"Maybe you are right." After a period of absolute silence, Yasukawa responded in a low voice. His voice was almost muttering to himself: "You have to understand that in different situations at different times, we are more or less constrained, but you don't actually need to consider every aspect."
Roma didn't understand: "So you agree with my point of view?"
"It doesn't make any sense whether you agree or not, just like I can't convince you to go home obediently." The instructor blocked her endless mouth with a peeled apple. "Whether the decision is right or not, you have made up your mind. I hope your hard work will pay off, Roma. I hope you can always make the right decision as you think it is. No one's opinion can sway you. "
He seemed to be thinking about something she had never thought of before, and Roma couldn't help but turn to stare at her mentor. She wasn't sure if that was some kind of self-doubt. Roma had always had confidence in herself. She couldn't understand why a high-level Windrunner still had such a heavy respect for the church... They were just a team of mystics, at most they were knights after taking office. When a mysterious apprentice had sky realm magic in his hands, he didn't even take them seriously.
She decided to change the subject. "After I find Aiken, I'm going back to Iron Claw City. Where are you going?"
"Back to the original plan. My next stop is Sodria."
"If you take risks there, you might meet a paladin." She reminded.
"Most likely. But it could also be the druid of Saint Valoran."
"Druids? Do they go to the desert to plant trees?"
"No, Heather's faith spreads all over the earth, and many people living in Sodria worship the oasis. The environment in the desert is harsh, and the principles of justice pursued by the Glorious Council require them not to give alms to people who do not pay any price. Therefore, Holy Valoran has always sent teams to assist these believers."
"I don't like the teachings of the Glorious Council." said the little lion.
"But their teachings are closest to order. Someone has to follow and maintain order, otherwise the world will be in chaos."
This topic is not objectionable to Yaskawa, and maybe he can continue it. But Roma herself didn't like it very much. It seemed that discussing the evening ritual would be more satisfying to me. "Will Heather want more from Windrunner?"
"No more. The goddess is very tolerant. She only needs us to respect life and nature. Different forest races have laws passed down by their ancestors. If you are willing, you can also try to follow the rules."
"What are the rules for tree shepherds?"
"You want to ask these two heads?"
Nothing to be embarrassed to admit. "That's it. Since the tree herders think Heather doesn't need meat sacrifice, what are they doing with two heads here?"
Yasukawa peeled another olive and placed it on the edge of the stone platform, letting the little lion head look at it eagerly. "Have you already understood the career branches before?"
"Are they related to my professional branch?" Roma poked her head out curiously and looked at the empty skulls of the heads.
"At this moment, as a Windrunner, you will have two paths to choose from." Anchuan told her, "And if you are in the Heather Hall built by Saint Valoran or other green elves, you will have more choices."
"I don't care. I want to be a Windrunner like you." Roma said, "Is that included?"
The instructor smiled. "Of course. There are only two heads in all tree herders' halls, and few members of their clan are willing to become Windrunners. These two paths are similar. As long as you choose one of them, I can help you a lot. ." He moved his body slightly to make room to remove the bow from his shoulder. "The same is true for my mentor. His teachings still benefit me a lot."
"Who is your mentor?"
"Do you recognize what I said?"
Of course Roma didn't know him. Growing up, the people she knew were either astrologers or messengers from the tower. Although the latter includes various mysterious professions, there are almost no forest professions. "Is he also a Windrunner from the High Circle?"
The instructor glanced at her. "Do you care about mystery?"
"Not really."
"My mentor is just a ring-level apprentice who has just transferred to another profession. In Eastman, you have a special name for such people. They call them ring-level apprentices."
Roma could sense the irony in it, but she didn't understand it.
Yasukawa explained: "According to common sense, Windrunners must enter the high circle to have apprentices, so as to prevent those who are not good at learning from mistaking the disciples. But now few people follow the ancient method."
"The Ministry of Education in the Tower accepts any mystical creature that lights the fire." She agreed.
"The Tower of Sky is just like Saint Valoran. Few people have seen you on the ground." Yasukawa said, "However, ordinary mysterious professions do not have this requirement. I think this is specially used by someone who hates Windrunner to attack us. .As an adventurer, the dangers you have to face come not only from mysterious places."
"Is your mentor also an adventurer?"
"He... is not. To be honest, I don't know who he is. The inheritance of mysterious professions is not as traceable as the craftsmanship of mortals, do you understand?"
"not understand."
