„May I introduce myself? I am Zanderyl, the guild leader of the magicians guild in Gendal. I am pleased to meet you."
„Uhm. Hi. I'm Alan.", Tristan introduced himself with his fake name.
„I have some questions for you, is that okay?"
„Yeah sure". Tristan didn't know what would come, so he agreed.
„First of, are you travelling alone?", Zanderyl didn't seem to ask anything to personal that could endanger Alan's identity, „When did. you start to learn magic? Where are you from? Where is your family?".
Tristan was wrong. Although he wasn't dumb, he never thought of this.
„I am not travelling alone. I uhh, I think I started learning magic at the age of 4 and ehm. I am from a little farm to the south. My family is uhh dead.", Tristan stuttered a bit, as he was making up everything while talking.
„I see...", the guild leader looked at him, „Now please follow me.". Suddenly Zanderyl stood up. „I have a Magica of 236. I am the strongest mage in this city, well... i was until you came here.", he chuckled. „Anyway! I have a test for you, indon. know if it works but let's try!"
„What does it do?", Tristan gets a bit suspicious.
„It's not much, it just looks at your soul. It sees what you really are.", those words scared Tristan. ‚Does he know?', Tristan followed Zanderyl. They walked into a room where Tristan just stood on the ground. Zanderyl places his hand on Tristans head. Tristan felt a pain going through his head. He flinched away.
„Ow! You didn't say that it would hurt!", Tristan Backes away.
„I'm sorry. My Magica are to low to use the spell on you.", he looked a bit sad. Then he brought Tristan downstairs and finally Tristan registered. When he left the building, the whole group was waiting for him.
(A/N: I know kind of skip but I didn't know what to write here more)
„Hey Alan, finally done. What took you so long?", Kyhoko came forward to greet him.
„Had a talk with the guild leader. He tried to look at my soul or whatever. I don't know.", Tristan answered, not mentioning the pain, it still hurt a bit.
„A talk with the guild leader?! How on earth did you do that?" Kyo seemed very surprised.
„Is that not normal?", Tristan was confused.
„Oh right! We forgot to tell you guys!", Elenna spoke up.
„So this is hard to believe I know but Alan has a Magica of 1000 and he uses the Dark arts."
Everyone stared at him in shock.
„You what?! That is impossible! Humans can only have a Magica up to 400. There is no possible race that could go so high!... What are you?", Lisa almost yelled.
„I am a normal human! Maybe the crystal is broken or something.", Tristan tried to save himself from the conversation.
„It's getting late maybe we shou-
„We shouldn't do anything before you tell us the truth!", Lisa didn't seem to give up.
„Tomorrow? Okay?", Tristan wanted to go to bed. He would just have to wake up and leave the others. But then he couldn't become an adventurer. He wanted to have the bonus in the inns, it would help him money wise.
„Fiiinneee", Lisa finally backed down. Just as he thought that he had his peace,
„Hey you little boy.", three men approached them.
„Not Good!", Kyo whispered.
„You! The black haired one. Come here!", Tristan thought to himself that they probably meant him.
„Can I help you?", he asked.
„You have some fancy clothes. You are probably some dumb rich kid playing hero. Why don't you give us some money?", one of them said.
„That's fairly simple! I need it myself.", Tristan wasn't intimidated.
„Look, I will show you the Situation you are in, we are three A-RANKS. You are a little boy. You have money. We want the money."
„Yeah, life isn't fair sometimes.", Tristan just said. One of the A-RANKS pulled out his sword and pointed it at Tristan, as he tried to walk away.
„Do we really need to donut the brutal way?", Tristan got annoyed by the three. He grabbed the sword by the blade, pressed and snapped the blade in half.
The three just looked at him.
„What the?!... My sword!", Tristan ignored him.
„[Dark Orb]". Three orbs appeared. And flew towards the A-RANKS. Upon contact, the three got completely consumed by dark gel, that then flew into their mouths, eyes and other openings. They fell to the ground.
„[Power Consuming]". Tristan felt himself growing stronger. ,Let's see. What do we got?'
„[Interface]"
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Interface
[Name] Tristan
[Age] 14
[Race] Shapeshifter
[Main Ability] Shapeshifting
[Titles] Summon, Killer, Thief, Observer, Necromancer, Creator, Driver
[Skills] Power Consumer, Calming, Inspect, Skull Crusher, Thief, Spear of Darkness, Undead Summoning, Clear Mind, Teleport, Acceleration, Creation, Dark Orb, Fireball, Shadow Shield, Swordsman, Driver, Observing, Search
[Level] 9000
[Effects] None
[Mana] 870/936
[Strength] 536
[Defense] 9004
[Magica] 1004
[Blocked]
[Blocked]
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Then they headed to the inn.