Just then, a stranger from afar rescued Medanzo's great-grandmother and grandfather. It was a hunter from Assyria who stumbled upon the body, relics, and suicide note of Medanzo's great-grandfather while hunting in the valley of the Eudea River.

The hunter buried his great-grandfather according to the contents of the suicide note and sent the relics to the city of Barron. These relics are very valuable, and just a staff inlaid with two divine stones is enough to pay off the debt. Later, although the orphan and widow kept the family domain, because he offended a noble local lord, Medanzo's grandfather grew up and was disqualified from inheriting the priesthood, on the grounds that he was not suitable for studying divine arts, and he was not awakened by the power of the gods during the ritual.

This is an excuse for the fact that there are people who are not magicians but still have nominal priesthood.

Anyway, it is not easy for orphans and widows to live a life, and needless to say, the history of the family's suffering, this is a declining, thinly numbered aristocratic family, which is almost forgotten in Barron. In Medanzo's generation, even the status of a nobleman was lost, and he was just an ordinary commoner. When people talk about the past, they even laugh at his grandfather for being useless, so that the descendants have fallen like this.

The hunter also relayed the last words of Medanzo's great-grandfather. It is said that the sixth-level magician fell into the deep valley and did not die on the spot, and prayed to the god Marduk for seven days and seven nights in pain and finally despaired, so he recorded all the magic he had learned in a cave, hoping that someone would find his body and bury him, and send his relics back to his hometown, and later the hunter fulfilled his last wish.

Medanzo said, observing Amun's face carefully, because an offense to the gods had already been involved, and his great-grandfather's actions were also contrary to the metaphor of the temple. But Amon did not get angry or scold him, his expression was solemn and he listened very seriously. Medanzo then cautiously continued-

As a child, Medanzo heard from his grandfather about his great-grandfather's legend, which was a family secret and could not be mentioned to outsiders. When he grew up, he had lost his qualification to learn divine arts, so he studied physical arts, and just after the age of twenty, he became a fourth-level warrior. But he has always been unwilling, and his wish and dream in life is to be able to learn divine arts.

This was not possible in Barron, no one would teach him, and it was against the law to practice magic in his capacity, and the teacher would be punished as well. Then Medanzo remembered the story of his great-grandfather, and if he found that place, he might be able to cultivate his own magic.

Thinking of a chance in case, the young Medanzo went deep into the mountains of the valley where the Barron and the Harti meet, trying to find the remains of his ancestors. But he didn't have a detailed map, only a general range that was almost impossible to find, but he was familiar with a dwarven tribe in the mountains.

Speaking of this, Medanzo explained with great trepidation: "Venerable magician, I regard you as a friend and you are also my savior, so I will confess such a secret to you. I don't mean to be a magician, my ancestors were magicians, and I should have inherited his position by law. However, he sacrificed his life for the country in the battle, but was ridiculed as a flight, and his descendants were also treated unfairly. My only purpose is to restore the glory of my ancestors, and at the same time prove that I am fully qualified to inherit it. ”

After speaking, he waited for a long time and didn't hear Amon make a sound, raised his head uneasily and glanced at it but was stunned, and after a while, he seemed to react suddenly, quickly stood up, took a few steps back, knelt down and said: "Oh my God, how can there be such a coincidence in the world? You are holding a token of Mr. Nietzsche!"

I saw Amon holding something in the candlelight, which was a small golden sign, with emblems on both sides, inscribed in cursive and knife script, like a seal and a temple nameplate. When Medanzo Chen told his family history just now, Amon had already determined Medanzo's identity, which was the descendant of the slain magician who was found in the Valley of the Youngbottom River more than a hundred years ago.

When the widow of the magician sent Nietzsche away, he specially created a gold medal for Nietzsche, and said that if there is anything in the future, he can send someone to find someone from his family with this brand. This sign later became a token of Nietzsche, and the old madman took it to various parts of the continent, and handed it to Amon the night before his farewell, so that Amon could keep it carefully, and it might be useful in the future.

More than a hundred years have passed, and Amon is not sure if Medanzo still knows the token, and whether the words spoken by the widow have been handed down. So he tentatively took out this brand, if Medanzo couldn't recognize it, he didn't want to mention it again, but Medanzo actually recognized it at a glance!

Amon stood up and said, "I'm not mistaken, you know Mr. Nietzsche's name, but why do you want to talk on your knees?"

Medanzo replied: "This is the legacy of our family, and Monsieur Nietzsche is the benefactor who saved our family, and it was he who selflessly sent the precious relics of our ancestors back to the city of Baren." Seeing this token is equivalent to seeing Mr. Nietzsche, and you must salute and help as much as possible. I have known the emblem on this token since I was a child, and I fantasized about meeting Monsieur Nietzsche himself or his descendants. ”

This is true, Medanzo knew that Nietzsche was a magician who practiced magic privately, and that his magic was obtained from his great-grandfather's suicide note, and that if he met Nietzsche, he might learn the magic left by his ancestors. - This is one of Medanzo's childhood fantasies, which is why I remember the emblem on this token very clearly.

Amon: "You didn't tell the whole truth, Monsieur Nietzsche was a magician, and you only said he was a hunter. ”

Medanzo hurriedly explained: "Yes, you also know that the identity of a magician cannot be disclosed, so I dare not reveal it in front of a noble magician like you. ...... May I ask you, Mr. Amun, how do you have a relic of Mr. Nietzsche?"

Medanzo took it for granted that Nietzsche was no longer alive, after all, it was more than a hundred years ago, and the Amon in front of him was either his descendant or his descendant, otherwise it would be impossible for him to take out this sign when he told this past, and he did not mention Nietzsche's name at all.

"This is indeed a token of Mr. Nietzsche, which he personally handed to me. It's such a coincidence that we're here!, but it's not for nothing that you came here in search of the remains of your ancestors, and I met you here. ...... Get up, let's keep drinking, and it's not for nothing that you suddenly told me about the intimate past of these families?" Amon walked over and pulled Medanzo up, and sat down at the humble wooden table.

Medanzo's face turned red with excitement, he clenched the stone wine glass in both hands, leaned forward and said, "Monsieur Nietzsche personally handed over the token to you? So he is still alive? He must already be a great magician! Can I meet Monsieur Nietzsche? Can you take me to him?" he asked a series of questions, and was a little incoherent with excitement.

Amon waved his hand and said, "Don't get excited, Medanzo, I'm afraid I can't take you to Mr. Nietzsche, or tell you where he is, your family's testament doesn't include this?...... You haven't answered my question just now, why did you suddenly come to me tonight to tell me about the secret past of the family?"

Medanzo came to his senses and remembered that the family's legacy was only to try to help those holding the tokens, rather than making all kinds of demands as soon as they met. He took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Actually, I want to learn divine art from you, and the reason why I want to meet Mr. Nietzsche is also because I want to learn divine magic. ...... May I ask Mr. Amon, are you also a ......?"

Amon stopped talking and said: "Do you want to ask me if I am also a magician? Mr. Nietzsche was a magician back then, but it does not mean that he will always be a magician, it is not difficult for a great magician to obtain the qualification of a magician, don't forget that more than a hundred years have passed." He didn't say whether he was a magician or not, and vaguely bypassed the question.

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