[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Ace really didn't expect that he would break through in this situation, although he has no time to think about it now.He quickened his pace, quickly returned to the caravan, closed his eyes and entered meditation.

No matter how high your magical talent is or how bright your future is, if you want to formally embark on the practice of magic, you must first break through the rank of magic apprentice and reach the level of magician.Even though the magic apprentice is just the most basic level, there are many geniuses who stop at this level.

You cannot become a magician, even if you have excellent abilities, the door of magic will not be opened for you.Ace has seen with his own eyes that many ambitious people stop at this threshold all their lives. No matter how much time they spend working hard and how many rare treasures they invest, this door has never been opened to them.Until death, these people who pursue magic all their lives are just magic apprentices.

Exactly what caused their failure, Ace doesn't know.But for him, this is also a place to be vigilant.Even if he has a strong talent in his past and present lives, and now he still has past experience and huge spiritual power as a foundation, Ace still dare not take his advancement lightly-if it is still water, maybe he can be full of confidence and xiong He is successful, but now he has become a magician of the light system. Without the reference of classics, let alone the guidance of a mentor, his future magic practice is likely to rely entirely on his own ideas...

—However, experience is always better than no experience.Through a long period of meditation recently, Ace has vaguely touched that threshold.Over time, it is not very difficult to break through it.

But he never thought that it would be so easy... It was just a dance, why did he suddenly break through?

...Could it be that there is really a god watching him from the sky?

This idea just flashed by, and was immediately denied by Ace himself.Magic doesn't even exist on this continent, god?They are simply idols worshiped by mortals.Even Padiamon himself said that he hadn't felt a response from the gods for decades.

Now in Ace's body, a huge project is unfolding.In the state of meditation, the world of elements is clearly displayed in front of his eyes - light elements are continuously entering his body, and begin to gather spontaneously, gradually condensing into pure magic power.

The root of a magician's power is "magic power".Although the elements that Ace absorbed before are also called magic power, they are just a mess of scattered sand, doing their own thing, and of course using magic has no effect.But now they resonate and are tightly combined, like ceramics fired with sand and soil, becoming a whole.

He was finally... back in the magical world.

Complicated emotions flashed by, Ace exited the state of meditation, and reopened his eyes.Candles were already lit in the caravan. The light was not strong, but it just illuminated the entire carriage.The old man Paddy Amon was sitting by the window, and when he opened his eyes, he smiled at him in a timely manner.

"Bayor found me," the priest said meaningfully, "tell me that something is wrong with you—it hurts to see his face."

Ace: "...it's Bashir not Bayor thank you."

"It doesn't matter, these people have similar names anyway-are you feeling better now?"

Ace looked at him blankly: "It looks like you really want to try?"

"...I have long seen that you are unusual, Emerald."

The priest decisively changed the subject, and said with emotion: "From the day you were carried back, I can tell... your green eyes are shining like gems, so I named you this."

Ace's heart moved, remembering the strange power he felt when he was dancing, and asked tentatively: "So, my name is different from other people's?"

"How could it be the same?" The priest waved his hand and said triumphantly, "This represents your essence, their names are just random names..."

……Nature?Ace frowned slightly.He could see no symbolic meaning in the name other than knowing that he was French.If it is said that the dormant power comes from blood, he is neither Egyptian nor gypsy, so where can that power come from?

Recalling it carefully, it seems that this power suddenly appeared after he exercised vigorously... and after it spontaneously wandered through the body for a week, the slight discomfort after the exercise disappeared...

Does it appear specifically to eliminate fatigue?Asbestos was puzzled.But what is certain is that the composition of that energy is very different from that of magic.

Shaking his head, Ace decided to put the question aside for now.Feeling the magic power flowing in his body, he asked casually, "If I remember correctly, did you say you wanted to teach me something before?"

"It's not the time yet." The priest changed his sitting position and said inscrutablely.

"We've arrived in Marseilles now, my lord."

"That's right, that's right, don't you feel a little tired?" The priest shrugged and stood up, "In order not to disturb you, I have to sit here and doze off. If you don't plan to sleep, hurry up Give me the bed."

Ace got off the bed, put on his shoes, and put on a coat again: "I can't sleep now-I want to sit outside first."

"Go, as long as you remember to come back." The priest said, blowing out the candle.

Ace couldn't help feeling puzzled until he got out of the car.Although Paddy Amon always liked to put on an inscrutable look, but there were not many times when he said something like just now... He seemed to be implying something to himself?

...But if it is really a hint, the words are too vague...

Ace picked a direction at random and started walking in the middle of the night.He purposely staggered away from the tents, convoys, and guarded fires, and walked towards a quieter place.

Even under the night, the outline of the towering mountains in the distance can be clearly reflected in the eyes.Occasionally, a cool breeze blows, and a smell of the sea lingers in the air... Marseille is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with the sea on one side, and a city wall built decades ago guards the port.Ace is not very interested in the city here, he plans to take a walk near the city wall and then turn back.

In any case, dying once and then coming back to life on a strange continent had a great impact on Ace.On the continent of Marris, no matter where he goes, there are always countless magic books for him to read.Ace, who has been living in a favorable environment and whose meaning of existence seems to be to pursue magic, never imagined that he would be happy to accept the life he has today.

He once partnered with mercenaries, hunted ferocious monsters in the forest, and dressed in fancy clothes, talking and laughing with people at palace banquets... No matter what time he was, he was always a calm, elegant, and noble water magician, Ma The "Glory of Water" on the continent of Reiss.However, when he was still "Water Glory", he never danced or walked like today...

——And, it feels pretty good.

The corners of Ace's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.He stretched his arms behind his head and mopped the headband still attached to it.Susan is indeed a lovely girl, so even if it is for the hair tie she contributed, he has to take good care of it for her...

……close!

Ace turned around calmly, ready to cast magic at any time.At some point behind him, there were already a few shadows following him.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and recognized two of the faces he had seen before—the sailors who pestered Susan and the others by the campfire.

These people seemed to be drunk, and they walked crookedly, as if they were still at sea.Seeing him stop, the person at the head took two steps forward and said with a smile, "Why are you here alone...beauty..."

"Bernie, is this the pretty girl you mentioned?" Someone behind him mocked, "I think this is obviously a kid!"

"What do you know, Oliver, boy...what's the difference between a boy and a girl, anyway, they are all dirty people." The sailor named Bernie said, and spit out a few more dirty words.

Ace didn't intend to entangle with this group of people, frowned in disgust, and planned to bypass them and go back to the camp.However, a sailor swayed and blocked his way, Se Mimi said: "Where are you going? Why don't you go back with me..."

"Put your head in the sea and wash it before talking to me." Ace said coldly.The sailors burst out laughing, and mocking voices came out: "Did you hear what he said, Bernie? This kid told us to wash our heads in the sea!"

"I think it's better to strip him naked and wash him in the sea..."

While talking, they surrounded Ace.The sailor who blocked Ace looked less drunk, but not much better.He took two steps closer and tried to put his hands on Ace's shoulders: "Follow us honestly, I ask you, a brat who has never seen the world, to open your eyes..."

However, he was caught off guard by a stream of water falling from the sky, and shivered with a scream: "Who did it!"

"I advise you to get out of the way quickly." Ace raised his arms and said coldly, "Otherwise... I will let you taste the taste of soaking in the sea and taking a bath."