My Magic Age

Walking on the tree-lined avenue of the War Academy, I was surrounded by young boys and girls who, like me, had successfully passed five rounds of tests. Each of them had an excited expression on their face, because this showed that we had taken a big step towards becoming a real magician apprentice. We boys and girls stood out among nearly 30,000 children of the same age in El City, so we are lucky.

Being a magician is the dream of almost all children in the Green Empire, because as long as you become a magician, you will directly cross over to the ranks of nobles. For those nobles who have some privileges, everyone yearns for them. The nobles want to maintain their glory and try to pass it on to their descendants, while the civilians try hard to become nobles, but in today's Green Empire, a powerful warrior can only become a knight of glory or a guardian knight. Generally, it is difficult to be promoted to a noble baron without special achievements, unless the warrior can establish outstanding military honors on the battlefield, but that is very difficult.

So, magicians are born nobles, which is recognized by the royal family of the Green Empire.

Many civilian teenagers were so excited that their faces flushed because they successfully passed the test. They were excited. Sometimes, I thought I should be as excited as them, but it was obvious that I couldn't get excited.

I went through the next two rounds of tests very calmly. One of them was a test of mental strength, which was obviously beyond my expectations, because mental strength has always been the most boastful thing for me. Old Kuru once said that my mental strength should be at least three times that of an ordinary adult, but he said this five years ago. Now I think my mental strength should be at least 40 or more, but I walked up to the test magic crystal with trepidation and carefully placed my hand on it, but it only lit up the entire crystal slowly, and did not explode the crystal ball as Old Kuru said at the beginning, nor did it make the crystal ball brighter because of my super high mental strength. But in short, it's not bad, bright enough, it can fill a heavy stroke on the form behind my ticket.

But the test examiner's face was as cold as ice. I swear I have never seen him anywhere before. Or did he mistakenly think that I had beaten his child? He looked at me as if he was looking at a little wolf in the flock of sheep. He signed a four-point test for me with great dissatisfaction, and waved his hand impatiently to let me pass quickly.

This incident quickly calmed my swollen heart. I didn't think about why the examiner had a cold face. I didn't think that the crystal ball I touched only showed such ordinary brightness.

I just sighed sincerely in my heart, thinking that these children around me who were picked out of a hundred had high mental strength, and I was just the most ordinary one in this crowd. I was thinking: In fact, these may not be worth showing off in the eyes of others. Thinking of this, at this moment, I became calmer.

The fifth test was the most difficult for me to understand. I had experienced the most basic exploration and testing of magic perception, magic resistance, magic affinity, and mental power. These are all necessary for a magician. Although these abilities are extremely weak for us who have not yet awakened the magic pool, they are also necessary.

However, the examiner of the fifth test was not a magician, because I could not feel any fluctuations of magic power in him. On the contrary, I think he is more likely to be an ordinary person. Even if he simply stood there, I could still smell a bookish smell in the aura around him. Such a person can only be said to be a professor. He always observes us calmly with a critical eye.

When I met this professor face to face, he even began to become numb. Even if there were ten such professors in the entire War College testing us children at the same time today, there were nearly 30,000 teenagers assigned, and almost everyone had to see at least 3,000 people in this morning. I was the last one in the group, because this was my fifth project, so when I walked in front of the professor, he just asked me mechanically: How many regular pentagons can be used to form a sphere?

Damn! Isn't this a geometry arithmetic problem? At this moment, I had an urge to run away. Such a difficult geometry problem is basically a super difficult problem for a child like me who has never been to school. In the city of El, if a child under the age of twelve can easily calculate addition and subtraction within 100, he is already very good. But in this situation, the professor in front of me with a dead face asked me such a question, which made me feel gray. What is this? I think, if he asked this question to every child, there would never be more than a slap of children who could answer this question. But I can clearly see that the child in front of me had such a relaxed expression when he passed by the professor, and am I any different?

I looked at the professor with no expression on his face suspiciously, and my face was a little stunned.

And at this moment, he stood there tall and lowered his eyelids, looking at me as if he was looking at an ant, a smug smile slightly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was like a brave knight, and that expression made it seem as if he had done something very good and worthy of applause. In his eyes, I was more like a thief.

Of course I was confused, and I originally thought that he, who was arrogant, would not pay attention to me. It was enough for him to just live in his own world. But I didn't think about it for more than five seconds when I saw him couldn't help but lean down and said in my ear: "If I don't tell you the truth, I might suffocate myself to death. I need to share it with you!”

I continued to be a little confused and I smelled a cheap perfume on him.

He continued to say to me: "I have complete evidence to prove that you are not a child of El City, you are just a wanderer, you have only lived in El City for five years, you have not Bring any help to El City. On the contrary, you are like a moth, sucking the blood of El City. You occupy a very privileged home. The position of an important member of the court must be reversed. A poor child in El City will have his happy life deprived of you. But now you actually have to participate in the awakening ceremony in El City. You want to occupy three thousand awakened people. One of the positions and quotas, as an original resident of El City, I will not let you get what you want easily..."

In short, after he said this, I could finally understand why he was making things difficult for me. It turned out that he thought I was occupying the place of awakened people in El City. Are there still spots for awakened ones? I have never heard anyone mention these reasons, or few people in the Leint family will bring up the topic of awakening rituals when chatting after dinner, so I know very little about this aspect.

