Kreslin paused. He looked up at Durin with a puzzled gaze and asked, "When you previously served as a Mage Assistant, did the previous Mage not tell you if you had magic talent? The magical winds of Runeterra are very abundant."
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Durin did not speak, but clung to the log like a drowning man, refusing to let go.
Kreslin placed a complex and obscure rune in front of Durin and calmly said, "Perceive it, and resonate with it."
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Durin was stunned. He asked, puzzled, "Is it that simple?"
Kreslin seemed to understand something and explained with a faint smile, "I once visited a kingdom called Demacia. For some reason, many children with extraordinary talents are born there. They seem to be self-taught, naturally able to use the endless magical power within them, achieving a state of harmony between heaven and man."
"This magic power is like the relationship between Zaunites and the gray haze to them, inseparable. In fact, medicine has even derived a new symptom from this, called magic hunger, which is a disease. They cannot control themselves from releasing the magic power within them, which is why there are often incidents of children accidentally injuring people by releasing magic at a young age."
"Durin, the facts are laid bare before you. I regret to tell you that the door to becoming a Mage is not open to you."
Although Durin felt a bit annoyed by what Kreslin said.
But he still decided to give it a try, closing his eyes, and feeling the magic elements the other party spoke of with his heart, trying to let the pores on his body capture them.
This was the fastest way for him to change his Destiny!
Relying solely on the character card's gold cogwheel to escape his current situation would only be achieved through the accumulation of time.
Durin concentrated, ignoring the throbbing pain in his abdomen and spinal muscles, which was where the small stone man had held him in the mine.
Unfortunately, after most of the day, there was still no change whatsoever.
What?
There must be a problem!
Durin couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes; he even suspected it was the other party's problem.
Kreslin seemed to have read his mind, merely glancing casually at the Arcane rune above, and immediately, a shimmering blue light appeared, casting a faint blue glow on both their faces.
"It seems this is the truth." Kreslin raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Durin. You didn't pass the first assessment for spiritual power."
Durin was speechless.
All he wanted to do now was question the heavens: What kind of transmigration is this?
It's bad enough that he's been struggling at the bottom of Zaun for half a year since he transmigrated, and now the door to becoming a Mage is completely locked for him.
Durin asked with a forced smile, "So if my spiritual power isn't up to standard, does that mean I can't become a Mage?"
Kreslin shook his head and replied, "No, you just need to take some magic potions that can increase spiritual power, to compensate for it through acquired potions, and raise your spiritual power to an appropriate level."
"But these permanent spiritual power-increasing potions are often extremely expensive, especially those that can be used by ordinary people. At least twenty or thirty gold cogwheels are needed to buy one bottle. Even so, it only barely qualifies one as an apprentice, and there's basically no possibility of advancing to become a Mage."
"Usually, only those wealthy Piltoverianss aristocrats can afford to buy such potions to barely allow their children and grandchildren to become Mage Apprentices. Moreover, after spiritual power meets the standard, a good elemental affinity is still required. If one cannot perceive elemental particles, then one also cannot advance to become a Mage."
"Furthermore, magic resistance is also a very crucial talent, related to a Mage's capacity to withstand elemental destruction. People with low magic resistance have greater difficulty casting spells, and such people are not suitable for the path of a Mage."
After hearing all this, Durin realized that the path of a Mage was 100% impassable for him.
Magic potions costing twenty or thirty gold cogwheels a bottle? That must be melted gold!
"Mage Kreslin." Durin said, "Actually, I don't necessarily have to learn magic to become an apprentice. I just want to broaden my horizons and learn some knowledge I don't understand."
Kreslin was slightly startled, then narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying, "I'm very happy to hear you say that. My collection of books can be open to you for browsing, but you cannot take them out of this room."
"Thank you, Mage Kreslin."
As Durin spoke, an idea had already formed in his mind: he had to go to Piltover again... No, not just once.
Since there was no hope of him even becoming a Mage Apprentice, he definitely had to find a way to switch from his Mage Assistant job and get a job with better conditions, such as becoming an auxiliary personnel for the Piltover Guard.
After all, it included five insurances and one housing fund! Plus, meals and accommodation were provided! And he'd have weekends off!
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