"What's going on with that kid's head?"

As soon as Colin opened the door of the church's front hall, he saw the bandages and gauze on the little devil's head brought back yesterday. He turned to look at Princess Morvais who stayed yesterday: "Dear Margaret, can you

Can you help me clarify my doubts?"

So this young lady explained the reason why Marin's head was covered with a turban.

"You said that this boy took blood from that girl's tail. Ignorant people are really fearless." Colin shook his head. He felt that with the cat-man's temper, this boy's life was already a gift from God:

"He must have been beaten."

"No, he was bitten." The young lady smiled and shook her head, indicating that Colin's guess could not come true.

"Bite, pfft." The young person in charge of Carterburg District almost laughed out loud - Pansio cat-man larvae usually fight back when they are threatened, from picking up the guy riding beside them to

There are many ways to do it directly, but if conditions permit, it is not unacceptable to use words.

Of course, holding one's head and chewing it is not a 'courtesy' that everyone can get. Usually, those who can be chewed by larvae holding their heads are mostly their relatives or friends. In counterattacks and doubts, the larvae will first rely on

The instinct is to bite back, and then decide whether to take a second bite or give up the follow-up attack based on the actual situation.

"Speaking of which, how did this kid get his sister to forgive him?" Colin looked curiously at the kid lying on his sister's lap. The two children were just sitting and lying on the sofa, which made him an only child.

Colin was a little envious.

"Using the interest advanced by the bonus and the third-party use rights of the deposit card, he is a good brother in the true sense." The young lady replied.

"Yes, he is a good brother." Colin smiled, and then walked towards the kid in his eyes: "Ma Lin, the spell check will start in half an hour. What type of spell do you hope you can have a high affinity with?

Woolen cloth."

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Marin turned his head and looked at the person in charge in front of him. The technique affinity he mentioned was naturally the classification of various types of techniques made by professionals in this world.

First of all, in ancient times, spells were divided into six categories: light and darkness, wind and fire, water and earth.

Later, spells were divided according to type into blessing, curse, strengthening, evocation, assistance and protection.

Among them, the blessing, strengthening and protection spells are the most retained in the church, while the curse and evocation spells are more common in the guild, and the auxiliary spells are too common in both the church and the guild.

Lots of saves.

To be honest, after confirming that he has the talent of being immune to mind control spells, what Marin hopes most is to gain affinity with blessing and protection spells - to be able to build the thickest armor, to be able to withstand the most severe beatings, and to have

Only when you have your life can you qualify to wander. If your life is gone, you will naturally be unable to wander.

In the classification of spells in this world, blessing and curse, strengthening and protection, plasticity and assistance are in conflict. Blessing and protection, strengthening and assistance, curse and plasticity are corresponding. In other words, if you obtain

Affinity for one series of spells necessarily means non-affinity for another series of spells.

Of course, Marin can't guarantee which type of spell he is compatible with, and according to the spell introduction books he has read before, there will always be about seven unlucky ones out of ten professionals who cannot use the spell.

Yes, these people make up the entire middle and lower levels of the professional system, and the remaining 30%, as long as they are friendly, talented, and lucky, most of them can survive to the end and become the middle and upper levels of the system, or even the top level.

As a human being, Marin thinks it is better to have some dreams. After all, the world is so dangerous and it is not comfortable to live as cannon fodder.

Of course, then again, no matter how dangerous it is, can it be as dangerous as the world of 40K?

When he thought of this, Marin felt that there was still some hope in life. If he were reincarnated in the world of 40K, he would really cry like a bastard who had his toes stepped on - there were too many inhuman beings in 40K, so much so that...

A company commander like Papa Smurf is not necessarily a terrifying existence that Marin can face.

It’s better here. Steampunk, at first glance, is full of historical and historical things. The four words “multi-riveted steam steel” are all things that Marin has read in books or seen with his own eyes.

Even the ones that hold the magic affinity test potion are those thick and thick metal bucket cups.

I wonder if this amount is a bit too much.

When Marin thought this, the man in charge poured out a small cup and handed it to Marin: "It's very bitter. Do you need candy?"

What are you talking about? I am an elite social worker in Greater China, but I still have a bitter pill that I can’t drink?

With this thought, Marin raised his neck and drank the potion.

Really... Ma Lin's face almost wrinkled up. This stuff was more bitter than Huanglian and gall together. Although he had never drunk such a mixture, the bitter feeling in his heart made Ma Lin

Lin almost vomited.

None of the medicines he had taken since childhood made Marin want to vomit.

"It's very powerful, Marin. You didn't vomit after the first sip." The young lady commented at the side.

Marin turned his head and glanced at the young lady, a little confused as to why she said that.

"Well... Under normal circumstances, a child as young as you will have to vomit at least four to five times before he can get used to the taste. This is the first time I've seen someone like you who doesn't react after one bite." The person in charge said.

Sighing, he put the small bucket cup in his hand on the table, "Here, touch these stone slabs one by one, they will be able to detect your affinity with the technique."

I told you earlier, I just swallowed it all!

