The old kuru's expression was somewhat complicated, joy and tangled hesitation twisted together like the folds on his face, like a bit of regret, but also some relief, this kind of technical geek type of old orc instantly hid his mind in the bottom of his heart, casually drew out the magic shield with a quick hand, that felt as easy as closing the door by hand.
"I've been looking forward to this, my friends and I have been together many times and the idea has been debated and inconclusive, several old codgers think it's simply impossible, and it's one of life's great blessings to be alive to see such a miracle. Ha ha!" Old Kulu squeezed my shoulder in relief, but the worried look on his face made my heart sink as I listened to him continue.
"Every wizard has magical perception, and when a human awakens their magic pool, they have magical perception, the strength of which follows the strength of their spirit and is again closely related. Orcs awaken to their magic cores and likewise have magical perception, and magical beasts are born with magical perception, but none of these can be considered magical gifts, only this magical perception in you, which was there before you awakened, can be realistically called a magical gift. But this is not a good thing for you, it is a plague until you become a wizard. And I have opened the door to that calamity again, I don't know if it is good or bad!"
The old Kuru spoke slowly and as quietly as possible. Even with the magical shield that blocked out the sound and sight of the outside world, he still became timid. He continued, "Magic is an addictive poison; when you have not tasted it, you do not know the taste, you despise it then. But once it's in your life, slowly you become addicted, you can't help using it, it's hard to resist."
"But you have to learn to hold back, you must never use it in front of people, even if you are by yourself in the dead of night when no one is around, you must be doubly careful. Being able to learn magic before the Awakening will only mean one thing: you have the gift of magical perception and have proved to the wizarding world that all magic is connected until the ritual of racial awakening. Do not take any magician for a fool, nor imagine how kind and righteous they are. Not many wizards can resist the temptation of being driven by absolute profit, and you are now the bare. A bottle of advancement potion. There are untold numbers of established wizards who would be stuck at the bottleneck of advancement, just this little bit short of magical talent to advance, and they have enough means to strip your magical talent from you before you become a wizard, and then they will find out how lucky they are, because you still have the power of an awakened bloodline hidden in you, perhaps even your true name perhaps. "
Old Kuru paced, hands behind his back like an old wizard, as he repeatedly admonished me, "Never reveal your magic in front of any wizard, they are keen to inform, don't take any chances. Please remember my words." All I could do in my heart was to cry out helplessly, "He Da. Master. Damn, I've already said it all.
I came to ask Old Kulu a question: if I learn orc magic before the Awakening, will my orc magic still work then if I become a real wizard after I attend the Awakening ceremony? The answer I got from the old kuru was that he didn't know, saying that they didn't do any magical arguments in this regard because it was never thought that someone could actually learn magic before awakening.
At this point, the anti-magic was once again gone from my body, there was no way out, the only magic my body had left was depleted. The old kuru looked up at me with a clear meaning: is that the end of it?
I had to nod bitterly. I nodded bitterly, which meant: it was over.
"It doesn't look like there's much fire magic power burning your body!" Old Kuru frowned, "That burning fruit is not producing magic in your body at a rate that will sustain anti-magic?"
I nodded innocently.
"So, do you want to learn another magic?" Old Kuru suddenly asked me that.
Scared, don't! Why is it always like this, after blathering on and on with admonitions and threats, one would bring out a date and offer it to me, and after waiting for me to eat it in my stomach, say to me, Hey, Giga! The date you're eating is poisonous, so don't drink the water.
If I keep learning, will I be put straight into a glass jar and sent to the Ivory Tower as a specimen?
OK, I admit I'm a man who can't resist temptation.
I couldn't help myself when the old kuru brought out the parchment with the "warmth" magic formation engraved on it. It was a supplementary magic skill to help restore magic power, a skill that was tailor-made for me. This skill is somewhat like meditation, but there is a fundamental difference between it and meditation, that is, for all magicians, "warmth" is a chicken-hearted magic skill, far more people do not learn it than learn it, and there are even many human magic colleges that do not even offer classes on this kind of magic, because this magic skill is against the magic pool of human magicians. orc wizard's magic core, and the properties of an elf wizard's magical heart. This skill requires a great deal of mental energy to support it and has side effects.
To put it simply, it is a skill that speeds up the recovery of magic, and it is a skill that relies on proficiency to progress. There are ten levels in total, with a ten per cent enhancement to the recovery of magic at level one, and a ten per cent increase at each subsequent level. At level ten, it is exactly 100 per cent, which may seem very powerful. But skill proficiency relies on the moment when new magical power is spawned in the body after the magic is depleted for the skill to grow in proficiency.
