Climb a small hill and follow the tree-lined path between two small slopes to enter a mountain col. A gurgling stream and a small wooden house built on the hillside beside the stream appear in front of you.
"Old man, I'm back." Roy shouted, running quickly down the ramp towards the cabin.
Those lively blue eyes and the cheerfulness on his face made his whole face seem to come alive, and every pore revealed the cunning and cleverness of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
The boy walked briskly through the small courtyard surrounded by fences and walked into the wooden house whose exterior walls were covered with vines and moss.
The room was dimly lit and empty. Only the homemade furniture, which had a rough and simple appearance but a kind of ancient beauty in its lines, was placed there quietly.
"Come to the backyard." An old voice sounded.
Roy walked across the room and headed to the backyard. The fat dog at his feet had already jumped over first.
The backyard is a small hillside, covered with tall trees. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the tree crowns, breaking into thick or thin beams of light, and the ground is mottled with gold.
Under an old tree covered with green vines, a tall and tall old man with gray hair sat quietly on a wicker chair.
Roy walked to a small chopped tree stump in front of the old man and sat down. He pulled out a knife and raised the rabbit in his hand to the old man.
"Eat rabbit for lunch."
"Well," the old man agreed, eyes closing and resting, and suddenly opened his eyes, "Did Oliver catch the rabbit or did you catch it?"
The fat dog Oliver lay at the old man's feet and rolled over at the sound.
"Oliver caught it," Roy laughed. Of course he knew what the old man was worried about, "but I got there quickly and there wasn't anything disgusting on the rabbit."
"Bitch!" The old man also laughed and kicked Oliver.
The flesh on the fat dog's body shook, and he struggled to get up from the ground. He looked at Roy and the old man with a faint look, stuck out his tongue and licked his nose, moved to the kennel next to him, lay down, and closed his eyes.
"Damn it!" the old man cursed, and glared at Roy who was smiling evilly: "You are still laughing, isn't this all caused by you?"
"That's nature!" Roy's face was filled with emotion.
The old man stretched out his hand and patted Roy on the back of the head. He chuckled and lay back on the rocking chair made by Fujiko. While rocking, he squinted at the sunlight coming through the gaps in the shade of the trees.
"How have you been these days? Did you find that thing?"
The forest was quiet. Two flame moths flew out from the shade of the trees. An acorn rat quickly climbed up along the big tree outside the fence. Its fluffy tail was like a big baggage, covered with collected fruits.
.With just one jump, he disappeared into a tree hole and disappeared.
Roy cleaned up the skinned rabbit, put it on a cut wooden stick, and set up firewood. Then he sat down next to the old man, looked into the old man's eyes, and shook his head gloomily.
"No."
"Oh..." There was disappointment in the old man's voice.
"Grandpa, we have been here for five years, but you don't even know what the thing you are looking for looks like..." Roy scratched his head: "To be honest, don't be unhappy, I think you are so
It’s a waste of time.”
"You know nothing, little bastard..." The old man stood up angrily and knocked Roy on the forehead angrily, "That is a legendary artifact. Whether your problem can be cured or not, it's all up to you.
Depend on that!”
"I'm not the only one in this world who can't practice Dou Qi, so what does it matter if I can't practice," Roy rubbed his forehead and said unconvinced: "Besides, I'm much stronger than Dou Qi!"
As he spoke, Roy snapped his fingers.
On the fingertips, a flame jumped out.
In the quiet and lush forest, the flames danced on Roy's long and clean fingertips, like a little red devil.
This is Roy's biggest secret.
Except for Grandpa William who knew about it, he didn't even tell Tom.
In the continent of Avalon, people who can perceive elements and instinctively control them are called magic awakeners.
The number of such people is extremely small, not one in ten thousand.
Usually, the awakened person will be discovered as early as when the baby is baptized. Then, the Holy Church will record it. When he reaches the age of six, he will be recruited to the magic academy under the name of the Holy See and become a magician.
Potential apprentice.
After a period of training and reaching the assessment level, he will be awarded a formal magic robe and become an [Awakened Mage] recognized by the Holy See.
[Awakened Mage] is the lowest level of a magician except for potential apprentices.
Going up in order are [Langxing Mage], [Dragon Moon Mage], [Sun Mage], [Sage of the Sky] and [Legendary God of Magic].
Before the final battle, the human magic world was much more prosperous than it is now.
Whether it is the twin towers of water and fire that have long since died - [Fire Dharma God] Prometheus and [Water Dharma God] Poseidon; or the first elder of the Magic Temple who died heroically in the final battle - Pharaoh Hu
Husband, [Thunder God of Magic] Thor, [Undead God of Magic] Hades, etc., are all legendary magicians who shock the world with their stomping feet.
Unfortunately, as a large number of magic gods died in the final battle, the human magic world declined sharply. In order to resist the attack of the demons, humans had to lean towards the fighting spirit that more people could cultivate.
In the following decades, the human world has seen the emergence of such figures as the Holy Knight Alexander, known as the Great; the Holy Knight Arthur, known as King Arthur; and the leader of the Lionheart Knights, the Holy Knight Charlie, known as the Lionheart King.
After waiting for the legendary heroes, mankind finally formed the current structure with fighting spirit and knights as the main body.
The flames danced between the fingers. The boy and the old man were relatively silent across the flames.
The flying flame moth was attracted by the light of the fire and flew towards it. The moment it approached the flame, a cloud of sparks scattered on the ground, and then it reorganized its body in a not-too-distant space and flew back again.
After a long time, the old man stood up from his chair tiredly and walked into the wooden house.
"As we get older, our energy levels decrease. I want to take a nap."
"Why can't I be a magician?"
"Just bake the rabbit and put it on my table. Take some time to take Oliver out for hunting. A violent bear is coming from the northeast. It's a level three monster. You and Oliver can deal with it."
"Old man, you're like this again! Can you give me a reason? Magicians are more popular than knights!"
Looking at the old man's leaving figure, Roy frustratedly threw the flame in his hand into the pile of firewood. The blazing flames instantly rose up, reflecting the young man's frustrated face.