When it was finally Renard's turn, there was a hint of coolness in the air, and the heavens and the earth had changed from bright to dim. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Reynard, who had already been in the first place, waited for several minutes, and the breeze that came from nowhere blew the dust at the door of the room into several strange three-dimensional patterns, Reynard began to unconsciously remember the idea of the drone swarm he saw when he started Lu Tianhao, and finally heard the long-awaited voice: "Next." ”

At the same time, a little girl walked out of the room with red eyes, as if she wanted to cry, but she didn't cry under the suppression of the spell. Renard knew that the little girl had failed too. He had seen five people with magical talents before—not that he had any anti-heaven divine sense or anything like that could see the results in the room, but that each of the successful ones couldn't help but shout out loud and celebrate. Of the five people, three are of the fire system, one is the water system, and one is the thunder system. Renard didn't know what kind of spell talent there was, but it seemed to be a bit of a third-rate fantasy novel that he had read in his previous life.

Renard walked into the room, a clean, orange-tiled room with no furnishings other than a few tables and four chairs. There were three crystal balls on the table, two of which were being held in the hands of two children with their eyes closed and solemn faces, and behind the table sat a middle-aged man in a black suit and a bowler hat.

The middle-aged man still had a book in his hand, the title of which Renard didn't recognize—he didn't yet recognize the words of the world. When the middle-aged man saw Renard come in, he pointed to the spare crystal ball: "Put your hand on, it comes with a detection spell, if you have the qualifications to become a mage, the crystal ball will react." Then he turned his gaze back to the book in his hand.

Renard sat down in front of the crystal ball, carefully put his hand on the crystal ball, the moment his hand touched, there was a bang in his brain, countless images flashed, what was it Renard seemed to see, but couldn't remember it at all, and then he felt his consciousness flying through the ground, flying up into space, flying between countless galaxies, but it seemed to pass through in a way he couldn't understand, and he came to a wonderful environment that could not be described in words:

There was a man in this environment, holding a book, silently watching Reynard's consciousness. Renard looked up, the person in front of him was extremely large, as if he was shrouded in mist, only his two eyes were very clear, and when he looked closely into the eyes of that person, he could feel that this person's eyes were also looking at him. Then, the book in the hand of the huge humanoid emitted a purple light, and in Renard's perception, the fog gradually dissipated, and he could see the person's face clearly: it was his previous life, it was Lu Tianhao!

With a violent shock in his mind, the vision in front of him shattered inch by inch like broken glass, and then dissipated like fine dust, turning into pitch black again. His consciousness seemed to be being pulled back quickly, and the book in the man's hand turned into a white light, flew with Renard's consciousness, and then entered his consciousness, and returned to his body together.

Renard's body opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a light gray mist in the crystal ball slowly swirling, and then something seemed to burst in the middle of the mist, quickly engulfing the mist, and then the entire crystal ball emitted a white light as bright but not dazzling as a small sun.

The man raised his head with a "huh?" and a smile appeared on his expressionless face: "Hey, light! Congratulations, little one, you have the potential to become a priest!"

Renard's mind had not yet recovered from the tremors, and he put down the crystal ball, and it took him five or six seconds to understand the message in that sentence before he looked up: "Priest, do you need to enter the temple?"

He had also seen pastors in this world, and around him, there was a church that was somewhat similar to the Christianity of the previous life. But the biggest difference between this church and the Christianity he had encountered in his previous life was that these priests could really cast magic!

People have injuries and can choose to go to a priest for treatment, but do pastors charge...... Renard silently converted his purchasing power in rice, and the cost of a high-level disease removal spell was enough for him to buy a house in a third-tier small city in his last life.

The middle-aged man smiled: "Temple?, well, it's very likely, but it's not absolute. The temple is not for everyone, and not for all priests to want to enter the temple. In short, now that you have the talent of the light department, you are qualified to go to the Academy of Magic for further study. Would you like to go?"

Renard nodded, his parents in this life were believers in the Cult of Truth, although they were only pan-believers, but the prayer activities that Renard participated in had made him realize the energy of this church. Since other roads don't work, it seems that taking the path of the god stick is also an option...... I just don't know how......

The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper: "Then, little guy, I have to register your information." Once you have registered, you can go home and wait for the notice, which should be delivered tomorrow. What's your name?"

After registering his name, address, parents, and other information, Renard left the room. He left with a calm face, and the children behind him seemed eager to know the outcome from his expressions, but he didn't cheer like the successful children in front of him, nor did he look as depressed as the children who failed. He could tell the children were curious, but now it seemed that a silence spell was looming over them, preventing them from speaking and asking.

All the way back to the door, it was almost dark, walked to the door and shouted a few times, Renard found his father in this life, Idikaren Carmel, he put on a cheerful smile: "Father, I have the talent of a light mage! They said that the notice will come tomorrow!"

Reynard smiled and replied, "Can I still lie to you, father?" Idykaren kept muttering: "Great, great......" Reynard looked up at the sky, and had to interrupt his father's joy: "Dad, is it time to go back?" Idykaren seemed to be confused now: "Oh, yes, go, I'll call your mother out, let's be happy today, go to the restaurant!"

In the evening, Idicarun was very drunk, and Renard and his mother Bonnie had a great effort to pull Idikaren home, and when he finally settled down, Reynard, who had been pretending to be happy for hours, lay down on the bed, and was in a daze for a while, to be honest, he really hadn't changed his state, and then he closed his eyes.

After overcoming all kinds of psychological turmoil, Renard finally fell asleep, and in his dream, he saw a book floating in front of him, a book that he could never forget, the culprit of his crossing: the Book of Death!