Mysterious Tribulation

King's capital.

Kagash.

Walking in the city, Aaron looked around curiously.

Even if it is a king's capital, the streets are inevitably cluttered. The roadside is full of garbage and dung of cattle and horses, giving off a stench.

The streets are bustling with shirtless coolies or cart vendors hawking fruits and vegetables.

There are stall owners wearing greasy aprons and selling all kinds of barbecue and snacks by the roadside.

There are small traders selling ointments and various potions of unknown origin along the street.

The wooden fence not far away forms a circle, and inside is a crowd of people strung with hemp ropes, while the slave traders outside are shouting and bargaining with customers.

Occasionally, a few women with heavy make-up passed by, all of them are warblers of taverns and nearby hotels, and they were openly soliciting customers on the street.

Aaron walked down a street and saw a huge square.

In the corner of the square, two guards maintained order, guarding a huge sign.

Near the sign, there was a large circle of people.

...

Aaron squeezed in and looked at the sign.

It was written very simply, His Majesty the King wanted to recruit a group of people with strange abilities.

Anyone can come forward and recommend themselves, and at the end of the notice, it also emphasizes that the reward must be extremely generous!

Attention, this time I'm not recruiting court clowns. Don't think that with a few magic tricks or tricks, you can get paid!

This time, the king needs real 'powers', fortune-tellers, astrologers, wizards, druids... We just need people with real mystical powers!

A soldier warned in a hoarse voice: If you are a liar, you will taste the taste of a barbed whip...

What's the matter 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 eagerly, while secretly looking forward to the appearance of a real Beyonder.

You don't know, I can guarantee that the king's call for the ability must be to deal with the Green Forest Earl, the green devil!

A young man who looked like a libertine boasted: I heard that he has mastered the sorcery that can give life to trees.

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 bucket around her waist retorted.

That's obviously a barbarian from the north. He is three meters tall, can carry huge rocks, and eat one cow, three sheep, and six children at a meal!

Another voice from the crowd made Aaron's face twitch.

He felt that his reputation was over.

Although, vilifying the enemy from public opinion was originally a political need.

'And, is there really no local mysterious power in this world? ’

Aaron thought for a while, suddenly chuckled, stepped forward, and said to the soldier, I'm a wizard, I want to apply, do I need to reveal the list?

wizard?

The crowd around Aaron split sharply, revealing him.

The soldier looked at him suspiciously: Are you really a wizard? His Majesty the King needs a real capable person, not a liar!

certainly!

Aaron snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Above his finger, a flame emerged.

Although he is full of red spirituality in his body, he also uses pure white ice as a seal, and it is not a problem to mobilize a little 'dark' power.

It's fire!

He let out the flames with his hands!

Wizards! Real wizards!

The crowd rioted, and the people in the inner circle panicked and fled to the outside, while the people outside were crowding in, which directly caused congestion.

How is it? Am I qualified?

Aaron withdrew his hand and asked with a light smile.

I... I'll take you to see Lord Dean Alixi. He is the chief guard of the palace. If he approves, 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 glanced suspiciously at Aaron, but opened the door anyway.

Aaron waited in the hall for a while, when he saw a middle-aged nobleman wearing golden armor and a grim face walking in.

Are you a wizard?

Dean asked suspiciously, putting his hand on the long sword.

Yes.

Aaron walked over to a candlestick and snapped his fingers, causing the candles on the candlestick to burn.

At the same time, his palms were also put up, and he was scorched with expressionless face: My name is Yasuo!

This is much more powerful than the previous prophets and fortune-tellers.

Dean apparently 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 very center of Kagash, a splendid palace.

With him leading the way, Aaron was released directly into the palace.

This is?

Aaron looked at the gate of the palace, where there was a row of spears with several heads on them, and the blood had dried up.

This is the unlucky bastard who came to cheat money before, and Prince Theon saw through their tricks...

Dean's face was full of teasing at this time: Yasuo? Pray... Pray that your magic can deceive His Royal Highness.

Aaron shrugged, seemingly indifferent.

He followed Dean 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 a few strangely dressed people in it.

One of the old men, staring at the crystal ball in front of him, kept mumbling.

There is also a middle-aged man with tattoos of various unknown meanings all over his body.

The last one was a woman with weed-like hair, various pockets hanging from her body, and black eyeshadow on her cheeks, like a witch.

These people are...

Aaron wondered.

Your Majesty is very busy, you can only wait for his summons, not everyone can see His Majesty casually.

Be honest with me.

Dean warned and walked out.

Aaron looked around and found that the three of them were looking at him with secret eyes, as if they were looking at their peers.

He thought for a while, then approached the witch: Hello, I'm Yasuo, a wizard.

...

The witch glanced at him without speaking, staring at the cauldron in front of her.

What are you doing? Are you making soup? Aaron asked. The legendary witch soup?

Using frog legs, bat wings, lavender essential oil...and three drops of sinful blood can curse a person to death. I'm cursing the green devil, I feel his weakness...

The witch raised her head and showed a mysterious smile. It was just a mouthful of black and yellow rotten teeth, which really spoiled 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 is the old man with crystal ball. The other is a famous divination master in the capital, who has correctly predicted the gender of the child in the pregnant queen's womb...