024, Medanzo's ambition

Amon was treated with the highest standards in the cave savage tribe and lived alone in the largest thatched house in the village. Even Schrödinger had a soft grass nest with leather mattresses. When Amon was resting that night, the tribe's patriarch Link and Amon's new friend Medanzo did not sleep. The two discussed things privately in the cave where the fire was lit.

Link: "Brother, since you came, I have been treating you with delicious food and drinks, and told the tribe that you are a friend of the gods. When you encounter danger, I will immediately gather the warriors of the whole tribe to save you..."

Medanzo waved his hand and said, "Stop, stop, don't mention this, I'll be angry as soon as you say it! Just tell me if you have something to do, are you begging me again?"

Link's application was a little shy and leaned over and whispered: "I promised to exchange all the Ma Gegang produced by the tribe with you, and sent the tribe members to search for the ancestor ruins you mentioned. You promised me to find the ancestor ruins and gain the power of the gods with me, but several years have passed, and you may also know that it is difficult to find them. You took away all the best iron billets in our tribe, but what you promised to exchange..."

Medanzo interrupted him again: "Link, do you want to settle the balance with me? I have given you no less benefits. I owe you the things I owe to your tribe. I will bring them together next time. When will I not keep my word?"

Link quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I don't mean that. Didn't you look for the ruins of your ancestors just to master the power given by the gods? And your friend... obviously knows it. Why don't you ask him to teach you? If he promised to teach you and would also ask me for it, we would have agreed to learn together."

Medanzo was embarrassed to say that Amon was met by chance on the way, but he just saved his life, but he didn't want to lose face in front of Link, so he had to evade: "Of course there is no problem Amon teaches me, we are a friendship that lives! But why should he teach you?"

Link said with a shy face: "I beg you, you and I have a life-long friendship! If you agree to this matter, our tribe will stop here in the future..." He said, and the implication was that some of the benefits were, and at the same time it was implied that Medanzo still owed the things that the tribe still exchanged.

Medanzo was a little embarrassed. He knew that the magical arts in the outside world could not be learned at will. Only nobles were qualified after obtaining the permission of the temple. No magician would teach these to the patriarch of a savage tribe. Doing so would not only violate the oath in the temple, but also be severely punished.

While worried, he suddenly remembered Amon's purpose and said with a sudden inspiration: "Let me tell you, Amon is here to find something. It is said that the gods are lost here. If you can send people to help him find it, maybe I will have a way to ask him to teach you how to master the power given by the gods."

Link showed joy: "What do the messenger of the gods want to find?"

Medanzo shirked: "I don't know much, but I can hand you something and explain your thoughts clearly, and then you can ask Amon yourself."

Link quickly stood up and said, "Then you might as well go!"

Medanzo also stood up and spread his hands: "It's midnight, you can't let me disturb others empty-handedly, right?"

Link nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand that there is still wine in the tribe, so I will send someone to get it right away."

Medanzo patted his shoulder: "Where did you, the patriarch, hide all the wine? I'll get it with you."

When he walked to the entrance of the cave, Medanzo asked again, intentionally or unintentionally: "Do you really think Amon is the messenger of the god?"

Link's expression was a bit cunning: "Didn't you say he is a magician? I guess the ancestor you are looking for is also a magician? I now understand what the magician means. Since the tribe members here regard him as the messenger of the gods, he is the messenger of the gods, isn't it?" After thinking about it, he added with a serious expression: "This messenger of the gods does have mastered the power given by the gods, and there is no doubt about this."

Medanzo curled his lips: "You don't know what kind of god they believe in!"

Link pointed behind him: "It's better than a fire, right?"

Medanzo was amused: "You can only say this to me, and you can't even mention it in front of the tribe."

...

Amon sat in the room and meditated quietly. He raised his hand and suddenly a light appeared in front of him. The light turned into a tongue of fire in the void. This was the fire element magic technique he had just started practicing. Unlike the initial learning of the water element magic technique, he was able to summon a flame without using the staff. If other second-level magicians saw Amon picking it up so easily, they would be so surprised that they could not stop.

Amon's staff is very powerful, and it is very different whether to use it or not. It is mastering and familiarizing with the magic in the fastest way, and then practicing and experiencing it in the most difficult way. This is Amon's habit. The flames summoned in the void are quite fun, like a shiny little man dancing, but Amon dared not command the flames to dance randomly, for fear of burning other people's houses.

He looked at the flames and was thinking about his thoughts. The tribe was in a very high position. If he remembered correctly, he had already passed through three clouds surrounding the mountainside when he came here. It was exactly where the old madman said he could stay. He needed to practice low-level magic on such a mountain and pay attention to the sky in the east.

Amon was worried about where to stay. He didn't have much food with him. He didn't expect to meet such a tribe. It was the most suitable to stay here to practice magic. He didn't have to hunt himself and find a place to stay. He had this idea in his mind, so he played the magic technique in front of the fire. Thank you for the old madman's reminder.

At this moment, Medanzo's voice came outside the house: "Great magician, have you rested? I am Medanzo, here to bring you fine wine and delicious barbecue to your cat."

