Chapter 6: A Magic Idiot

Clark was very satisfied with the child's reaction. He looked at the crystal ball in his hand: "Come on, let me see your talent. I promised your father to teach you, but the prerequisite is that you must have magical talent. Otherwise..."

Dwayne raised his head: "What should I do?"

"Put your hand on the crystal ball and hold it tightly. Then, try to think of something in your heart, something happy or angry. In short, mobilize your emotions in any possible way." Clark also resumed his cold tone: "Let me see your talent."

Dwayne remained silent and took two steps forward. He placed his hands on the crystal ball and clenched it firmly. The touch was cold but very smooth.

"Concentrate. Now, start thinking. Try to think of the things that impressed you the most. Whether it's anger or joy..." Clark's serious voice rang in Dwayne's ear.

Dwayne closed his eyes and began to search his memory in his mind...

Clark watched as the crystal ball in his hand gradually emitted a light. At first, the light was very dim, but soon, it became brighter little by little! The arrogant magician couldn't help but show a trace of surprise on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the crystal ball in his hand and then at the little Dwayne in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a "hmm" sound.

Dwayne didn't feel very good at this moment. He felt excited inside and vaguely recalled the past... He had somehow come to this world, and everything before that, his ideals, dreams, life, and pursuits, all had become empty! And the longer he stayed in this world and the more he adapted to it, the more blurred his memories of the past became... Although it was normal for people's memories to decline, it still made Dwayne feel very sad, truly sad... Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly - was I living in the butterfly's dream, or did I dream of the butterfly?

Dwayne's breathing gradually became rapid. The mysterious power in the crystal ball seemed to gradually magnify the emotions in his heart. And the pounding of his heart also made him feel an indescribable discomfort. His chest seemed to be squeezed by something...

Finally, a large cold hand pressed on his head. Immediately, a trace of coolness rushed down from his forehead, forcibly cooling down Dwayne's already heated head.

"That's enough, my child." Clark's voice was cold, but he had changed his address from "kid" to "my child", which was enough to prove that the magician was satisfied with Dwayne's talent.

"Very good... I have to say, it's quite good. You're not even six years old. But your magical talent can already be compared to that of a magic apprentice. Your spiritual power is almost twice that of an ordinary person. Considering your age... I'm very satisfied with your talent."

The arrogant magician even showed a trace of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Was his spiritual power strong? Dwayne smiled bitterly in his heart. This was probably because he had "reincarnated" and still retained the memories of his previous life. It was equivalent to a person having the spiritual power of two lifetimes.

Master Clark put away the crystal ball and then pointed to Dwayne to sit down: "Now I need to test your second talent... I will teach you some of the simplest and most basic magic. I need you to meditate attentively, feel the power of nature, and then tell me what you sense."

Dwayne carefully memorized the incantation that Clark said. The simple and ancient pronunciation carried a trace of mystery.

"You meditate attentively and concentrate. This is a crucial step. Whether you can become a magician... Many people who are more talented than you fail at this step."

"What do I need to do?" Dwayne frowned.

"Don't do anything. You just need to silently recite the incantation, let your heart think, feel the surroundings, and use your heart to sense, whether it's cold, hot, or sound, anything is fine. It's not difficult."

Dwayne did as he was told. He sat down and naturally assumed a cross-legged sitting position. This posture made Clark feel very novel.

Then the magician took out an hourglass from under his gray robe and placed it aside to calculate the time... The fine sand flowed, and little Dwayne sat quietly for a long time. Finally, he opened his eyes and hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Magician..."

"Oh? What did you sense?"

"I..." Dwayne was a bit helpless: "I feel hungry."

Clark was somewhat by this answer. Obviously, although this child had excellent magical talent, he didn't have a delicate heart that could sense the world. Although the amount of magic power was important, it wasn't the only criterion. Spiritual power could also be gradually improved through hard work and meditation in the future. People with stronger innate spiritual power just had a higher starting point than others. But whether one could sense the magical elements in nature was the most crucial step!

