Mage's Secret

Traphael slept deeply, and all the injuries and humiliations he had suffered, along with the pain in his body, appeared in his dreams.

Kathy and Geoffrey appeared before his eyes, and then disappeared in the flames.Surrounded by darkness as dense as ink, he cried out and cried bitterly, but he could only be dragged into a deeper darkness.

He feared it all, and hated it all.But he couldn't help himself and couldn't resist, and his heart was filled with unwillingness and despair with resentment.

Just then he felt a pair of hands gently caressing his forehead, and he heard a quiet voice whispering in his ear: "Don't be afraid anymore, I will save you."

So he stretched out his hands into the void, crying, "Help me!"

Like a response to his pleading for help, his outstretched hands were tightly held, and the warmth from those dry and warm palms gave him a sliver of hope, and also gave him the feeling of being in that piece of sticky silk thread. The courage to struggle in the darkness tightly wrapped around him, finally he saw the light.

He woke up.

There was a blurry figure in his vision, and his hands were held, so he blinked hard to squeeze away the tears from his eyes.His vision became clear, and the person in front of him was the man he saw before falling asleep.

"You didn't sleep well," the man said, affirmatively, with a look of pity in his clear blue eyes.

Traphael looked around in confusion. It was a low, dilapidated stone house. The ceiling was covered with cobwebs, which didn't look like it was inhabited, but the smell of food was wafting in the room.The bed he was lying on was covered with thick straw, and the quilt covering his body didn't have any musty smell.The man sat beside him clasping his hands, and beside him was a table with a broken leg, which was pushed against the wall for balance, and there was nothing else in the room.

"You are seriously injured, but they are all flesh wounds. I have given you medicine, and I think you need some food now." The man let go of him as he spoke, and picked up a broken leg from the table. The bowl was handed to him.It is from this broken bowl that the aroma of food emanates, which is a bowl of thick soup.

Traphael only hesitated for a moment, then stood up and gulped down the soup.

The man looked at him, stroked his back gently and said: "Slow down, there are many more."

After drinking three bowls of soup in a row, Traphael felt some strength in his body.He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, handed the bowl back to the man, and said, "Thank you for saving me."

"You don't have to thank me. I just happened to pass by. I think fate is so magical sometimes." The man took the bowl and said with a smile.

"Fate?" Traphael asked.

"Yes." The man said, flattening Traphael's frown with his fingers: "I know what you are thinking, you feel that fate is so unfair to you, you have experienced enough hardships, you always It's so scarred..."

Seeing Traphael's surprised expression, the man smiled and continued: "Your experience so far makes you have such thoughts, it is indeed normal, in fact, most people who live much better than you are always Complaining like this. In fact, fate is nothing but a line formed by countless intersections of chance and necessity on the time axis. Interspersed on the axis. When it sinks into the trough, it will definitely rise, and when it reaches the peak, it will inevitably fall. It can be said that fate is always fair to the greatest extent.”

"Fair?!" Traphael couldn't help shouting: "But I don't think so! In my opinion, there is nothing more cruel than it!"

"I understand what you think." The man's voice was still steady and gentle: "As I said, you are always scarred. I can see everything you have experienced. The line that belongs to you has been trough, You've been on the line many times. There's been a few small ups and downs in that line, but it hasn't made your situation any better overall. But, I don't think it's gotten any worse Now, I think the real turning point is coming.”

Then, the man said the words that changed Traphael's life: "I can feel the tiny fluctuations in your body. Although it is very weak, there is no doubt that you have the talent to cast spells."

The man's words made Traphael's heart beat wildly.Unlike races such as elves, dragons, or mermaids who have the innate ability to cast spells, spellcasting talents are quite rare among humans.

Having a spellcasting talent means being qualified to become a magic apprentice, and thus also a spellcaster.There are not many spellcasters, and the top ones are of course mages, but all spellcasters who can become mages have extremely outstanding talents and their own assiduous pursuit of knowledge, so the number of mages is even rarer.

But even if they are not mages, other spellcasters still have a very high status in the mainland.And even if he fails to become a spellcaster, he can still be a magic merchant or a scholar, which will allow him to live a stable life.

In short, as long as he can become a magic apprentice, his fate will go in a completely different direction!

Traphael could hardly believe his ears, he asked tremblingly, "Are you a spellcaster?"

The man nodded: "I still have the qualifications to be a spellcaster." That's why he was able to feel the magic fluctuations in Traphael's body.

Traphael could hear his own heart beating violently and rapidly like a drum, and he asked, "You, can you teach me how to cast spells?"

The man smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, I am just a wizard, and I am not qualified to teach students." Only a wizard who owns a wizard tower can teach students about magic.

"Of course." Seeing Traphael's disappointed expression, the man continued, "I can take you to the Mage Tower I have studied before."

So Traphael's eyes lit up again, he didn't doubt the man's words, because he had nothing to be deceived.If a man has any unruly attempts on him, he will not be able to resist if he takes him away by force.

He was excited for a while before realizing that he didn't even know the name of his benefactor. He looked at the man's calm face and asked shyly, "How should I call you?"

"My name is Yadunis, Yadunis Sterling." After speaking, the man suddenly showed a naughty smile, winked at Traphael and said, "I know your name is Traphael Odris .”

"That's right, but I don't like my last name." Trafael said, he didn't like his father, he was afraid of him, and now he hated him deeply.

Traphael's mood was only depressed for a moment, and he quickly cheered up. He raised his head and asked, "How did you know my name?"

Yadonis smiled and said, "Because I'm a wizard, I can see everything you've been through."

"My God," Traphael exclaimed, "This is amazing, I really hope I can become a wizard like you in the future."

However, Yadunis was not happy with his exclamation, and his expression suddenly became melancholy: "No, it's not good." Seeing Traphael's worried expression, he raised his eyebrows again and showed a gentle smile, and reached out to pat him The head said: "I mean that wizards are not powerful spellcasters. All I can do is divination. You may have higher achievements."

Traphael didn't think much about his explanation, and asked excitedly: "So, can you divine what I will become in the future?"

"No, I can't." Yadunis showed a bitter expression: "I have lost the ability to see the future, and now I can only see the past that has happened."

"I'm sorry," said Traphael, annoyed at bringing up Yadunis's grief.

"Your request is not too much, there is no need to apologize." Yadunis said, he quickly swept away his melancholy expression, and changed the subject with a gentle smile again: "How do you feel now? You'd better rest For a while, and then we'll be on our way as soon as possible. This is just a temporary place for me, and it's not suitable for long-term living."

Traphael lay down again obediently, he turned his head to look at Yadunis who was sitting by the bed and asked, "Are you going to take me to your teacher?"

"I do have this plan. But, before that, I think you'd better learn something else by my side."