As a matter of fact, most mages would be influenced by their own personality when they chose their specialization.
Those who chose the Defense Specialization were usually cold and sensitive. They had a strong sense of self-protection and would choose to strike first when they felt threatened.
Those who chose the Incantation Specialization were usually arrogant, dominant, and possessive. They were used to giving orders and expecting everyone to follow them unconditionally.
Those who chose the Prophecy Specialization were wise and alert. They had a strong sense of curiosity and liked to dig out other people's secrets and privacy.
Those who chose the Evocation Specialization were reckless and liked to use the simplest, most direct, and most violent way to solve problems or to kill enemies.
Those who chose the Enchantment Specialization were the standard two-faced people. They looked kind and humble on the surface, but they were schemers in their bones. They liked to play with other people's feelings and psychology.
Those who chose the Illusion Specialization liked to lie and cheat, although sometimes they just wanted to play pranks for fun.
Those who chose the Necromancy Specialization looked gloomy and depressed. They did not care about the people around them and were completely cold to the bone.
It could be said that the Magic Specialization was closely related to a mage's personality. To some extent, it could even show a person's subconscious. Although there were one or two exceptions, most of the time, the accuracy was more than ninety percent.
As a smart person, André felt that it was best to be honest at this time. So after greeting the president, he stood there with his head lowered and patiently waited for the president to speak.
He did not want to be like the other two who refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit and be taught a lesson in the end.
Boris sat on the chair and took a few deep breaths. Finally, he calmed down. He glanced at the Pearl Eye that was wandering around the room and forced a smile, "Is that your magic pet?"
"Yes, it's called Little Eye. It's a kind of Beholder that hasn't fully developed. I got it as a gift on the day I became an official mage." André made up a big lie without even blinking his eyes.
Ever since he knew what kind of power Eye Devil represented in this world, he quickly came up with an excuse, which was to push all the inconvenient questions to Ulysses. After all, Ulysses was already dead and could be used as a scapegoat.
"To give a small Beholder to his apprentice as a gift, your mentor must be very powerful. I really hope I can meet him and ask him some questions about magic research," President Boris said with a hint of envy.
André did not know if this was a test or not, so he deliberately put on a troubled expression and sighed slightly. "Sigh … My supervisor only focuses on his own research, so he never sees outsiders. And his personality is very strange. Sometimes … sometimes he even uses living people for experiments, so you'd better give up on this idea."
His words were half true and half false. After all, Ulysses's personality was like that, so no one could find any flaws in his words.
Boris's eyes lit up when he heard that he was experimenting on living humans. He immediately asked, "May I ask, what is your mentor's specialization and what is the direction of his research?"
"Necromancy specialization. His research topic is immortality!"
André, who was planning to fabricate an image of a mysterious mentor, did not hesitate to reveal some of Ulysses's secrets.
Because the water in Lincoln City was too deep, he needed to make the enemies in the dark cautious. A powerful mentor who did not even exist could obviously play an unexpected role.
"Immortality?!" Boris was shocked and jumped up from his chair.
"Oh, gods!
That's a forbidden field! "
On the Oleil Continent, there were a few types of magic research that were regarded as untouchable taboos, and immortality was one of them.
It was said that when the war between the gods broke out six hundred years ago, countless powerful mortals joined in. They were like madmen, killing the gods and dissecting their corpses in an attempt to unravel the secret of immortality so that they could have the same power and immortality as the gods.
However, it was a pity that these guys failed in the end. They were all killed by the combined forces of the angry gods. From then on, anyone who researched the secret of immortality would be viewed with hostility by the gods' churches. The good gods were still fine. At most, they would not treat them well. However, the neutral and evil gods preferred to use violent means to exterminate them.
Of course, there was a prerequisite, and that was that the researcher could not be too powerful. Otherwise, all the churches would choose to ignore them. The nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong was obvious.
Boris was shocked because of this.
Anyone who dared to research the topic of immortality was either a lunatic who was not afraid of death, or a powerful mage with terrifying power.
In his eyes, a person who could train a fourteen-year-old formal mage naturally could not be a lunatic. The result was obvious.
André noticed the constantly changing expression on the president's face. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, and a faint smile flashed across his face. He bowed slightly and said, "Yes, my teacher is researching immortality.
He is trying to create a potion that combines the three elements of regeneration, cold, and death. When people drink it, they can get rid of their dependence on the body and continue to live in another form. "
"Hiss …" Boris sucked in a breath of cold air.
Although he did not personally participate in necromancy spells or concocting potions, he had read a lot of related books, so he knew what these three elements represented.
In ancient times, when the magic civilization was at its most prosperous, powerful mages invented a way to transform themselves into undead, enjoying endless life and powerful spellcasting abilities.
The undead creatures transformed by this method were called liches, but they had been lost a long time ago.
The necromancy faction specialized in and had the ability to research the method of transforming liches. Combining these two points, Boris quickly imagined the image of a white-haired, extremely cold mage. At the same time, the way he looked at André changed.
After all, the temptation of immortality was too great for mortals, especially for selfish mages. Almost every one of them wanted to live forever and continue to study the mysteries of magic.
After a short silence for a few minutes, he shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Well, it seems that your teacher is already at the forefront of the path of magic. I hope his research can be successful.
But I have to remind you, don't talk about this topic with others, or you will be targeted immediately.
You have to know that the temptation of immortality is too great, and it is hard to guarantee that no one will take the risk. "