After breakfast at home, Allen washed the dishes and chopsticks at home, then carried his backpack to school.

Allen came to the school and had a calm day. It seemed that because the empire's official response was very fast and had reported the news of the fugitive's arrest. At this time, everyone in the school was discussing this matter quite enthusiastically, but there was no longer the fear and worries of the previous ones, but with a relaxed mood of watching the fun.

I spent an ordinary and the same day at school. Without the fear and caution I had before, even Hughes and Charia beside me felt that Allen's mood had improved.

After school in the afternoon, Allen greeted his friends and came to the East Town District, Austin's territory. However, unlike usual, Allen today no longer avoided it as usual, but was excited and eager, as if he was about to see the truth of this world.

"Here you." Bor glanced at Allen, put down the gun he was maintaining, and greeted him.

Well, Alan, who came to this underground shooting range again after many days, responded with a smile on his face.

"I should have read yesterday's book. I have any questions to say." Bor looked at Allen and took out his cigarette and said casually.

"Is the threshold for the caster really that high? Is there no other way?" Allen looked at Bor and asked with a struggle.

"Don't you already know the answer?" As the smoke stormed, Boer's face became blurred, and he stretched out his right hand to signal him to sit down.

"But I still hope to get a different answer." Alan's eyes were still unwilling, but his face became calm again.

"The first thing you need to know is that the members of our executive department are extremely complex."

"Some of them are talents cultivated by other forces, but they reached an agreement with the Empire in some aspects, so they serve for the Empire in the Executive Department."

"The other part is that the descendants of the empire came here to accumulate military merits. Of course, there are also second sons of the family, or offspring who are not valued at home, to come here to win a new birth."

"There is another part of you. The descendants of the nobles of the empire are not all outstanding talents, and the empire also needs fresh blood, so we will discover some folk geniuses and absorb them into our system." Bor often breathed, and beautiful smoke rings floated in the air.

“So, in order to keep the system alive and the empire going, we will always absorb fresh blood, and you are one of these geniuses.”

"Me?" Allen stretched out his finger and pointed it at him in confusion.

"Don't be puzzled, you are indeed a genius, but your talent is not in the traditional IQ." Bor glanced at Allen and knew what he was confused about.

"Your talent is that excellent physical fitness, terrible agility, a keen perception like a beast, and a quick adaptation to combat and a quick learning of combat skills."

"You are not a traditional genius, but your talent in combat is extremely terrifying." Bor stuck his half-smoked cigarette in the silver disc beside him.

Allen's face remained unchanged when he saw this scene, but he felt extremely distressed and scolded Bor, a prodigal son.

"And then back to the original question, do you think your talent can become a spellcaster?" Bor looked at Allen, looking straight into Allen's eyes like a cold bear.

"No." Allen also faced Bor's eyes, without looking away, and seriously said the most real thoughts in his heart, but there was still a hint of bitterness in his words.

"So, your talent does not support your dreams. Moreover, the empire is not cultivating us to allow us to develop freely and grow freely."

"You are not talented enough to make you choose which path, then if you want to become a spellcaster, you will only spend a lot of money. Whether it is the auxiliary materials for meditation, the potions used for advanced use, or the alchemy potions used for qualification improvement, it is a huge expense." Bor looked straight into Allen's eyes, with an indescribable obscure tone, "You are not the children of the nobles who can be willful, nor are you the big merchants who have made great efforts to make a big fortune. Your origin is just a civilian."

"Of course, your starting point is much better than those real civilians. Although your parents did not expect their disappearance during their lifetime, they still left you with a valuable opportunity to become a member of the Imperial Executive."

When Allen heard this, he didn't know what to say, but he felt a sour impulse from his lungs to his nose. He was very familiar with this feeling, but he was extremely unfamiliar. It seemed that he hadn't passed like this for a long time, and his eyes felt a little wet for some reason. However, in the end he just listened to Bor's narrative in great peace.

"So, you understand. In fact, from the beginning, the caster was a real talented person and a noble and wealthy businessman who could play." Bor said the heartbreaking fact in a gentle tone.

"Of course, you don't have to worry. Although the caster is very powerful, the real strong people among the warriors are no worse than them." Bor looked at Allen's appearance and comforted him without sincerity.

"I actually don't care about the nobleness and sparseness of the spell caster, but I saw in the book that the techniques of shuttle and space transmission in other worlds were developed by them. I want to master this power because I believe that they did not die but were just in another world." Alan looked up at the rock above his head, his eyes as if they were penetrated through the void, and his voice was like smoke in the setting sun, ethereal and vague, but every word was as heavy as a pound.

