The mage is powerful, the mage is noble, and the mage is a kind of existence that has left the ordinary level and entered the concept of "god-like".

At the same time, the mage is also proud. The mage is a group of creatures that are faithful, codes of behavior, and basis for thinking.

The secular interests, wealth, and power, in the eyes of most mages with ideals and pursuits, are crutches climbing on the magical path, for better, faster and more effective tools to study the truth, rather than purpose!

There are few mages, and the requirements for becoming mages are strict. Every mage's promotion often takes several years, more than ten years of hardening and knowledge accumulation. Every formal mage is knowledgeable, and every formal mage is extremely precious. Similarly, every possible seed of a mage is also extremely cherished.

Every mage has the responsibility and obligation to discover them and lead them to the glorious avenue of exploring the truth. This is the mission of every mage, just like the continuation of the instinct of all things in the world.

Therefore, a militia, an evil that does not know what origin comes from, can be dealt with at will!

Nobles and pastors have such rights.

But a potential mage with the talent of casting is not something that these little nobles and rural priests can deal with at will.

Wu Chen was rescued from the "barbecue grill". The people around him, including the white-robed clergy who had just burned him to death, had completely different attitudes towards him. It was impossible to say respect, but at least it was not the deep contempt and disdain that he had just now.

Just when he walked down the stake and didn't know what to do.

"Wait..." The old priest who had been silent for a long time stepped forward, "Master, since you said he has the talent for casting, why not check it on the spot?"

"Pastor Sneider, don't you believe me and my mentor?" Leas was furious. It was the old stubborn man in front of him who used his power to snatch the young man with huge secrets from his hands. Otherwise, he would not have sent a message to his mentor in helplessness.

As a magic genius and a descendant of a proud legendary wizard, Leas was defeated in one palm, and now he capsized in the gutter of a junior priest in the countryside!

"These lackeys, slaves, and walking dead!" Leas muttered in his heart.

"These arrogant and unbelievers!" The old pastor also responded in his heart.

On the surface, the priest and the mage are very similar, especially in terms of the types and effects of spell casting, but the foundations of the two are completely different.

The pastor serves his own gods, offers pious faith, guards countless believers for the gods, and develops and spreads the power, glory, and ideas of the gods. The gods give back to the pastor's strength, power, and glory, which is essentially a hidden exchange relationship.

The mage, on the other hand, understands the true meaning of magic, understands the principles of the universe, insists on the complete independence of thinking and behavior, and studies and explores everything that helps understand the mystery of this world. The gods have lost their mysterious halo in their hearts, which is also a direction for their research.

Because of the nature of a mage, the gods hate mages, so the priests naturally have no good feelings for mages. The mage disdained the priests from the bottom of their hearts, calling them "parasitics" and lying on the spiritual mortal sucking of mortals (a monster that only enters but never leaves).

But the two are concerned about each other. At the level of power, there are many powerful people among the priests who can match the legendary wizards, not to mention the elected people who have obtained the divine nature given to the gods. At the same time, the priest's power in the mundane world is even more huge and incalculable.

The mage generally does not provoke priests. Similarly, the priests also stay away from the powerful and eccentric mages with rich and strange means, which forms a universal opposition and a ethnic relationship that is far away from each other and restrains each other. Therefore, everyone at the scene, including the nobles who have already come down from the high walls, are in awe of the mages, but the old priest has sufficient stance and confidence to question them.

The old and the young refused to give in to each other. With this buffer, Wu Chen had the time to think about his situation.

Of course, he was not interested in being burned to death, but the huge pain he experienced last time made him full of war. Fortunately, variables appeared, and it was the middle-aged mage who had been looking at him with a smile and had never expressed his opinion about the dispute between Leas and the old pastor.

"Child, come here..." The middle-aged mage waved to Wu Chen, and Wu Chen pointed at the tip of his nose foolishly.

"Come here, let me take a good look at you..."

Wu Chen smiled embarrassedly and walked over hesitantly. The middle-aged mage stretched out his palm and put it in front of Wu Chen, just as Wu Chen hesitated whether to hold it forward...

The light flashed in front of him, and a circular crystal as big as a fist appeared on the palm of the middle-aged mage.

"Put your hand up, don't think about anything, empty your heart..." The middle-aged mage's voice was low and magnetic, like a warm wind that broke into it, blowing away Wu Chen's distracting thoughts and resistance. Wu Chen didn't know why, and his brain didn't even have any thoughts and issued any instructions. His body subconsciously responded to the middle-aged mage's words. He held the crystal clear crystal in his right hand.

The moment Wu Chen's palm touched the crystal, the color of the crystal was divided into two, with silver on the left and blue on the right. Similarly, his palm also turned into silver and blue.

Changes formed in a blink of an eye, mixed with the exclamation of the entire square. There was no change in the next few breaths. After a brief stagnation, the silver half of the crystal began to faint, subtle, emit a misty silver halo. This halo gradually deepened with the struggle and pain on Wu Chen's face, slowly, becoming brighter and more obvious, so that in the end, the blue half on the right completely blocked.

When the silver light emanated, the old priest got some answer. He was unwilling to stay for a moment and led a group of clergy to turn around and leave. However, Leas was deeply surprised. This talent for casting was just an excuse. Wu Chen's secret was the main reason for his perseverance. Seeing that the excuse unexpectedly became reality, his first reaction was that his mentor was the one who did it?

But when he saw the mentor's increasingly happy face, he let go of this luck. Now, the test subject really became a potential spell caster, and his talent in mental strength seemed very good.

Then, no matter how big the secret Wu Chen had, Leas had no excuse to peek from a legal and moral perspective.

As for another important indicator of measurement, element affinity...
Chapter completed!