Nietzsche had travelled to many different places on this continent. He experienced many wars. After becoming a great sorcerer, he coldly observed quite a lot of wars and secretly and elaborately gathered the statistics on the casualties, in which he found an anomaly that he had never noticed.
The death rate of the first-level warriors in the long-lasting fights was a little high. It was lower than that of the common warriors but significantly higher than that of the second-level and third-level warriors, which was disproportionate to the amount of power they had. For instance, in a war that had involved tens of thousands of people, the total death rate of the common warriors on both sides was thirty-five percents, and the death rate of the first-level warriors was twenty-two percent. anwhile, the death rate of the second-level warriors was seven percent and that of the third-level warriors was five percent.
There was obviously sothing unusual. As practitioners of the sa stage, the first-level warriors did not have an enormous difference in strength and skills compared to second-level warriors. Why was there such a great gap between the death rates? CrazyOle had been hunting for battlefields in the following years like a maniac. He learned a detail in his many observations: many well-skilled first-level warriors tended to get sick during long-lasting battles and suffered a lot from pain. Many even suffered from their previously recovered wounds again. This phenonon was easy to overlook on the battlefield. If the patients had a strong will and an outstanding body, then they would probably survive. And most of those who survived would luckily beco second-level warriors.
He followed the tracks and did more research. He found that second-level warriors always suffered so kind of physical discomfort before they ascended to the second level. People thought that was normal during training since a commoners body could not coordinate with the explosive strength and hence needed a great effort to overco the pain and fatigue so as to achieve the next level.
This opinion was not far from the truth. However, CrazyOle thought more and found the law behind it. It was simply a test that every body arts practitioner had to face. During the test, all potential flaws inside ones body broke out as pain and discomfort. Those who did not have a robust body would not pass it. If it happened on the battlefield, it could even prove to be fatal.
The first-level warriors fought on the front lines most of the ti. They were not noblen but rely commoners who had learned the body arts by chance and were therefore enlisted. They had to appear in the fiercest of fights, longing for military exploits to promote their rank. So, a higher death rate did not draw that much attention.
CrazyOle called this test the body purification. Since there were similar tests in learning magic, he reckoned that there must be so similarities between the two. He had taught all these to Bair. According to the research results Bair had provided, he helped Amon awaken the power of two sides and finally confird his theories in this boy.
Hearing CrazyOles story, Amon understood what had happened to him. He did not worry about himself any more. He was lucky since he did not have to pass this test on the battlefield. CrazyOle continued to tell him, You were supposed to pass this test before the disaster. I was worried about whether you could pass it in ti. Now that you have achieved the next step, I dont have to worry anymore.
Amon couldnt help but ask, What is this disaster you ntion? Isnt Maqis death a disaster? A lifelong neighbour being killed in front of his eyes, causing such a tempest in the town and setting his family in pain and misery, Amon had considered it as a huge disaster in his life.
Its not the ti for you to know it yet. You are facing another disaster. Youll soon have to leave Duc.
Leave? That is not allowed! Also, I am not a great sorcerer yet! And what about my father?
CrazyOle sighed, You dont have to worry about him, its useless to worry. Everyone has his fate, you have yours too. In fact, the mont you extracted the Gods Tear and that Judah Fayol claid that you gave it to Isis, youve been destined to receive punishnt from the kingdom.
Punishnt from the kingdom?
Dusti and Shog are playing innocent so that they wont bear the responsibility. Youve given the Gods Tear to Isis all by yourself! Now that Maria has reached the Isis Shrine and beco the Adoratrice, information about how she got it in Duc must have been spread.
The kingdom of Hittite cannot protest openly and ask for the Gods Tear, but the discontent wont just disappear. A miner discovered Gods Tear and gave it to the shrine of Ejypt instead of handing it over to the kingdom. This is a serious cri. How can the kingdom prevent similar smugglings from happening? They cant punish Rod Drick, so they can only pick you!
Amon frowned, How will they punish ?
They will charge you with so irrelevant cri, for example, violating so laws or oracles. You will be beheaded as a warning to the others! Its as evident as a fly on a bald head.
Amon gasped, Beheaded! When?
The ssage was probably sent even before Rod Drick left. But they would wait until the Adoratrices accession. Then they would send a commissioner to Duc. It should have taken them a bit more than two months. There is not much ti left! But dont worry. You wont be beheaded. I have so old friends here. I will make so arrangents for you to leave in advance. Now, you should get yourself ready for a long journey. Rember, dont tell anybody!
