As the sun sets to the west, golden dusk spreads over the entire town of Bo Lai. The residents singing and dancing after dinner seem to be listening to the new dusk music, and the dance steps under their feet are also rejuvenated; the poets in the square are playing the harp and singing with elegant songs.
The tone chanted the poem of sunset; the painter by the river also took the time to record this beautiful moment.
In many places, dusk is known as the key to darkness, but in Bo Lai Town, it has become a treasure of praise.
But even if the treasure is brilliant, there are still places where it cannot shine brightly. This is the case with the orphanage deep in Thyssen Lane.
In a dark room, little Sam opened his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes, walked out of bed, opened the window and looked out at the dark sky. Only the shadows of buildings in the distance were occasionally bright, and he could glimpse the dusk between the cracks.
The orphanage is always shrouded in gloom, as if cut off from the outside world.
If ordinary people came here, they would probably be frightened. Even the bravest people would not like such a place.
But little Sam felt the cold, even lifeless world around him, but somehow felt peaceful inside.
Compared with the hard work and boredom on the farm in the past few years, he relaxed his mind here for the first time. Perhaps because of his mood at this moment, he did not hate or fear the orphanage.
Sitting in front of the window in a daze for a while, little Sam thought about various things in his mind, including the past, the present, and the future.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that he came back to his senses in a trance.
"Are you brother Sam?"
After the door opened, there was a little shota who looked very cute. However, little Sam had heard from Mr. Thiessen before that there were only dead souls in the orphanage, and this little shota should be one of them.
"Yada?"
Yada's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and raised it high: "Yes, my name is Yada!"
Little Sam looked at Ada's shining eyes and subconsciously rubbed his head. After rubbing it, he froze.
Isn't this a bit out of line for him?
Also, he should be afraid of the undead, but why is he not afraid of Ada at all?
While little Sam hesitated, Ada was very happy. He liked this little brother inexplicably and did not reject his closeness at all.
"What's the matter with you coming to me?" Little Sam coughed twice and put away his hands that he didn't know where to put.
"Master Pat asked me to come. The master said that Brother Sam is awake and asked you to come over." Ada said.
When little Sam heard that Mr. Pat asked him to go over, he said without hesitation: "Okay, you lead the way."
Perhaps it was because Ada was very cute and easy to talk to, but little Sam kept asking about the orphanage and Mr. Pat along the way.
Ada basically didn't answer much about Mr. Pat's matter; but he did not hide the situation in the orphanage. Little Sam also knew that it turned out that the orphanage was gloomy during the day, which was caused by an illusion; the illusion here was for
It is used for the trial of gifted people; also, another undead named Shanni did not appear due to her recent emotional instability.
When little Sam wanted to ask why Sunny was emotionally unstable and the details about Mr. Thiessen, they had already arrived at the door of Mr. Pat's room.
"I will wait for Brother Sam outside, and I will take Brother Sam out for dinner later." Ada waved to little Sam and hid in the darkness.
Little Sam took a deep breath and knocked on the silent wooden door.
After a while, sitting in front of the dim oil lamp, little Sam heard Angel's question: "Yada should have told you why I asked you to come over, right?"
Little Sam nodded: "Test the mental strength value."
Angel said calmly: "Yes, after eating well and sleeping well, your mental strength has begun to return to its peak. The test is most accurate at this time."
After Angel finished speaking, he stretched out his hand a little and created a small game illusion in front of little Sam.
This is a puzzle game on the holographic tablet.
Through small games, little Sam's thoughts gradually became active, and his mental strength became excited. At this time, Angel handed the scale for measuring mental strength to little Sam.
When little Sam was about to lower his head to look at the scale, Angel stopped him: "Don't look at other parts of the scale, it will have an impact on your mental strength. The correct way to use the scale is from the bottom.
Start at the 0 scale, and slowly look up along with the light golden line inside. As much as you can see, that is your mental power value."
After the explanation, Angel indicated to little Sam that it was time for the test.
Little Sam solemnly picked up the scale, and his eyes began to focus on the 0 scale. As he concentrated, the golden lines in the scale started to move like a snake, and began to move slowly upward...