The instructor hesitated for a few seconds. "Let's put it this way. If you are a mysterious creature who has just lit the fire, even if you enter the tree shepherd's temple without being taught by Windrunner, you still have a chance of getting a job."
"How is this possible?" Roma was shocked. "I can't adapt to the magic I got. That's what you said." She gradually came to her senses. "So mentors are there to teach us to control power, not to gain power?"
"All mentors are like this. Except maybe a few mysterious professions."
"Will I die? Or get hurt?"
"I don't know. I've never seen such a lucky guy... The place where you change jobs must be a mysterious place. If you don't have enough mystery, you will just die there instead of getting promoted. If you have to guess, I think he may have a lot of knowledge but not know how to use it. Death is probably not possible, but injuries while using magic are inevitable."
"He needs to find a place to hone his skills, preferably with someone to guide him." She also speculated.
"Hopefully he can find this place."
Anchuan stood up and walked further away. "It's time for you to rest, child. The mysterious rituals of the night are not easy to deal with." The firmness in his tone indicated that he would not accept any further topics.
The fall of night cannot be seen in the temple, but Rama can feel it. Some extraordinary power extended her sense of touch and spread out on the smooth stone platform. She subconsciously wanted to hold her breath, but the silence in the temple swallowed everything, and she suddenly found that her breathing made no sound.
"teacher. ” she couldn’t help calling.
"It's time." Anchuan was unaffected. He grabbed Roma's flailing arm to prevent her from touching the two heads in front of him. "Do as I say," Windrunner whispered to her.
The steps were not cumbersome, and the necessary items were well prepared, but Roma's fingers still couldn't help but tremble. She suddenly realized that she was not as confident as she thought.
She first pulled out the grass-knotting spell. This thing was a twisted plant that tasted like milk when chewed; the arrow cutting through the skin became warm in an instant, and she could tell that its temperature was the same as blood. Under the watchful eye of the instructor, the little lion slipped several times, eager to use his claws to break through the lion's tough fur. When he finally succeeded, Windrunner let out a silent breath.
"Close your eyes, child," he ordered. There are no other instructions. So Roma was worried that she would fall asleep during the ceremony.
As she thought this, the dream came quickly.
"Did you say she fell asleep?" said a woman's voice, very close to Roma. She woke up instantly and was about to touch the bow and arrow behind her. Yasukawa, who was supposed to preside over the fire ceremony under the stone platform, was nowhere to be seen.
Then another person said: "Anyway, she must be awake now."
"Who are you?" she blurted out. "Am I dreaming?" Because she already knew the answer to the first question.
"Who knows. Everyone's definition of dreams is different." Such an answer is unpredictable.
In fact, she wasn't listening at all. Roma's full attention was focused on the source of the sound: two shriveled, rotten heads. She wondered if the occult ritual had begun. Do I have to communicate with them? "I'm in the Trial of Fire, right?"
"That's right. But this is the first time I've seen a lion-man who wants to be a Windrunner. You actually believe in the forest goddess Heather." The female voice said. It belongs to the head on the left and has long hair.
"That's a good sign," her companion responded. This is the one on the right. She may have been an amiable old woman in her lifetime. "It means that the belief in the goddess has spread widely and will soon rival Gaia."
"That will take time." Roma knew that the belief in the goddess of virtue spread all over the world, and almost no god could compare with it.
"Well, it's not our turn to worry about these things. Old woman, I leave this child to you." The long-haired head opened and closed its mouth and said.
"She is more suitable for you." The old woman had different opinions.
"Then let her choose. It's unlikely that you and I can argue about the outcome, otherwise I wouldn't be hanging here."
"That's it."
Roma couldn't say a word, and the two heads in front of her had already discussed the outcome. She suspected that she was not dreaming, but the sight before her was too unusual. "Let me choose? What do you mean?"
"Literally. We each represent a Windrunner career path, which generally depends on the quality of the trialer. But you are a weird guy, and neither of us is suitable for you, so you have to choose."
None of them suit me? "Sorry, madam, are you saying that I am not suitable to be a Windrunner?" The little lion raised his tail hair unconsciously.
"Obviously," the old woman said, "I don't know how your mentor could make such a decision. He is probably blind."
"Old woman, don't speak so harshly." The long-haired woman scolded, "You know that the rules now are different from those in ancient times."
"The ancestors are not ancient." The old woman muttered.
Regarding the understanding of the ancestors, Roma knew the same as the Windrunner before meeting Anchuan. The syllables were very familiar, but she really couldn't remember where she heard them. But she didn't care anyway. "Then what branches do you represent?"
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