An autumn in the year 1004 of the Mandala calendar.

The sun is rising and the sun is shining. It was late autumn, and there was a slight chill in the morning breeze.

Today's Nanyun City is particularly lively, because an extremely special guest has come to the imperial capital, a high-level magician.

According to the custom of the New Delhi Empire, every two years, the imperial capital would send people to search for warriors, knights, and magicians throughout the empire. And the empire also has a clear rule on the age of these reserve talents: between the ages of ten and fourteen.

A month ago, several sturdy teenagers in Nanyun City had been taken away by the selection officials of the Warrior Regiment and the Knight Order.

The children who were not selected could only hope for the selection of magicians this time. Mages are extremely lethal on the battlefield, so they have always been highly regarded in the Empire.

However, magicians have extremely high requirements for magical perception and mental power, resulting in a small number of people who meet the requirements.

Because of this, the Empire attaches great importance to every selection of magicians.

Early this morning, the square of Nanyun City has been seen by the people, and everyone is very curious, this time the magician selection, whose lucky person will be selected.

Among this group of children, the most promising is the young master of Baron Monchi's family, Monchi D. Ace.

Ace has been extremely smart since he was a child, he has been following a junior magician in Nanyun City to learn the theoretical knowledge of magic, and the knowledge is extremely fast, it can be said that he can understand it at a glance and never forget it.

It's just that the empire has a clear rule that no one is allowed to use magic privately before entering the magic academy to formally study magic. If it weren't for that, Ace would have been a qualified magician at this time.

This is something that is recognized by almost the entire Nanyun City.

In that magician selection two years ago, Ace missed out due to his illness and inability to attend. This time, it was already Ace's last chance, because he was thirteen years old this year.

In this selection, Ace was the finale and the last to appear.

I saw that his face was slightly pale, he looked very delicate, but his eyes revealed perseverance, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations on his angular face.

He stood in the middle of the crowd, looking as if he was not protected by the crowd, as if a slightly stronger wind could blow him away.

In the eyes of everyone, Ace slowly walked to the table in front of him. Prior to this, two children had successfully completed the magic test and were qualified to practice magic.

I saw that on the long table, from left to right, there were five magic stones of different colors.

At this time, he was very nervous inside, and his rapid breathing and accelerated heartbeat proved this.

Ace picked up the first red flame magic stone first, and he gently held it in the palm of his hand, but the red magic stone did not change at all.

It stands to reason that if Ace had the talent to practice fire magic, the flame magic stone at this time should emit a bright light. But it was clear that fire magic wasn't for him.

There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

This was followed by a white wind magic stone, unchanged; The blue water magic stone is still unchanged; After that, there is a gray earth-type magic stone, which is still unchanged.

"Ahh It turns out that Young Master Ace, like his mother, is about to become a Holy Light magician! The onlookers couldn't help but exclaim.

You must know that Monchi-D-Ace's mother was once a Holy Light Magister, and it can be said that she has achieved brilliant achievements, which have made countless people admire and be in awe.

It's just that in the battle to slay the dragon twelve years ago, this great magister unfortunately died heroically, and many people feel extremely sorry for this.

At this time, Ace was already sweating profusely, and his palm slowly stretched out to the last golden holy light magic stone.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... The beautiful golden magic stone still didn't react.

I don't know how long it took, someone in the crowd finally shouted: "Look, he is a Muggle, it turns out that the young master of the Monchi family is a Muggle who can't be a magician."

"Oh my God, you know, our Baron is a famous paladin, and the Baroness was once a light magister! How could they have given birth to such a good-for-nothing son! ”

"In such an aristocratic family, the son can't become a warrior, a knight, or a magician, that should bring shame to the entire family!"

With the first exclamation, the crowd exploded all at once, because no one expected that Young Master Ace, who they had high hopes for, turned out to be a "Muggle"!

What is a "Muggle"? "Muggles" are ordinary people who cannot become warriors, knights, or wizards.

Ace stared blankly at the last magic stone in his hand, not saying a word.

Shock and unwillingness, guilt and shame, all kinds of emotions are intertwined, making him stand there and overwhelmed.

At this time, hearing all kinds of discussions around him, Monchi D. Ace could only bury his head in it.

At this time, he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into. I have high hopes from everyone, but I can only be an ordinary person!

A sour and humiliating feeling came up, tears kept rolling in his eyes, and Ace finally let go of the Holy Light Demon Stone in his hand.

"Why am I so useless, do I really want to spend this life in such an ordinary way? Can it only be like those self-depraved nobles in the city, gnawing on everything that their ancestors exchanged for their blood and military exploits? ”

Thinking of this, Ace couldn't help but clench his hands again, and then fell down with a low sob, his fists slammed on the ground, and the blood quickly stained his hands red.

With sighs, discussions, and whispered ridicule, the crowd dispersed.

And the magician who came all the way from the imperial capital also shook his head helplessly, it seems that there will be Muggles among the nobles who can't serve the empire, it's a pity.

In the end, he only dropped one sentence: "The two children who passed the test just now should pay attention, three days later, in the early morning, a knight escort will come to pick them up, and you must not be late then." ”

With that, the haughty High Magician sat down on an extremely majestic eagle and left without looking back.

Ace was still lying on the ground, crying quietly, he didn't want to believe that what had just happened was true.

At this moment, a pair of big hands gently placed on Ace's shoulders, and a kind voice sounded: "Child, it's okay, even if you can't become a magician, you can still become another great profession in the Mandala Continent." ”

When Ace heard this, the grievance in his heart reached its peak, and he threw himself directly into his father's arms, letting tears continue to gush out.

His father, a great paladin, Monchi-D-Kamikaze, could only caress his son's back at this time and whispered comfortingly: "Son, no matter what your achievements are in the future, you will always be the best son in my heart!" ”

Ace forcibly controlled his almost broken emotions, and said intermittently: "But father, I... I don't want to be a liability, I don't want to... I don't want to be a shame for the Monchi family! ”

Kamikaze said softly: "There are so many great people in our Mandala Empire, not all of them are warriors, knights or magicians, there are many masters of different professions. Such as blacksmiths, alchemists, and so on. So we should not lose hope for the future, and we must face all difficulties bravely. ”

Seeing that his son still hadn't eased up, Kamikaze couldn't help but tone a little stern: "Child, you have to understand a truth, tears will never solve the problem. Only by standing up bravely and solving problems with actions is a real man! You know, if your mother were still alive, she wouldn't want to see such a weak son. ”

As soon as he heard the word "mother", Ace quickly stopped sobbing, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, took a deep breath, and said with a little choked: "Then what should I do now?" ”

Could it be that all the magical knowledge he has learned over the years has been in vain?