Wizard World On the south coast, in a village far away from the city, this place is isolated from the world. Even the wizard war decades ago did not affect the happy and stable life of the villagers here.
Boli is an ordinary child in this village. His daily life consists of digging out bird eggs with his friends and fishing in the river, lying under the shade of a tree and waving a small stick in his hand.
When others ask him what he is doing, Boli will answer them that he is performing witchcraft, and he will become an excellent wizard in the future, and their village will become rich by then.
The people in the village were honest and did not laugh at the child's dream, but they did not support him. They just thought it was a child's dream. The wizards and others had also heard of it. How could Boli be such a high-ranking person?
Not only the villagers, but also Boli himself felt that he was delusional and that he could not become a so-called wizard at all.
He also heard about wizards from his uncle who left the village to work outside. He heard that wizards could fly and could also perform cool witchcraft like fireballs, so he set his dream to become a wizard at that time.
As usual, Boli was waving branches blindly under a big tree in front of him as before, and after a few minutes, he lazily leaned against the tree.
From time to time, I would look back to the north, which was the "secret base" for all the children in the village. They were probably playing and playing there now.
But after watching for a while, Boli withdrew his envious gaze. Of course he wanted to go over and play together, but he couldn't go there for the sake of face. He had boasted about Haikou before that he would not go play with them at noon, but would practice witchcraft here and strive to become a wizard. The eyes of those friends at that time were still filled with admiration.
If he were to go there now, wouldn't it be a slap in his face?
For the sake of his own face and his child-like competitiveness, Boli resisted the urge to play in his heart and continued to lie under the roots of the big tree.
"Rust, rustle, rustle!" The sound of feet stepping on dead leaves sounded, and Boli jumped up as soon as his ears moved.
He picked up his own "Wizard's Staff" and started dancing in the air, muttering some words that he didn't understand.
He cannot let the people in the village find out that he is lazy here, otherwise, his Boli reputation will be ruined.
Those friends no longer looked at me with admiration.
After waving blindly for a few times, Boli stopped, pretending to have been practicing for a long time and turned his head inadvertently, intending to see who came here at noon to disturb the training of his future wizard.
When he looked back, Boli was confused. Behind him was a young man wearing a black cloak, who was about seven or eight years older than him. The most attractive thing about him was the gentle smile on his face. That smile seemed to be from the heart, carefree, and seemed to give people a strong sense of comfort. Even if the sky fell, nothing would happen.
"Who are you?" Boli asked curiously, "I have never seen you in the village."
"I'm from outside the village."
"Outside?" Boli's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "Then have you ever heard of a wizard?"
Boli gestured with his hands excitedly, "It's the kind of wizard who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, the kind of wizard who can release very powerful witchcraft..."
The young man in black robe showed a smile again and said softly, "I've heard of it, I am."
"That's you?"
"Of course."
But obviously, Boli did not believe what the other party said, but retorted, "Me too!"
In his mind, wizards were not like this at all, but mysterious, secretive and low-key. This boy was seven or eight years older than me, and he was so brazen that he was a wizard. How could such a person become a wizard?
Boli Just finished speaking, a voice came from his left side.
"Boli, what are you mumbling about alone?"
Boli looked back and saw that it was Uncle Karen who had returned from hunting.
He was about to reply, but Boli soon realized something.
Suddenly he looked back at the young man in black robe. He was not behind the big tree. From this angle, Uncle Karen should be able to see the young man in black robe standing in front of him.
But why did he still ask himself that he was talking to? Could it be that... this boy is really a wizard?
After Boli reacted, before he had time to ask his inner doubts, the young man in black robe took a step forward, stretched out his hand and pressed Boli's head.
Boli took a step back in fear, but the next second his body was frozen, and he watched helplessly as the opponent's thumb pressed on his forehead.
In a daze, Boli felt that there was something more in his head, and the figure of the young man in front of him gradually became blurred. In the end, he only saw the other person stuffing a stone into his hand and whispering.
"Work hard, we will meet again one day."
When Boli came back to his senses, the young man in black robe in front of him had disappeared. Boli climbed up the big tree and looked around, but there was no trace of him.
Above the village, the figure of Claire slowly appeared, took out the godhead, slowly held it, and then the Power of Faith in the godhead slowly flowed into Claire's body.
At this time, Claire's eyes began to change from brown to gold due to changes.
As the eyes change, Claire can see more and more information, and can see the original operating rules of the world more clearly.
At this time, several threads composed of the world Laws were pulled out from the void and connected to Boli below.
Seeing this, Claire smiled, and his plan worked.
So looking at Boli who was looking around in confusion below, the second grader muttered to himself, "The wheel of fate has begun to turn..."
At first Boli couldn't figure out what those extra things in his mind were, but at night, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he started to look through the extra things in his mind.
When I first read it, Boli still didn't understand what those things were about, but after reading it several times, I vaguely understood it.
So he started to learn according to the teachings above, and the stone he placed on the bedside also glowed brightly at this moment, gathering the surrounding energy and establishing an energy field suitable for cultivation around Boli.
When I woke up the next day, Boli felt that my body had changed, my thinking had become sharper, and my spirit had become better.
This also strengthened his determination to continue practicing what was in his mind. At noon, he was no longer bored, but sat down cross-legged under the big tree and practiced the Meditation Method given to him by Claire.
At the same time, Boli also had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe he could really become the legendary wizard...