Walking in the city, Aaron looked around curiously.
Even if it is a king's capital, the streets are inevitably messy, with garbage and cow and horse excrement piled up on the roadside, giving off a foul odor.
The streets were bustling, crowded with shirtless coolies or cart vendors selling fruits and vegetables.
There are stall owners wearing greasy aprons on the roadside selling various barbecues and snacks.
There are small businessmen selling ointments and various potions of unknown origin along the street.
A wooden fence not far away formed a circle, and inside were people strung up with hemp ropes, while slave traders outside were shouting loudly or bargaining with customers.
Occasionally, a few women with heavy makeup walked past. They were all wanderers from taverns and nearby hotels, openly soliciting customers on the street.
Aaron walked through a street and saw a huge square.
In one corner of the square, two guards maintained order and guarded a huge notice board.
There was a large circle of people surrounding the sign.
…
Aaron squeezed past and looked at the notice.
It says very simply, His Majesty the King wants to recruit a group of people with strange abilities.
Anyone can come forward and recommend themselves. At the end of the notice, it is also emphasized that the reward will be extremely generous!
"Attention, we are not recruiting court jesters this time. Don't think that you can get paid with a few magic tricks or sleight of hand!"
"This time, the king needs real 'power users', diviners, astrologers, wizards, druids... We only need people with real mysterious powers!"
A soldier hoarsely warned: "If you are a liar, you will taste the stinging whip..."
"What's wrong with the king?"
"Do wizards really exist?"
There were many people watching the excitement, but no one came forward. Instead, they talked about gossip and knowledge very eagerly, and at the same time secretly expected the real extraordinary person to appear.
"You all don't know. I can guarantee that the king summoned the ability users to deal with Earl Green Forest of the Green Forest, that green devil!"
A young man who looked like a prodigal boasted: "I heard that he has mastered the magic and can make trees come alive."
"No, it is said that he was a wizard who killed his brother and father with poison and inherited the title of earl."
Another aunt with a thick waist retorted.
"He is obviously a northern barbarian. He is three meters tall, can carry huge rocks, and needs to eat a cow, three sheep, and six children for one meal!"
Another voice came from the crowd, which made Aaron's face twitch.
He felt that his reputation was finished.
Although, vilifying the enemy in public opinion is originally a political necessity.
'And, is there really no local mysterious power in this world?'
Aaron thought for a while, then suddenly chuckled, took a step forward, and said to the soldier: "I am a wizard. I want to apply. Do I need to reveal the papers?"
"wizard?"
The crowd surrounding Aaron suddenly parted, revealing him.
The soldier looked at him suspiciously: "Are you really a wizard? His Majesty the King needs real ability users, not liars!"
"certainly!"
Aaron snapped his fingers.
Snap!
On his finger, a flame emerged.
Although his body is full of red spirituality, he also uses pure white ice as a seal, so it is not a problem to mobilize a little "dark" power.
"It's fire!"
"He released fire from his hands!"
"Wizard! Real wizard!"
The crowd suddenly became commotion, with people in the inner circle panicking and fleeing to the outside, while people outside were squeezing in, directly causing congestion.
"How is it? Am I qualified?"
Aaron took back his hand and asked with a slight smile.
"I...I will take you to see Lord Dean Alexi, who is the chief of the palace guard. If he agrees, he will take you to see the king."
The soldier swallowed and took Aaron to a building on the edge of the square.
After the announcement, the guard at the door looked at Aaron suspiciously, but still opened the door.
Aaron waited in the hall for a moment and saw a middle-aged nobleman wearing golden armor and a stern face walking in.
"Are you a wizard?"
Dean put his hand on the sword and asked suspiciously.
"Yes."
Aaron walked to a candlestick and snapped his fingers to make the candles on the candlestick burn.
At the same time, he also put his palm up, bearing the heat without expression: "My name is Yasuo!"
"This is much more powerful than the prophets and soothsayers before."
Dean obviously still didn't believe it, thinking it was some kind of magic: "Come with me!"
He took Aaron and walked all the way to the center of Kargash, a splendid palace.
With him leading the way, Aaron was directly allowed to enter the palace.
"This is?"
Aaron looked at the entrance of the palace. There was a row of spears with several heads on them. The blood had dried.
"These are the unlucky guys who came here to swindle money before, but Prince Xion saw through their trick..."
Dean's face was full of teasing at this time: "Is that Yasuo? Pray... pray that your magic can fool His Highness the Prince."
Aaron shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't care.
He followed Dean and came to a certain room.
Incense was lit in the room, the smell was very strong, the light in the room was dim, and there were already several people dressed strangely inside.
One of the old men stared at the crystal ball in front of him and kept mumbling.
There is also a middle-aged man whose body is covered with various tattoos of unknown meaning.
The last one is a woman with hair like weeds, various pockets hanging on her body, and black eye shadow on her cheeks, like a witch.
"These people are..."
Aaron asked curiously.
"Your Majesty is very busy. You can only wait for him to summon you. Not everyone can see your Majesty casually."
"Be more honest with me."
Dean gave a warning and walked out.
Aaron looked around and found that these three people were looking at him with secretive eyes, as if they were scrutinizing their peers.
He thought for a while, then approached the witch: "Hello, I am Yasuo, a wizard."
"..."
The witch glanced at him, said nothing, and stared at the cauldron in front of her.
"What are you doing? Making soup?" Aaron asked: "The legendary witch soup?"
"Using frog legs, bat wings, lavender essential oil... and three drops of sinful blood, you can curse a person to death. I am cursing the green devil, and I feel his weakness..."
The witch raised her head and showed a mysterious smile, but her rotten teeth were black and yellow, which really ruined the atmosphere.
"All right."
Aaron, who didn't feel weak at all, nodded solemnly and started talking to the middle-aged man again.
Then, he learned that among these people, the most famous one was the old man with the crystal ball. He was a famous divination master in the royal capital. He once correctly predicted the gender of the child in the pregnant queen's belly...