Chapter 4: Magic Idiot

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  Klack was satisfied with the child's reaction, looked at the crystal ball in his hand: "Come on, let me see your talent. I promised your father to teach you, but the premise is that you must have magical talent, otherwise..."

  "What should I do?"

  "Put your hands on the crystal ball and hold it tightly. Then, try to think of something in your heart, happy or angry, whatever. In short, use everything possible to stir up your emotions." Clark also replied with a cold tone: "Let me see your talent."

  Du Wei fell silent and took two steps forward, his hands caressing the crystal ball, gripping it tightly. His palms felt cool, but very smooth.

  "Focus your mind, begin now... Think of the thing that has left the deepest impression on you. Anger or joy..." Clark's serious voice sounded in Du Wei's ear.

  Du Wei closed his eyes and began searching through his memories...

  Clarke gazed at the crystal ball in his hand, where a faint light began to emanate from it. The light was initially dim, but quickly grew brighter and brighter!

  The proud magician's mouth corner also couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise, he looked at the crystal ball in his hand, then looked again at the little Du Wei in front of him, and couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound.

  Du Wei's feelings at this moment were not very good, he felt his heart racing, vaguely recalling past events... He had inexplicably come to a world where everything before - ideals, dreams, life, pursuits, everything - had become empty! The longer he stayed in this world, the more adapted he became, and the memories of the past gradually faded away... Although human memory always declines with time, which is a normal phenomenon, it still made Du Wei feel very sad, really very sad...

  Zhuangzi dreamed of a butterfly, but when he woke up, he couldn't tell whether he was Zhuangzi who had dreamed of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi.

  Du Wei's breathing gradually became urgent, the crystal ball seemed to have a divine power that slowly amplified his inner emotions. His heart pounded, making him feel an inexplicable discomfort, as if his chest was being squeezed by something...

  At last, a cold large hand was placed on his head, and immediately a cool sensation rushed down from the crown of his head, forcibly cooling down Du Wei's already feverish brain.

  "Alright, my child." Clark's voice was indifferent, but he had already changed his address from "kid" to "my child", enough to prove that the magician was still satisfied with Duwei's talent.

  "Not bad... I'd say, quite impressive. You're just a child under six years old, but your magical talent is already comparable to that of an apprentice magician. Your spiritual power is almost twice that of an ordinary person. Considering your age... I'm very satisfied with your talent." The proud magician even had a hint of a smile on his face.

  Is spiritual power strong? Du Wei's heart is bitterly smiling. This is probably because he has gone through "reincarnation" and still retains the memories of his previous life. It's like a person having the spiritual power of two lifetimes.

  Klack the wizard put away the crystal ball, then he pointed at Du Wei to sit down: "Now I need to test the second item of talent...I will teach you a little bit of the most basic magic, I need you to concentrate and meditate, feel the power of nature, and then tell me what you sensed."

  Du Wei carefully remembered a spell that Clark had said, the simple and ancient pronunciation, which was even more mysterious.

  "Focus your mind and concentrate your spirit. This is a crucial stage, whether or not you can become a magician... Many people with more talent than you have failed to pass this stage."

  "What should I do?" Du Wei frowned.

  "You don't have to do anything. Just silently recite the mantra, let your heart think, feel and perceive the surroundings with your heart, cold, hot or sound, anything is fine. It's not difficult."

  Du Wei sat down and naturally assumed a cross-legged sitting position. This posture made Clarke feel fresh. Then the magician took out an hourglass from under his gray robe and placed it aside to calculate the time...

  The fine sand flowed, and Xiao Duwei sat quietly for a long time. Finally, he opened his eyes, hesitated for a moment: "Master Fashi..."

  "Oh? What did you feel?"

  "I... " Du Wei said somewhat helplessly: "I feel hungry."

  “……”

  Klerk was somewhat disheartened by this answer. Apparently, although the child had excellent magical talent, he did not have a delicate heart that could sense the world.