However, this is a problem, after having a magic pool to become a wizard, the speed of magic recovery is directly related to the amount of magic power equivalent that the wizards' magic pool holds and their mental power, so how to calculate how big a wizard's magic pool actually is, in fact, very simple, is to release magic, a bit of a stretch. The problem is that if the pool of magic is depleted, it will damage the wizard's mental energy, which means that if you want to upgrade the "Warmth" skill, you have to repeatedly deplete the magic pool in your body, which is a fatal disadvantage. No magician would damage his or her spiritual power to upgrade the "Warmth" skill. No magician would damage his or her mental energy just to practice the recovery speed of a secondary skill.
I don't have a pool of magic in my body, only the depletion of magic in my pool or core will cause damage to my spiritual power.
I don't know why Kulu always had all sorts of parchment rolls around, but I came to see him in private to talk about it.
I held my tongue for a while and finally got up the courage to say my request, even though I knew how unreasonable it was, but I wanted to take my chances, and my head kept flashing to Gogo-san's stunning breasts and the exquisite set of magic patterns on her belly before I said so to Old Kulu: "Teacher, I want to learn magic patterns, and I want to be an inscriber."
"Wow!" Old Kulu's voice jumped a little, and the inexplicable smile on his face kind of made me bristle.
"You've only just mastered an elementary spell and you're like a baby who can't even stand still, clamouring to learn how to run." Old Kuru chuckled.
I still held my ground, "But I'd like to learn, really."
"If that's the case, then fine. If you can do three things well, then I can promise to help you and push you along your path as an inscriber." Old Kulu was silent for a long time before he agreed, my legs were sore from standing beside him, sometimes I even thought Old Kulu was omnipotent, what a thick thigh!
I was a bit surprised, I had envisaged all sorts of answers from Old Kulu and was really cheered up, but I was also worried that he would put me off by asking for something I would not be able to do.
With some trepidation I said to Old Crew, "I promise you, teacher."
"Well then, my demands are not difficult. First, you are to memorise all the magical herbs on top of these sheepskins before I return to the tribe, which you have not done very well lately, and I think you could have memorised more. Secondly, you are to learn Fred's leatherworking. Thirdly, you are to learn Potions. If you can do these three things well and to my satisfaction before the caravan reaches the Gurudin tribe on the Pai plateau, I will grant you this request."
Old Kuru finished, waved his hand to lift the magic shroud and walked out of the tent without looking back.
"Oh, Sensei, I will do it."
I was a little dizzy, it wasn't that the three requests were so hard, but wasn't this what the hell I had been doing? What the hell was this old man thinking, was he trying to teach me to be an alchemist and a leatherworker first, then go on to study to be an inscriber, to be a good third student in moral and intellectual development, or to be a schoolmaster in magic?
Kurtz stood behind me with his head shrunken, seeing the old kuru walking away. He rushed over to find a handful of wild peppercorns from the cloth bag where the herbs were stacked and quickly stuffed them into his arms. I looked at his soiled, tumbled fur coat with a bit of a toothache and a look of disgust. Naturally Kurtz didn't mind; he had told me privately that he was considered the cleanest young lad in the tribe. With the magic cover removed, the cold wind poured in from outside, chilling me a little.
The leather tube trousers I had taken the liberty of resizing looked good, but they were nowhere near as cold as the old ones, and I laughed a little to myself at the fact that I had finally punked myself a little by being clever.
"Ja, why are you suddenly learning that?" Kurtz said as he came over and fiddled with my wolf bone buttons, looking very curious and looking like he wanted to sniff them, I nonchalantly pushed his meaty head away and he said to me with a smirk, "You smell like a woman, let's see, oh it must be that female wizard, you must have hugged her."
"Please! Don't talk nonsense, Sister Gogo hugged me in the tent because of the hailstorm yesterday." I had no choice but to explain, otherwise Cuz would have told Uncle Fred as a joke and then it would have seemed like the whole caravan knew about it overnight. There was a lack of light-hearted conversation in the caravan after this boring rain, and the slightest whisper of it was portrayed in all sorts of different versions. My hurriedly digressed and asked Kurtz, "You know about the Inscriptionist?"
I didn't know how to say inscriptionist in Orcish, which was a phrase spoken in Imperial.
Kurtz, however, nodded matter-of-factly and told me in Orcish, "We Orcs call an 'Inscriptionist' a 'Weaver of Laws'."
I imitated Kurtz's odd pronunciation as he took advantage of my inattention to yank off the decorative wolf bone button from the hem of his bodice with his sharp nails, a quick movement, but one that I was strangely able to feel, though my eyes didn't follow, I could clearly feel him yanking it off with the claw of his left hand. I tugged at his open leather jacket and looked at him without saying anything.
Kurtz smiled and held out his palm in front of me, returning the wolf bone button and saying to me like a puppy wagging its tail, "Ja, you're so handy. Make me some too."
"Well, we'll have to find some wind wolf finger bones first, these are from Uncle Fred, he should still have them!" I said uncertainly, Uncle Fred would be over at the dance with his little concubine at this time. I'm not sure that Uncle Fred would be over at the dance at this time sharing that hot packet of chestnuts with his little mistress.
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