Schrödinger jumped out of the grass nest, and Amon blinked his finger and called out, "I haven't rested yet, come in."

Medanzo pushed open the door and walked in, following two petite female dwarfs, one holding a pottery jar and the other holding a wooden plate with flakes of shale. Fresh meat squeaking oil on the roasted stones. The dwarfs put down the things and retreated. Medanzo placed two stone cups on the wooden board, one was empty, the other was filled with animal oil and a hay stem in it, lit it, this was the oldest candle and the most luxurious lighting tool in the tribe.

Amon was stunned: "It's midnight, are you here to drink with me?"

Medanzo shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I am presenting fine wine to the messenger of the gods on behalf of the tribe here." As he spoke, he picked up the pot and poured a glass of wine, and placed it respectfully in front of Amon.

Amon sniffed gently and knew that the wine was not very good. Although he didn't drink often, he had a drunkard father at home. The wines transported by merchants to Duke Town were all good wines. Amon could tell the quality of the wine by just the smell, but it was not easy for him to drink wine in the cave-dwelling savage tribe in this high mountain.

Amon reached out and said, "Thank you, sit down and drink together."

Medanzo quickly waved his hand: "Great magician, I should call you lord outside the mountain. Why do you have the nerve to drink with you at the same table?"

Amon smiled: "Isn't this in the dwarf tribe? You give wine and meat in the middle of the night. Why do I have the nerve to let you watch me drink alone?"

Medanzo nodded and said, "Then I'll have a few drinks with you." He ran to the door and shouted, "Get another cup!" Seeing this attitude, he wanted to drink it, otherwise he wouldn't have said "sorry" just now but "no".

Amon asked him to sit down and drink. Medanzo was secretly happy and muttered to himself that his plans had the possibility of success. The magician was very young and looked just a teenager. He did not have the style of the adults in the temple who were arrogant and easy-going. He seemed to have a low status.

On the other hand, such a magician was sent to this place, which was clearly a kind of punishment and exile. It must have been the family that lost power and offended the powerful high priest. It was difficult to deal with him openly, but he found a reason to expel him from the temple and fend for himself. Looking for something in this mountain, where can I go to find it!

In this case, his plan would be successful. Link wanted to learn divine art, while Medanzo himself wanted to learn divine art, otherwise he would not have risked going deep into the jungle to find the remains of his ancestors. If he met a divine art under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to teach him divine art without authorization. But here, Amon's appearance seems to be open to negotiation.

The two were chatting while drinking, and Medanzo talked intentionally or unintentionally about his experience—

Their ancestors were also prominent. His great-grandfather was a priest from the Temple of Malduk in Barron City. He was a level 6 magician. He was only one step away from becoming a great magician. Unfortunately, he was injured in a war and fled from the battlefield with a precious flying magic scroll in his hand. Perhaps because the scroll's mana was exhausted or the injury was too severe, Medanzo's great-grandfather fell in the deep mountains and jungles near the Youdi River Valley.

After his great-grandfather disappeared, his family almost went bankrupt and owed a huge debt. At this time, a stranger from afar saved Medanzo's great-grandmother and grandfather. He was a hunter from Assyrian who accidentally discovered the body, relics and suicide notes of Medanzo's great-grandfather while hunting in the Youdi Valley.

The hunter buried his great-grandfather according to the content of the suicide note and sent the relics to the city of Baron. These relics were very valuable, and just two magical staffs inlaid with divine stones was enough to pay off the debt. Later, although the orphan and widowed mother preserved the family's territory, she offended a very noble local adult. Medanzo's grandfather lost the qualification to inherit the priest when she grew up. The reason was that he was not suitable to learn divine arts and was not awakened during the ceremony to give the power given by the gods.

This is a complete excuse, and it is clear that some people are not magicians but still enjoy the nominal priesthood.

Anyway, it is not easy for an orphan and widowed mother to live, so there is no need to say much about the family's suffering history. This is a declined and poor noble family, which is almost forgotten in the city of Barron. By the time Medanzo's generation, even the status of a nobleman was lost, and it was just an ordinary civilian. When people mentioned the past, they even laughed at his grandfather for being useless, so that their descendants declined so much.

The hunter also told Medanzo's last words. It is said that the level 6 magician fell into the deep valley and did not die on the spot. He prayed and begged to the great god Malduk for seven days and seven nights and finally despaired. So he recorded all the divine arts he had learned in a cave, hoping that someone would find his body and bury him, and send his relics back to his hometown. Later, the hunter fulfilled his last wish.

Medanzo said, paying attention to Amon's expression, because it had already involved offense to the gods, and his great-grandfather's behavior also violated the temple's metaphor. However, Amon did not get angry or scold him, and his expression was solemn and listened very seriously. Then Medanzo continued to speak carefully-

When Medanzo was a child, he heard the legend of his great-grandfather from his grandfather. This was the secret of the family and could not be mentioned to outsiders. When he grew up, he had lost the qualification to learn magical arts, so he learned physical arts and became a level 4 warrior just after he was twenty years old. But he was unwilling to give up. His wishes and dreams in life were to be able to learn magical arts.

