As soon as he sent the maids away, little Alfreid arrived, leaving no time for André.
Looking at the hopeful boy standing in front of him, he shook his head helplessly and picked up a piece of specially treated clay from the shelf on the test bench. He said very seriously, "Take this, concentrate all your energy, and let the magic flowing in your blood vessels concentrate on this piece of clay. I need to test what kind of warlock you are."
"Understood!"
Little Alfreid nodded as if he understood. He immediately took the clay, closed his eyes, and began to concentrate.
In just a few seconds, primitive energy that had not been shaped by magic suddenly appeared around his body. This energy was like waves, constantly surging toward the clay, and soon produced a wonderful reaction.
First, the clay began to become harder and harder, just like granite.
However, this situation did not last long. Immediately after, it began to become transparent again, and finally disappeared completely. To be exact, it was invisible.
Through the Arcane Vision, André could even see that the invisible clay was still constantly changing. In the end, it even expanded beyond the limit of the boy's arm. With a bang, it fell to the ground, revealing its original form.
"This … This … This is …" Little Alfreid was so shocked that he could not even speak clearly. He could not believe that the huge white quartz in front of him was the clay he had just held in his hand.
"Calm down, there's nothing to be surprised about. It's something you created with the power of primitive magic.
It seems that the power in your blood does not come from your parents or ancestors, but from the chaos and chaos of primitive magic.
In other words, you are a wild warlock, not a bloodline warlock, "André explained with a smile.
The boy obviously did not understand the classification of warlocks, and hurriedly asked, "What's the difference between a wild warlock and a bloodline warlock?"
"Of course!" André nodded gently.
"As the name suggests, the power of a bloodline warlock comes from their bloodline. That is to say, their parents or ancestors have signed a contract with powerful creatures such as dragons, demons, devils, and so on, or they are direct descendants themselves.
The tendency of these people to release magic was very obvious. For example, the descendants of the Red Dragon mainly learned fire spells, while the descendants of the White Dragon mainly learned ice spells.
On the contrary, the power of a Wild Sorcerer came from the influence of the original magic. It was not like a Bloodline Sorcerer that could be traced, but more like a coincidence. For example, the magic energy in a certain area suddenly went berserk, or a magic ritual suddenly went out of control. In short, you could not predict what kind of situation could make a person become a Wild Sorcerer.
Of course, because it was full of uncertainty, the magic released by Wild Warlocks was full of chaos, especially in the aspect of control, which was much lower than that of Bloodline Warlocks.
But the advantage was that the power of a Wild Warlock wasn't restricted by anyone. As long as they had enough patience and talent, even growing into a Legend Warlock wouldn't be a problem.
As for Bloodline Warlocks, their strength is restricted by the source of their bloodline. In other words, no matter how hard they try, it is impossible for them to surpass the limits of their bloodline source. Once they reach a certain upper limit, their strength will stagnate. "
In order to let the boy have a deep and simple understanding of Warlocks, André explained in great detail, explaining everything he knew about Warlocks.
In his opinion, the characteristic of Bloodline Warlocks was that they didn't need to think too much. They just needed to dig out their own potential. As long as they could find the source of their bloodline, they could immediately master a large number of spells according to its characteristics. But it was basically impossible to become a Master.
Wild Warlocks, on the other hand, were affected by the chaotic and disorderly original magic. They needed to spend a lot of time learning self-control and transforming the violent energy into spells. The characteristic was that their strength increased relatively slowly. Once they found a suitable path for themselves, becoming a Master was just around the corner.
Little Alfreid was very smart. He quickly understood the characteristics of his profession, and asked excitedly with his eyes wide open, "Then how do I train my ability to cast magic?"
André smiled and pointed to the super-large quartz on the ground. "Just like this, control your own magic to transform the clay. When you can make the clay show only one change, it means that you can start learning to build spells."
"Only one change?" The boy stared at the quartz thoughtfully, as if he had understood something.
"That's right, only one change!"
André emphasized again in an affirmative tone, and then explained, "Because although original magic is powerful, it is chaotic and disorderly. You have to learn to extract the parts needed to build spells from it, and not release all of it at once.
Remember, before you do that, I don't allow you to imitate any spells, understand? "
"Understood!
Don't worry, I will strictly follow your instructions. "Little Alfred bowed deeply as he spoke.
As a child who had personally experienced the dark side of human nature, he knew very well how important this knowledge was to him. What was more important was that he had answered all the questions during the whole process without any conditions.
After all, it was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a situation where there was only giving and no demands. A feeling of gratitude surged from the bottom of his heart and quickly swept through his body. At the same time, he secretly swore that one day in the future, he would pay back double.
Noticing the change in the boy's eyes, André smiled and reached out his right hand to touch his head. "Well, let's go for lunch. I know you must be hungry now."
"Yes!"
Little Alfreid nodded and began to slowly retreat until he reached the door, then turned and disappeared into the corridor.
Staring at his young back, André's lips curled up slightly, and he muttered to himself, "No wonder people say that the older you are, the more you like children, and the more you spend time with people, the more you like dogs. These two have one thing in common, and that is, they are simple-minded. If you treat them well, they will remember this kindness. As for adults, it is more effective to use a combination of fear and benefits."
After that, he took advantage of the fact that there was still more than an hour before lunch to pick up the spellbook and began to check if there were any mistakes in what he had just copied. At the same time, he also memorized the spells that he needed to use today.
As a mage, it was common sense to wake up every day to prepare spells. At the same time, it was also a good habit.
However, André did not like to fill up all the spell slots at once. Instead, he liked to leave a few empty slots so that when necessary, he could make targeted adjustments at any time. This time was no exception.