Marin rolled his eyes.

"I have always wanted to mention to the Archbishop that the name Test Slate is too popular. As something that can change a child's life destiny, we should call it the Destiny Slate... Wow..." The young lady looked at Marin.

When I touched the first stone slab, I sighed at the red light emitted by the stone slab: "It is the affinity of the plasticity spell."

"According to the ten-point spectrum measuring instrument, seven points is a good score. Many professionals who are friendly and friendly will not get seven points in their lives. Continue, Mr. Marin, your destiny has changed. Now let's

Let's see how many twists and turns fate has paved for you." The person in charge put down the face-covering measuring instrument that he had placed in front of him.

Marin put his hand on the second stone slab, but there was no light: "There is no light." Marin was a little regretful.

"Eight points, the flames of nether energy are burning in my sight." But the man in charge on one side held up the measuring instrument and sighed: "Curse spell, my child, it seems that the church is not suitable for you."

"But at least all the tests must be completed." The young lady said in an encouraging tone: "Mr. Marin, come on, continue."

So Marceau put his hand on the third stone slab. For a moment, Marin felt like he was blooming, and the illusion of flowers appeared on the stone slab.

"Auxiliary technique... nine points?" Putting down the all-metal measuring instrument, the person in charge looked confused. He looked at Marin, then turned to look at the young lady: "Maybe we need to replace the measuring instrument?"

So the test was interrupted, and the man in charge went to get two new testers. In addition to him and the young lady, one each, there was also an old man with gray temples but no beard who walked into the test room. He raised the tester.

Considered a bad instrument.

"Repeat the test on the third tablet."

Marin repeated.

"Eight and a half minutes." The man in charge was stunned on the spot.

"Nine points." The young lady said with vibrato.

"Nine points." The old man put down the measuring instrument: "Please continue, child."

So Marin put his hand on the fourth stone slab.

"Protective technique, two points." This time, the man in charge was a little relieved: "Finally something is normal." He sighed.

"Two and a half minutes." After saying this, the young lady put down the instrument and looked at the man in charge.

"Two and a half minutes, Colin, the instrument in your hand is half a point short." The old man put down the instrument and looked at the person in charge.

It turns out that the man in charge is called Colin.

But what does the two-and-a-half-minute protection spell mean? Marin pursed his lips. It seemed that there was nothing he could do with the heaviest armor.

"Go on, dear Mr. Marin." Colin, the person in charge, pursed his lips.

So Marin put his hand on the fifth stone slab.

"Strengthen, one point?" Mr. Colin turned to look at his companion.

"That's one point." The young lady nodded.

"Yes, one point, it seems that our Mr. Marin is a bit biased, but no matter what, seven points of evocation, eight points of curse and nine points of assistance are enough to make you a very powerful professional.

Congratulations, the child favored by fate." The old man smiled and nodded to Marin.

"So, do we still need to conduct a final test?" Marin looked at the old gentleman and asked.

"Why not? At least we should fill in all the blanks on this test paper, right?" the old man replied with a smile.

So Marin withdrew his hand from the fifth slate, then looked at the last slate and pressed his hand on it.

In an instant, warm white light flooded the entire testing room, and before Marin could understand it, the white light disappeared, and the stone slab on which his palm was pressed had cracked.

Mr. Colin, who was holding the tester, was stunned for a long time before he put down the instrument he was holding. He looked at the old man: "Is the slate broken?"

"Change the slate." The old man glanced at the instrument in his hand: "Go get the slate yourself."

So Mr. Colin ran out quickly.

At this time, the young lady raised her hand: "I don't think... it's like the slate is broken."

"Why?" The old man turned to look at her.

"I, I fell down yesterday and my knee hurt a little, but it's fine now." After the young lady finished speaking, she looked at Marin with a hesitant expression: "This child... maybe he is really a child favored by fate.

"

The old man didn't answer or refute, he just turned his head, moved his neck, and finally waited in silence for a new slate.

"This is a measuring slate used by professionals. It can withstand greater psychic energy." He said this while placing the slate in front of Marin: "Come on, kid, give this a try."

Marin put his hand on the new stone slab.

Once again, a warm light appeared in the test chamber. This time the stone slab did not crack. The light lasted for about a minute and finally began to dissipate.

Mr. Colin put down the tester he was holding: "Ten...ten?"

"Ten points." The old man put down the tester in his hand: "My teeth don't hurt anymore."

The young lady put down the instrument: "Eight points of curse, ten points of blessing, this is how... how... such a blessing from the goddess." The young lady was a little stuck, but thanks to Mr. Colin: "What a favor."

"You kid is really amazing. There are real geniuses and really lucky people in this world, and you are one of them." The old man looked at Marin: "Kid, are you willing to learn from me?"

Marin thought for a while and finally nodded: "I feel very honored. May I ask your name, sir."

"Hoffmann Schellindall, Archbishop of the Catburg Diocese, you will be the last apprentice I teach." The old man walked to Marin and put his hand on Marin's head: "I will guide you to

The way to the greater good.”
Chapter completed!