This is impossible in Barron City. No one will teach him that practicing magical arts privately as his identity is contrary to the law, and the teachers will also be punished. So Medanzo remembered the story of his great-grandfather. Is the content of the magical art written in the cave where the great-grandfather fell still there? If you find that place, you might be able to practice magical arts by yourself.

With the idea of ​​a possible chance, the young Medanzo went deep into the high mountains of the valley at the border between Barron and Hati, trying to find the remains of his ancestors. But he did not have a detailed map, only knowing that a rough range was almost impossible to find, but he became familiar with a dwarf tribe in the mountains.

Speaking of this, Medanzo explained nervously: "Great magician, I regard you as a friend and you are my savior, so I confess such a secret to you. I am not going to be a magician. My ancestors were a magician. According to the law, I should have inherited his status. However, he sacrificed his life for the country during the battle but was ridiculed as a runaway, and later generations were treated unfairly. My only purpose was to restore the glory of my ancestors and at the same time prove that I am fully qualified to inherit this glory."

After saying that, he waited for a long time but didn't hear Amon making a sound. He raised his head uneasy and was stunned. After a moment, he seemed to have suddenly reacted. He quickly stood up and took a few steps to kneel down and said, "Oh my God, how could there be such a coincidence in the world? You are holding Mr. Nietzsche's token!"

I saw Amon holding something in the candlelight, a small golden sign with emblems on both sides, and inscribed in cursive script and knife books, like a seal and a nameplate for a temple. Just now, when Medanzo was talking about family history, Amon had already confirmed Medanzo's identity, the descendant of the murdered magician discovered in the Youdi Valley more than a hundred years ago.

When the widow of the magician sent Nietzsche away, he specially created a gold medal for Nietzsche, and said that if there was anything in the future, he could send someone to find people from his family with this brand. This brand later became Nietzsche's token. The old madman took it to travel all over the mainland and handed it to Amon the night before saying goodbye, asking Amon to keep it carefully, which may be useful in the future.

More than a hundred years have passed, and Amon was not sure whether Medanzo still knew this token and whether the widow's words had been passed down. So he tentatively took out the sign. If Medanzo could not recognize it, he would not want to mention it again. As a result, Medanzo actually recognized it at a glance!

Amon stood up and said, "I'm not wrong. You know Mr. Nietzsche's name, but why do you have to kneel down?"

Medanzo replied: "This is the legacy of our family. Mr. Nietzsche is the benefactor of saving our family. He selflessly sent the precious relics of his ancestors back to the city of Baron. Seeing this token is equivalent to seeing Mr. Nietzsche, he must greet him and help as much as possible. I have known the emblem on this token since I was a child, and I have fantasized about seeing Mr. Nietzsche himself or his descendants."

This is the truth. Medanzo knew that Nietzsche was a magician who practiced divine arts privately. The divine arts he practiced were obtained from the suicide note of his great-grandfather. If he met Nietzsche, he might learn the divine arts left by his ancestors. This was one of Medanzo's childhood fantasies, so he remembered the emblem on this token particularly clearly.

Amon: "You didn't tell the whole truth just now. Mr. Nietzsche is a magician, and you only say he is a hunter."

Medanzo quickly explained: "Yes, you also know that the identity of a magician cannot be disclosed, so I dare not disclose it in front of a noble magician like you...Mr. Amon, how could you have the relics of Mr. Nietzsche?"

Relic? Medanzo took it for granted that Nietzsche is no longer alive. After all, that was something that happened more than a hundred years ago. Amon in front of him was either his descendant or his successor. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to take out the sign when he told this past story. He never mentioned Nietzsche's name.

"This is indeed Mr. Nietzsche's token, and he handed it to me with him. It's a coincidence that we can meet here! But if you think about it carefully, there is no reason. You came to this area to find the remains of your ancestors. I met you here... Get up, let's continue drinking, and you suddenly told me the private past in these families. Isn't it without reason?" Amon walked over and pulled Medanzo up, then returned to the simple wooden table to sit down.

Medanzo's face turned red with excitement. He held the stone wine glass tightly with his hands, leaned forward and said, "Mr. Nietzsche handed the token to you with his own hands? Then he is still alive? He must have been a great magician! Can I see Mr. Nietzsche? Can you take me to see him?" He asked a series of questions, and was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

Amon waved his hand and said, "Medanzo, don't be excited! I'm afraid I can't take you to see Mr. Nietzsche, nor can I tell you where he is. Your family's legacy does not include these?... You haven't answered my question just now. Tonight, why did you suddenly talk to me about the secret past of the family?"

Medanzo woke up and remembered that the family's legacy was just trying to help the person holding the token, rather than making various requests as soon as they met. He took a deep breath and finally spoke: "Actually, I want to learn the magic from you. The reason why I hope to see Mr. Nietzsche is also to learn the magic...Mr. Amon, are you also a..."
Chapter completed!