  The size of magic is important, but it's not the only standard. Spiritual power can also be gradually improved through meditation and effort after birth. Those with innate spiritual power are just a little higher than others at the starting line.

  But whether you can feel the magical elements in nature is the most crucial point!

  Klack had taught several magical apprentices, even those whose magical talents were not as good as Little Duwei's, but there was no lack of excellent talent among them. One of them, when he first experienced this test, stood up in less than half a sandglass and stretched out his palm, with a small flame emerging from his fingertips. Later that student majored in fire magic.

  Another apprentice, when going through this pass, could already hear the sound of the wind in the sky. Later that child majored in Wind System Magic.

  Klack's most outstanding student, when he first passed this level, sat down to think, and the water in a vase in the room floated up, condensed into a fist-sized water ball, and refused to disperse!

  To sum it up, people who are truly gifted to become magicians will have all sorts of strange visions when they first go through this trial! But Duwei young master, who seemed to have a natural talent for magic, didn't seem to have even the slightest awareness.

  All I can say is... he's just not cut out to be a wizard.

  "What a pity, the innate spiritual power bestowed upon him by the gods. If he could pass the test, then with his spiritual power, he would have started higher than others." Clark felt a little regretful in his heart, but soon, the proud magician dispelled his own regret.

  Hmph, what's the use of having a bit more spiritual energy? It's like fighting, the person with more strength isn't necessarily going to win against someone with less strength. Just like how an ox has great strength, but it's not a match for a leopard.

  It's just... what a pity.

  When he saw Mr. Clarke's gloomy face coming out of the room, the Earl, who had been waiting outside for a long time, already knew the result.

  As expected...

  "Earl, I'm afraid your son doesn't have the makings of a magician. It seems the gods haven't chosen him. Perhaps you should find another field for him to excel in." Clark couldn't help but add: "Forgive my impertinence... In my 36 years of studying magic, I've never seen anyone like your son..."

  Here is the translation:

  At this point, Clark Master sighed and didn't even say goodbye before turning around to leave. However, after taking two steps, he suddenly seemed to remember something: "Oh, if you really want him to become a magician... I suggest you can let him choose potion magic. After all, a potioneer is also a kind of magician."

  Having said that, Master Clark waved his hand and scattered a handful of golden powder. Then his body disappeared in a burst of flames.

  The earl fell into a thoughtful mood, his face gloomy. At this time, Du Wei walked out of the room and quietly looked at the Earl.

  Raymond exchanged a brief glance with his son, heaved a sigh and said nothing, but the disappointment on his face was beyond words.

  "...In thirty-six years, I have never seen a son like yours..."

  Huh, such... what? Such an idiot? Such a moron? Such a fool? Such a talentless person?

  The earl's desperate sigh from within his heart.

  But apparently, due to Clarke's pride, his unfinished sentence misled the Earl.

  What the magician actually meant was: a person with excellent magical talent but no sense of natural magic elements, such a contradictory combination.

  However, the result and fact ultimately led the Earl to conclude about his own son: "It seems that he is indeed an idiot."

  It has to be said that the two people, Russian scholar and Clarke's law teacher, who made ambiguous remarks due to caution or personality, also bear some responsibility for causing such misunderstandings!

  Although Du Wei didn't have the talent to become a magician, he was certainly no fool. On the contrary, due to his innate spiritual power being higher than that of ordinary people, it made him appear smarter than ordinary people. The advantage of spiritual power made him more energetic and have better memory than ordinary people.

  Such a person is now almost labeled with a "fool" hat!

  He began by convincing an excellent warrior that he had no talent for martial arts, then drove away a learned scholar, and finally disappointed a famous magician.

  As a result... all of these added together, making the entire imperial noble circle even more interested in this Rong Lin family's little white idiot. Even some nobles, when educating their own mischievous children, couldn't help but say something like "You can't be any dumber than that little white idiot from the Rong Lin family, right?" to motivate their kids.

  Du Wei was thus made into a negative teaching material.

  But where would this young master's future path lie? This question plagued every member of the Luo Lin family... except for Du Wei himself.