Boer didn't say anything, but looked at the rock wall above his head with Allen, as if there was something huge secret hidden in it.

"It is not only the caster who can travel through space, but the warrior can do it, but I don't know how far it is." Bor's lips squirmed a few times, and he didn't know what mood he spoke in the end. He knew how far away what he was talking about was from Allen, but he wanted to give him a hope and a hope that he could continue to work hard.

Alan's confused eyes suddenly condensed, as if the soft flowing water condensed into solid ice, and the hot iron formed into swords, full of sharpness and determination.

"Thank you." Alan said after a moment of silence.

"Nothing, the implementer is not as beautiful as you think." Bol looked at Allen and replied, "Do you still remember the scene that night?"

"Of course." His face was as calm as water, but Alan's surprise could be seen from his slightly moving eyebrows. He knew that the other party had known what he did that night after finding him, but he didn't know what the other party meant to mention this matter at this time.

"The power of the spell caster at the Black Iron Level can only be compared to that of one cannon, and it is limited in power, consumes a lot of expenses, and has a lot of preparations. Therefore, in this era, in addition to a few basic attack spells, the caster at the Black Iron Level mainly learns auxiliary spells, healing spells, research-type spells, etc., are often mainly hot weapons on the battlefield."

"And although the empire will give you some help in order to cultivate new people, these help is not free. When you enter the Black Iron Level, you need to serve the empire to obtain the necessary cultivation resources."

"The spellcaster empire has invested a lot of energy, so they need to do more tasks. Even if they are afraid of killing and are unwilling to go out for field work, they need to work in the empire's research institutions, and this stage is often not short. After all, the strength of the spellcaster is accumulated with money. The stronger the more powerful the spellcaster, the more money it needs to be used for research, so that they can go further on this road." Bor said the burden behind the spellcaster's strength.

"Do you understand the concept of the Black Iron Level now?" Bor asked as if he had thought of something.

"Well, I made up for the basic knowledge of extraordinary power last night." Allen replied with certainty, "Extraordinary power, regardless of category or profession, is divided into the Black Iron Level of Revelation, the Silver Level of Radiant, and the Golden Level of Holy Scar."

"The Black Iron Level is the beginning of everything and the extraordinary starting point, just like when humans woke up from ignorance, they were like they were revealed by God, so it was called revelation."

"The silver level is the will, emotions, desires, etc. of the extraordinary person merged into one and was born in the most exciting moment. The soul is extremely powerful and it seems to emit dazzling light in the extraordinary spiritual consciousness, so it is called Huiyao. From this time, the extraordinary person began the journey of truly extraordinary and began the first step to transcend mortals. Before, even if the Black Iron Level was strong, it would not be possible to extend the lifespan. Even because of the bravery and cruelty when he was young, his body was damaged everywhere, and his lifespan might be shorter than that of ordinary people."

"And the Silver Level will not be like this. After entering this stage, the essence of his life begins to sublimate, and his life will naturally be extended. Even if it cannot reach the level of immortal species such as elves and dwarves, it still has a lifespan of 200 years."

"You went to read the book," Bor smiled, as if agreeing, "Then do you know where the biggest leap of the Silver Level is?"

"It's fighting spirit and magic power." Alan also escaped from a somewhat low mood. "The warriors awaken in the emotional turmoil and vigorous spirit, and the magic energy particles in the body merged into one with the body under the light of the soul, achieving the fighting spirit: the situation of the spellcaster is similar. At this time, after the soul awakens, the originally huge spiritual power combined with the magic energy particles in the air under the guidance of the soul, becoming a magic power containing his own unique mark."

"So you understand. In terms of the essence of power, there is not much difference between the caster and the warrior. Fighting energy and magic are just derivatives of vitality. In a sense, Fighting energy is the power born in the body that is trained to the extreme, while magic power is the power formed by the sublimation of the spirit. The two are just different manifestations of the essence of life in the process of sublimation. Although the focus is different, the essence is not different." Bor looked at Allen and said seriously.

"Brother Bor, don't worry, I won't be so uneasy." Allen understood what Bor meant, did not change the subject, nor did he feel lost, and answered seriously and firmly.

"Well, then do you have any desire for a war profession?" Bor asked, ending the previous topic.
Chapter completed!