Volume 1 Village Story Chapter 93 Dispute

  Larsen has no idle people, and those who are qualified to settle in Larsen are at least high-level magicians. It's not that there aren't ordinary people in Larsen, but the settled magicians often bring their families with them. However, most magicians don't have time to get married, as they are fanatics of magic with very little demand for marriage and no time to fall in love properly. Their entire passion is devoted to magical research. Among magicians, it's truly a miracle that someone like me, who doesn't strive for advancement, can still achieve this level.

  To become a magician, aside from innate talent, it's all about constant practice, accumulation, and exploration. Beyond that, it's about fighting, familiarizing oneself with magic through continuous battles. Perhaps my growth, apart from the unexpected encounter in that tomb where I inherited the experience of an ancient powerful master and improved most of my magic, was also largely due to the constant battles along the way, hovering between life and death, which allowed me to gain precious magical experience. Although I didn't seek to advance, circumstances forced me to work hard to improve my magical abilities, especially after integrating the magic of the spirit tribe, which improved my casting speed, understanding the origin of magic, communicating with elements - all of this is too important.

  If I were like most magicians, studying and researching magic in a peaceful environment, I probably wouldn't have reached my current level even at the age of sixty. However, in reality, it's very difficult for most magicians to have a quiet environment with sufficient resources to support their magical studies. On the continent of Aichner, magicians are scarce, and if you're a magician, many people will come knocking on your door wanting you to join their cause. They'll use all sorts of temptations to lure you away from your research and work for them instead. Luxurious treatment, immense power - not everyone can resist such temptation. According to what Ankhara teacher said, about one in a hundred people have magical talent on the continent of Aichner, which is already a very high ratio. However, among those with magical talent who are lucky enough to be discovered and taken as students by magicians, only about half can withstand the dryness of magical learning and have decent intelligence. Among these, only about one-tenth can pass the test and become magic apprentices. And among them, only about fifty percent can become primary magicians. At this point, problems arise. When you become a primary magician, various powers, organizations, and countries will come knocking on your door, offering all sorts of favorable conditions for you to serve them. Only about one percent of people can resist temptation, so the number of magicians who can reach the level of intermediate magician is already very small. Those who pass the intermediate magic exam will immediately become the object of competition among various empires. An intermediate magician can change the outcome of a war, and area magic can cause massive casualties if used properly. Therefore, intermediate magicians will face even greater temptation. Moreover, high-ranking magicians are mostly fanatics of magic and rarely appear on the continent of Aichner, making intermediate magicians almost the only sought-after commodity.

  Most of those who can eventually reach the level of advanced magician are magicians with excellent talent and strong will. Most of them have made the study of magic their only purpose in life, and the appearance of the floating city of Lalsen has provided them with a haven where they can study magic at ease and easily find people to explore together. Therefore, for magicians who want to reach a higher level, the only choice is to stay in the floating city after reaching an advanced level and continue to study magic at ease. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Lalsen exists.

  As I walked out of the transmission array, I found that there was no magician guarding this side of the transmission array. I walked out of the transmission hall and found that the streets were also empty, with almost no one moving around. According to what Tissen said, Larsen has about 20,000 magicians who have settled here for a long time, and most of them usually lock themselves in libraries or laboratories at home. When he said this, he looked at me with disdain and said that magicians like me who use magic to do laundry and cook are simply abnormal. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but now it seems to be true.

  The grand and majestic buildings, the gorgeous decorations, but the empty city makes me feel a bit strange. It seems that I am more accustomed to walking on crowded streets, experiencing the various aspects of life, even if it means facing the pursuit of the undead mage, I would not want to stay in this empty city.

  Fortunately, the city's administrators had foreseen this situation and every intersection had detailed signs, so that people who came here for the first time wouldn't get lost because they didn't know where to ask for directions. I followed the signposts and easily found the place where the magician was being assessed, which was in the center of the city, a very spacious magic academy. On the gate of this magic academy was written a sentence: "The Lonely Road". I looked at these few words and laughed, indeed it was like that, the road to being infatuated with magic research was indeed a lonely one.

  As I walked through the gate, I gradually saw many wizards gathering in groups of three or five, discussing and communicating with each other. Today seemed to be a special day. I casually pulled over a wizard who was speaking enthusiastically and asked: "Excuse me for disturbing you, what's today's date? Why are there so many people gathered here?"

  The magician looked at me with a hint of surprise, then smiled suddenly and said: "You're the new guy who just arrived in Larsson, right? On the first day of every month, one of the great magicians from the Larsson Magician's Council comes here to share their magical insights with everyone. It's a tradition of this city."

  I nodded suddenly and said: "So that's it, I'm a newcomer to the magician level assessment, don't know where the assessment location is?"

  The magician was also enthusiastic. He pointed to a house not far in front and said, "It's just ahead, you can go there yourself, what level are you going to take the exam for?"

  I smiled and said to him: "Thank you very much, I'm here for the intermediate magician exam, please give me more guidance."

  My words had barely fallen when a sarcastic voice rose from beside the magician: "Tsk, Tyrone, what are you doing wasting your breath on this novice? Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your high-level mage identity? Every year, who knows how many people come to take the intermediate mage exam without knowing their own limitations? How many can actually advance? What a waste of words, let him figure it out himself. Spending time on someone like him is no better than discussing your own doubts."

  That magician named Tyrone smiled apologetically at me and said, "Yang Sen is like that, don't mind him, go quickly, I wish you can pass."

  I nodded and smiled: "Thank you, I don't mind. Although I'm not very clever, I still understand the principle of not arguing with fools."