But now, I clearly understood one thing from the professor's words. It turns out that after completing the five tests, the best group of children will be evaluated. These people will enter a large magic circle. This huge magic circle can only provide three thousand boys and girls with the huge amount of magic power needed to hold a magic awakening ceremony. Therefore, the previous five tests are just to screen children with better conditions and a greater chance of awakening the magic pool. .

I was able to pass the first three rounds with excellent results only because the test takers in the first three rounds were all teachers from the magic academy. In their eyes, they only saw children who were better and had a better chance of awakening the magic pool, and not those who were unworthy of the world. A fair thing. Obviously during the fourth round of testing, I was already being targeted, and the so-called traditional original residents of El City began to take action. They began to create some conditions for the children who were born and raised in El City.

He finally continued to tell me: "But... even so... you want to know why I am here, talking to you in such a long and long way, why?"

I was like a good baby standing there blankly, shaking my head very cooperatively.

The middle-aged professor straightened his thin chest and gently pushed the black tie under his Adam's apple with his hand. The shirt on his body had been starched many times and the collar was slightly yellowed, but he still ironed it. The perm was very straight. He seemed to be telling me and expressing his belief: "I am delaying. In this limited time, I want to distract you." My attention is so intense that you can't think, and you don't have the slightest chance to answer my question. Although I am very confident that you can't answer my question at all, for the sake of safety, I still have to answer my question. You say these words...Okay, let me see how much time you have to answer this question, oh! There are still twelve seconds, oh! Eleven, ten, nine..."

He looked at me with a cold face and a proud look on his face. In just a few seconds, he would have the right to exaggerately sign a huge duck egg in the last box on the back of my ticket. To end the test of my five abilities.

In fact, he only needs to ask another question, even if it is not so difficult, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to answer it. For example, if he asks me to calculate the area of ​​a triangle, as long as he makes the values ​​​​a little more complicated, the calculation becomes more complicated. , it was difficult for me to calculate the real value within the prescribed time, but he asked me such a question.

Perhaps in his eyes, this question seems quite difficult, but it does not exceed the narrow scope of the knowledge asked.

Obviously he underestimated my ability. When I answered other questions, I would be a little unprepared, but I didn’t need to think too much about this question because the answer to this question quickly appeared in my mind. So before his counting was over, I looked at him calmly and uttered two words: "Twelve!"

"What? What did you say?" The middle-aged professor couldn't accept the fact that I had answered this question at the first time, and he asked me with some uncertainty.

I repeated to him quietly: "Twelve-sided regular pentagons can form an approximate circle."

He couldn't believe that I actually answered his question. His eyes widened and his pupils shrank for a moment, like a frightened cat. I shook the ticket in my hand coolly and smiled brightly at him. Said: "Professor, can you sign it for me?"

I watched him reluctantly write down a number on the form on the back of my admission ticket with a pale face. He reluctantly gave me four points, and the reason he told me was: I was in the last few seconds of the countdown. Only the middle class can tell the answer! But I don't care, after all, I have experienced crueller things than this. In my previous life, I occasionally watched football, and my inner world has been trained to be extremely powerful.

I walked out with ease, and I could feel his lips trembling slightly. He told me to stop unyieldingly. He wanted to know how I calculated it. This question was actually quite difficult. In fact, for me, except for this aspect of the question, I could answer it easily, and I was not sure about the other questions.

The reason is simple. I have a very deep memory of carving radish flowers in my previous life. The basic skills of carving flowers and vegetable cases required me to hold a radish and peel it all day long. I once carved a carrot into a football when I was most bored. I don’t know how many regular pentagons I cut, so how can I not know the number of regular pentagons that form a sphere?

Walking on the boulevard of the War College, there are boys and girls who are lucky enough to pass the five rounds of tests. Their excited faces are full of excitement. We are the last 3,000 people selected. The rest of the children left the War College with a look of disappointment. Maybe some will continue to enter the War College Junior Warrior College tomorrow, but the door of magicians has been completely closed to them.

It was already noon, the scorching sun was hanging overhead, I was hiding under the shade of a tree and eating white bread, with a pot of water in front of me, this was our lunch, it was a mess. According to the fat guy next to me: Magicians have always only eaten white bread and spring water, and powerful magicians can drink magic spring water or life spring water. He said that as long as you become a magician, you must meditate, and only by eating these light foods can you quickly enter the state of meditation! I thought to myself: How come I have never heard of this statement, and I don’t think eating barbecue or chewing dry bread will make any difference when entering meditation.

For these young people, everything on campus is very fresh, but this is only for the vast majority of young people. A small number of children are obviously not unfamiliar with the War College. This group of people seem to be those who have no worries about food and clothing, and their clothes are also very exquisite. They all look like children of rich people. Just like the fat boy next to me, who stood behind me when we were queuing, and was arranged to have a simple lunch under the tree, and he squatted under the oak tree with me. After finishing the bread in his hand, the fat boy swiftly took out a greasy yellow chicken leg from his body. He hesitated and looked at the chicken leg repeatedly, and finally handed it to me, asking with a guilty conscience: "Hey, do you want to try it?"