Clark had taught several magic apprentices before. Even some of them had less magical talent than little Dwayne, but there were still many outstanding talents among them. One of them, when going through this step for the first time, stood up after sitting for less than half an hourglass and then stretched out his palm, and a small flame sprang up from his fingers. Later, that student specialized in fire magic. Another apprentice, when going through this step, was able to hear the sound of the wind in the sky. Later, that child specialized in wind magic. Clark's most outstanding student, when going through this step for the first time, when he sat down and thought, all the water in a vase in the room floated up and condensed into a water ball the size of a fist, which remained in place!

All in all, those who truly had the talent to become magicians would have all kinds of strange phenomena when going through this step for the first time! But, Young Master Dwayne, who seemed to have good innate magical talent, seemed not to have the slightest understanding.

This could only mean... He was simply not suitable to be a magician.

"Alas, it's just a pity for the innate spiritual power bestowed on him by the gods. If he could pass the test, with his spiritual power, he would have a higher starting point than others." Clark felt a bit sorry in his heart, but soon, the arrogant magician immediately dispelled his regret. Humph, what's the use of having a little higher spiritual power! It's like in a fight, a person with greater strength doesn't necessarily win over a person with less strength. Just like a cow, although it has great strength, it's not the opponent of a leopard. It's just... a pity.

When Count Raymond saw Master Clark come out of the room with a gloomy expression, he already knew the result. Sure enough...

"Count, I'm very sorry. Your son doesn't have the talent to become a magician. It seems that the gods haven't chosen him. I think you'd better find another field that he's more proficient in." Clark couldn't help but add: "Forgive my presumption... In the thirty-six years I've been engaged in magic research, I've never seen anyone like your son..."

At this point, Master Clark sighed. He didn't even say goodbye and turned around to leave. But after taking two steps, he suddenly seemed to think of something: "Oh, if you really insist on him becoming a magician... I'd suggest you let him choose the study of magic potions. After all, a magic pharmacist can barely be considered a type of magician."

After saying that, Master Clark waved his hand. He casually scattered a handful of golden powder, and then his body disappeared in a ball of flames.

The count fell into deep thought. His face was gloomy. At this time, Dwayne came out of the room and quietly looked at the count.

Raymond looked at his son for a moment. He sighed and didn't say anything, but the disappointment on his face was obvious.

"... In the thirty-six years, I've never seen anyone like your son..."

Hmm, like this... what? Such a fool? Such an idiot? Such a fool? Such a person without any talent? The count sighed despairingly in his heart.

Obviously, because of Master Clark's arrogance, his unfinished sentence had misled the count. In fact, what the magician wanted to say was: Such a person who has excellent magical talent but has no sense of the natural magical elements, such a contradictory combination.

However, the result and the fact finally led the count to the conclusion about his son: "It seems that he is indeed an idiot."

It has to be said that for this misunderstanding, both the old scholar Rosiate and Master Clark, because of their scruples or personalities, spoke in vague terms, and they both bear a certain amount of responsibility!

Because although Dwayne didn't have the talent to become a magician, he was certainly not an idiot. On the contrary, because his innate spiritual power was higher than that of ordinary people, it made him seem smarter than ordinary people. The advantage of his spiritual power made him more energetic and have a better memory than ordinary people.

Such a person was now almost labeled as an "idiot"! First, he made an excellent martial artist determine that he didn't have the talent for learning martial arts, then he drove away a learned and talented scholar, and finally, he disappointed a famous magician.

And the result was... All these together made the noble circle in the entire imperial capital more interested in this little idiot of the Rollin family. Even some nobles, when educating their naughty children, couldn't help but say something like "No matter how stupid you are, you can't be worse than that little idiot of the Rollin family!" to motivate their children.

In this way, Dwayne was regarded as a negative example.

And where exactly was the future path of this young master? This question troubled everyone in the Rollin family... except for Dwayne himself.