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When Angel used the scale to test the value of his mental power, when he reached the 7 scale, his eyes just felt a little sore. After reaching 10, one golden thread turned into two, forming a double helix and rushing upward. At that time, Angre
Only then did Ger feel a tingling sensation in his brain.
But little Sam's forehead started to sweat when he reached the 4th mark. The golden line reached the 5th mark with difficulty, and the veins began to pop out.
When little Sam felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to burst, the golden thread climbed a little higher again. However, this time the climb exceeded the upper limit of little Sam's endurance. Little Sam felt his eyes darken and fainted.
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Angel took the scale from Little Sam's hand.
The golden line stays at scale 7.
"A bowl of witch soup can just bring his mental power to 10, which is beyond the lower limit of a gifted person." A complicated look flashed in Angel's eyes: "It's exactly 10, is that right? It's indeed what Feng left behind...
…”
When he was in the abyss, Angel also felt that Feng seemed to have calculated everything. Whether it was him, the nightclub owner, Fafnir, or Odekras, they seemed to be in the trap set by Feng.
Therefore, Angel was not surprised when he saw that the scale reached exactly 7.
While Angel was muttering in a low voice, he didn't know that in the distant world inside the shell, a painter named Sister Feng was sneezing, rubbing her nose and saying, "Who is thinking of me?
I guess it's Rowling... Rowling said she doesn't care, but she actually cares a lot. After all, it's about her ethnicity. Alas, I don't know if witch soup with 3 points of mental power limit can cultivate a gifted person.
If it doesn’t work, there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m just a poor painter with only that little savings.”
Angel didn't know that this time, it was really just a coincidence.
He put the dial aside, his eyes flashing.
The Magic Painting Wizard can even estimate Little Sam's spiritual power, so he will go to the Tidal World, so that should be included in the calculation, right?
Even if he was really counted, Angel would still go to the tidal realm in order to find a suitable elemental life.
"You are indeed worthy of being called a legendary wizard, so powerful."
While Angel was sighing in his heart, little Sam on the other side began to slowly wake up.
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After learning that his mental strength test value was 7, little Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was at the bottom of the pile, at least he had become a gifted person and had the opportunity to step into the extraordinary world.
"After you go back, heat the witch soup on the stove and drink it after it is completely melted." Angel said, "After you drink it, have a good sleep. Come back tomorrow and I will test your talent."
Although it is already known that little Sam has the talent of near-spiritual body, the future direction still needs further measurement.
Little Sam nodded and exited the room.
After little Sam left, Angel entered into self-precipitation. No matter where he went, Angel would not relax his self-precipitation until he had thoroughly digested the knowledge.
Time flies by.
One night passed, and little Sam stood in front of him again full of energy.
"Mr. Pat, I took witch soup last night." Little Sam hesitated and asked, "Is my current mental power value at 10 points?"
Angel had already felt the fluctuations in little Sam's mental power when he entered the door. This was only the case after the mental power value exceeded 10 points.
"Congratulations, you are now a gifted person. But it only gives you the opportunity to pursue the truth. Whether you can embark on the extraordinary road in the future is still uncertain." Angel said a few words briefly,
He didn't say too many words of encouragement or discouragement. These were left to little Sam's mentor in the future.
"Although you are a gifted person now, I still need further confirmation of your talent."
Angel snapped his fingers, and some changes visible to the naked eye immediately appeared in the room.
The door was opened and the wind blew in, the extinguished oil lamp began to light up again, the empty water glass was quickly filled with water, and a flowerpot filled with soil appeared out of thin air on the table...
After all these facilities were set up, Angel took out the talent ball and small hourglass.
"The timer of the hourglass is one minute. During this minute, pay attention to what changes occur around you."
After that, Angel placed the talent ball in front of little Sam.
Little Sam nodded solemnly and solemnly placed his hand on the talent ball.
The talent ball immediately shined with bright light. In this halo, little Sam looked out the window and suddenly pressed a face...
To be continued...