Amon was bewildered, Am I leaving Duc now? Leaving my dad and you He had never been away from his family for long. Suddenly hearing that he had to leave, he did not know what to do.
CrazyOle gave him an encouraging pat on his shoulder, You have to grow up one day, my boy. Ive taught you too much for a clerk in Duc. The world outside is large. Dont forget your promise to , solve the secret of the gods Dont concern yourself too much with the things here. I will arrange everything. You can co back when things have passed.
I can co back? Ah, thats better. But I
But you still have too many things to learn? I will record all my knowledge and give them to you. So the rest is upon you. I hope that one day you can not only discover the secret of the gods but also affirm and go through the path yourself. I dont want to misguide you. I have been on the wrong path since the beginning, and even if I could achieve the ninth level, there would be no way ahead. Now, I am going to give you three dos and donts. Please rember them well and dont ask why.
Amon was startled, but he still agreed, Please tell . I will keep them well in mind.
The three dos and donts from CrazyOle were very special
First, no matter how strong Amon would be in the future, he should not kill any person by his own hand. It was not that he shouldnt kill anybody, but he should try his best not to kill him directly. There was a big difference between the two. If he had to hurt any living thing, he should try his best to do it with minimal strength and will.
Second, no matter what disaster he might go through, he should try his best not to let the others hate him. If hatred was inevitable, then let more people be grateful to him, or adore him from the bottom of their hearts.
Third, if in certain circumstances, the first two points confused him, or they went against his belief, or he was facing a choice of life and death, such that he had to kill or to let others hate him, then he should just forget the first two as if they had never existed.
These three dos and donts were not hard to rember but were difficult for Amon to understand. Amon blinked and thought about it for a long ti. Since CrazyOle did not want him to ask why, he asked another question, You asked not to kill a person directly, so why have you killed Maqi by your own hands with such a powerful magic?
CrazyOle sighed. There was only deep resignation in his expression. Those are what I want you to do. For , it doesnt matter anymore My child, do you feel that these three dos and donts are familiar?
No. Its the first ti Ive heard them. I cant think of anything similar.
Its the first ti I have told them to soone else. Bair ntioned them in his last ssage, but he did not explain why. Amon, give your rod. Ive sothing to work on it.
CrazyOle avoided the topic. The rod was, of course, Amons fine iron stick. Amon gave it to CrazyOle. When he replayed todays conversation in his ho, his thoughts circled darkly around the coming disaster, but he had a slight curiosity at the sa ti.
He started to prepare for the journey quietly. There wasnt much to prepare since he did not even know where he would be going. He thought more about what his drunkard father would do after he left. He had to take the Aquaticore with him so he would leave the other twenty parangons for his father. That would be enough for him for the next few years. CrazyOle promised him that he would take care of his family, so he did not need to worry too much since he would co back one day.
The three dos and donts that CrazyOle had told him were first ntioned in the last ssage from Bair. But CrazyOle did not tell him about them when he told him about Bairs ssage for the first ti. So CrazyOle wasnt telling Amon everything. What else was he keeping from Amon?
Several days passed and Amon recovered from the illness. All pain and discomfort disappeared naturally. One night, Amon sat in his house and felt that every one of his muscles and pores were healthy and every breath was thoroughly strong. That was the body that really belonged to he himself, with which he could freely use the awakened power.
He had passed the body purification test, so he now was a second-level warrior. According to CrazyOle, Amon should now turn back to practising magic. Amon was planning to go to the Charcoal Forest, so he decided to drop in CrazyOles house to tell him the news and to hear his opinions about the practice of magic.
When he ca close to the entrance to CrazyOles courtyard, he found sothing unusual. There seed to be an invisible wall in front of the door, preventing him from going in. A voice rose right beside Amons ears when Amon tried to push this wall. Mister Nietzsche, is this boy outside the door the one you were talking about?
The voice ca from an old man. He was not from the town. Amon imdiately heard CrazyOles voice rise right beside his ears, Yes, Golier. Hes Amon.
So theres a guest called Golier in CrazyOles house. Amon had never heard of this na. The voices disappeared after those two phrases, and the wall was still there. Evidently, CrazyOle and Golier were having a conversation that they did not want Amon to hear. So Amon did not try to interrupt them. He stepped back and waited silently at a corner outside the courtyard.
What are they talking about? A while later, Goliers voice appeared abruptly. He cried with excitent, Nietzsche! Please dont offend my god to my face! I have my faith, my beliefs, my principles! Please stop talking about the prophecy of the disaster to !
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