Mage's Secret

The study room was a mess, with three walls full of bookcases reaching the ceiling, most of the books were thrown on the floor, a ladder with rollers was stopped in the middle of the room, and the room was full of scrolls or half-open scrolls, and a mess A parchment used for calculations, with notes and quirky patterns written on it.

The large windows were completely covered by thick curtains, the magic lamps and candles were not lit, and the whole room looked dark and unclear. The magic clock hanging on the wall showed that the time was already seven o'clock in the evening.

The owner of the study, Traphael, was sitting on the chair in front of the desk, leaning against the back of the chair, with his hands crossed in front of his lower abdomen, his expression couldn't be seen clearly in the dim room.

He has been in this position all day.

He encountered a very serious problem, and his research reached a bottleneck.

Trafael's full name is Trafael Sterling, and he is a space instructor.There are not few spellcasters on the mainland, but there are not many mages. Not every mage can be called a high priest. Only those who have studied a certain faction to a certain height can be awarded this honor.For every mage, this is a very remarkable achievement.

However, it is not enough.He is just one of the magicians, so-called one means that he is not yet the top.

Every mage is a profound scholar, and they always want to delve deeper into the fields they are good at.That knowledge is an incomparable treasure to them, and no mage can be satisfied with the knowledge he has acquired—if they didn't have such a hunger for knowledge, then they wouldn't have become mages in the first place.

But Traphael is not only thirsty for knowledge, he is also eager for fame and status.

Trafael was born in a poor area of ​​a big city. He had one sister and one brother. His father was a hopeless gambler and alcoholic. The main income of the family of five was his mother's laundry and menial work .

In his childhood memory, he never saw his father sober. He always lost everything outside and then went home after getting drunk.Then, the nightmare began.

Father would say unbearable and vulgar insults, pick up anything at home and beat people when he saw someone at home—in Traphael’s earliest memory, he was whipped with a belt, and the belt was probably lost later, and after that My father sometimes used a broom or mop and sometimes a spatula. He tried to smash it with a stool, but swinging the stool was too much for him, and he gave up after only one attempt.

My mother is a weak person, she never tried to resist her father or make some other efforts, she only cried secretly after being beaten and scolded.She was afraid of her father and would never protect her children. Traphael always remembered that once he was standing next to his mother, his father came towards them waving the branches he picked up at the intersection.Then, his mother pushed him from behind.

The branch hit him hard, and he saw his mother hurriedly hid in the corner of the room as if she had let go.He wanted to escape, but was kicked to the ground by his father. He could only curl up and hug his head, crying helplessly like a boiled shrimp.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his older brothers and sisters walked away from his father indifferently while his father was beating him, and escaped.

No one can save him.

Trafael's only memories of childhood are beatings and scars.These pains are not only from the father.

Since the family income is always beyond their means, it means that there is very little food available.He is the youngest child and the one who gets the least amount of food, and sometimes even the meager food is taken away by his elder brother or sister.

Because of starvation and severe malnutrition, Trafael grew up very thin and was always bullied by other children in the ghetto.The so-called bullying means snatching and beating.Children who live at the bottom of life take more pleasure in bullying the weak.

He didn't dare to go out, because if he didn't avoid those peers who were a little stronger than him in the slums, it would mean that there would be a beating that he couldn't resist.Sometimes when I’m hungry, I’ll sneak out, leaning against the corner with my ears and eyes wide open, carefully avoiding groups of children, and then go to the back door of the restaurant in the city to grab some discarded cats and dogs from the stray cats and dogs. Leftovers.

Trafael was always in fear, he was afraid of his father, his mother, his older brothers and sisters, and the peers around him.But what he was most afraid of were those well-dressed and elegantly behaved people in the downtown area.

Some of those people were nobles, some were businessmen or other rich people, but in Traphael's eyes, they were all devils who wanted to kill people.

The back door of the restaurant he often goes to is in a small alley at the junction of the urban area and the bustling area.In the past, there were only a few old stray dogs there, but one day, a few young stray dogs arrived.As soon as they went, they designated those places as their own territory, completely breaking the balance of a piece.They were especially vicious, and drove off the old dogs that had been there, as well as the thin Traphael.

In order to avoid their chasing and biting, Traphael rushed to the street in a panic.

A street in the bustling area where residents of the slums are expressly prohibited.

He fell by the side of the road, his legs weak with hunger.Although no one told him about the rules here, he knew that he shouldn't come here. People around him looked at him as if they saw something disgusting, which made him uneasy. Living in a violent environment for a long time made him have a premonition of danger. Getting more sensitive.The strong sense of crisis made him struggle to stand up, and he wanted to retreat to the alley before—even if there were ferocious wild dogs in it, it was probably safer than here.

But he only had time to stand up and carefully walk two steps towards the alley, when he heard a hysterical scream from a woman beside him - he accidentally walked beside a gorgeously dressed lady.

He just walked up to her and didn't bump into her, but that didn't stop the young lady from feeling offended.She was wearing a white dress with complex and gorgeous folds, and her well-maintained skin was white and smooth.

Before this, Traphael had never seen such a beautiful woman.He understood that at this time, his clothes were ragged, and his body was covered with dust and mud. Compared with him, his feeling was more than simple shame.He hastily apologized, fearing that he would stain her long skirt, so he wanted to leave quickly.

But he heard the beautiful lady yelling in a high-pitched voice, "Catch him!"

The lady's entourage approached him, and he knew all too well what might happen next.He tried to run away, but was immediately caught and pinned to the ground.Because of fear, he kept trembling and begging for mercy, but his fists and feet still hit him hard.

He was usually beaten more often than he ate. Based on his experience, he tried to curl up to protect his vitals, thinking that he could just get through it, but he forgot that the fists and feet of his father or the children in the slums were completely different from those of these entourages.

The former just hit until they feel tired, and they don't have much stamina.The latter has to hit the satisfaction of his employer, and the strength is much greater.

Traphael's eyes turned black, he felt that his body had been completely smashed, he guessed that he might have died, but he could still hear himself groaning faintly.He could hear the lady still angrily yelling "Kill this damned bastard", the pain in his body seemed to have accumulated to the extreme that he could perceive, and he couldn't feel it even if it increased, which made him never A little rejoicing came out of despair.