Magician.

In the sung biographies of countless bards.

They are all synonymous with mystery, creators of miracles, and indispensable members of the heroic team in many stories.

Becoming a magician is almost every Corellian's childhood dream.

But not everyone has the opportunity to achieve it.

To be precise, for many children at the bottom of society, being able to learn basic reading and writing is a luxury.

For example, the children who grew up in the farms and pastures in the north of Silver Moon City, because their parents had heavy workloads to do, many of the children were even raised by the elderly at home.

Because of the lack of communication and wisdom since childhood, children who grow up in farms and pastures are much duller than children in cities, and most of the basic common sense is only understood after all.

Only by going to the market in Silver Moon City twice a month for shopping can the elders take him to the city to see the elegance of civilization.

That is more like another world to them.

Although the priests of Ogma, the god of knowledge, have been spreading knowledge, they are also human beings and need to live.

Almost most of the Ogma temples are located in various cities.

Ogma's temple is like a library, filled with acolytes who study knowledge and a variety of books, maps, and scrolls.

Many believers make a living by selling writing instruments, providing copying services, and selling maps.

Most temples had a sizable bookbinding department, allowing academic priests to produce various books and pamphlets for inclusion in the church's library department.

Priests will pray every morning to obtain divine spells, and then perform two rituals called "One Day's Foundation".

The former is [binding], which is a ritual of quiet prayer in the morning by writing mysterious symbols;

[Rule] is held in the evening. During the ceremony, each priest will share various works of wisdom and music, and share new knowledge.

Because of this, the priests of most churches live a secluded life in the temple, living with a large number of books and scrolls.

A small number of priests will also choose to be employed as tutors for their children at the invitation of some nobles and middle class, and for the latter, this is also a shameful behavior.

Most of Ogma's priests are savants, but most of them reject the shortcut method of using the cantrip [Discernment].

Being able to understand is one thing, but the skillful use of a language, rhetoric, logic, the art of language and even white lies all require the accumulation of time to slowly master.

Even if magicians use it, they often use it for a certain purpose to identify some languages ​​that are not widely used, such as archaeological manuscripts.

In their view, knowledge is sacred and needs to be faced with piety and respect.

But for the vast majority of ordinary people, being able to master a language as a tool for survival is already very good.

The vast majority of Ogma believers do not clearly understand this, and this contradiction has also become an obstacle to the spread of knowledge.

Even if some pastors choose to travel to the mainland to record their experiences and spread knowledge, they rarely choose to stay in remote villages for too long.

First, they have no source of income.

However, for many ignorant people, the disseminators of these knowledge are not welcomed by them.

They can't stay for long, so what's the use of learning with a half bucket of water? And children often have to serve as half of the labor force at home.

When the children go to study, who will help them work to support the family?

In this era, few scholars are willing to make pure sacrifice and dedication like the Holy Knights of Zhengshenmen.

There was once a pastor who came to a Northland farm to try to open a school, but because of the farce of a certain farmer, the pastor left in shame and anger.

Before leaving, he left a disheartening message:

"The ignorant are not worthy of knowledge."

But children, after all, crave knowledge.

Because for them, knowledge is a window to the world and a bridge to satisfy their unquenched curiosity.

These Northland farms encountered orphans who lost their parents in this disaster. According to their original fate, the young ones would be concentrated in temporary orphanages, waiting for adoption by other families.

Those who are slightly older will most likely be assigned to relatively low-end and simple jobs in some cities, and spend their lives mediocrely.

However, at this moment, after these children experienced the initial discomfort caused by the turbulence of takeoff and the pressure drop during liftoff, they began to be attracted by the bizarre things in front of them.

The oak floor is covered with precious fur carpets, hanging rare plants, the walls are carved with gorgeous reliefs depicting flowers, vines, ferns and trees, and the long table is filled with various exquisite snacks.

But maybe they had been stuffed with the rat meat, fat-headed fish and mushrooms given out by Li Wei before, so even though they were a little greedy at this time, they couldn't eat anymore.

And more importantly, they focus more on another thing.

They are being taken away by a silver dragon!

"Oh my God! Are we really flying? Look out the window, I just saw a big bird flying over!" A child who was obviously a farmer pointed out the window excitedly.

"That's an albatross! Idiot!" a girl with golden twintails couldn't help but corrected.

"Well, I haven't seen it before." The child lowered his head obviously feeling inferior.

"Anna, don't be like this, be well-educated." A child with the same blond hair and a rather special appearance said calmly.

Hearing these familiar words, the girl with twin tails seemed to have remembered something sad and remained silent.

The blond boy also sighed silently.

They shouldn't be here in the first place. Their brother and sister's father is a famous grain merchant in Silver Moon City.

This is the time of year when they go to buy agricultural products. The siblings wanted to see the scenery in the north outside the city, so they were taken there together.

But I encountered a nightmare

And just as he was about to walk towards the window, he heard waves of tiny sobs, appearing so lonely and helpless amidst the noise of a group of children who had temporarily forgotten their sorrow.

He was instinctively attracted by the crying. It turned out that there was a girl wearing a small ocelot shawl huddled alone in the corner of the room, burying her head in her knees.

"Hello, my name is Kevin. Have you encountered any difficulties?" He walked over generously and extended his hand.

The girl raised her head with tears in her eyes, then lowered her eyes, "I am Cecilia, my mother passed away."

Kevin pursed his lips and comforted: "Everyone here has lost a loved one. Don't be afraid. We can help each other in the future. Don't be afraid when encountering difficulties."

But the girl still kept crying.

Kevin noticed that she was holding a small clay pot in her hand and opened her mouth, "Sorry."

This means that the girl's mother should have died in the past two days.

Silvermoon City was afraid that the corpses would cause a plague, so they gathered them together and burned them.

The grief of losing a loved one takes time to digest.

It also took him and Anna two full weeks to gradually adapt to this life of dependence on each other.

"Brother, you are nosy again." Anna looked at Cecilia with some disgust and vigilance, and underestimated her dissatisfaction.

"How can this be called nosy? We have all lost our most cherished relatives, which means we have lost our shelter. No one knows what we will encounter after being put down by the guardian dragon, and how we will be arranged."

Kevin started to talk eloquently: "According to Silvermoon City's past experience, we are all gathered together to wait for adoption, but for those of us who are already half-grown, we may also be directly assigned to work. Each of us is

We are weak, so we might as well get to know each other now, and maybe we can help each other when we encounter difficulties in the future."

Among a group of farmers' children, Kevin seems so special.

And the sound of his words also attracted the attention of many children nearby.

"Can you add me? My name is Ralph." The tall man who was corrected by Anna just now asked a little unconfidently.

"sure."

Kevin's heart moved, and then he said to the children who were looking at him: "Is there anyone else who wants to join?"

The children looked at each other, nodded in agreement, and stepped forward to introduce themselves.

At this time, Anna suddenly raised her hand and said: "Brother, do we also need a name for our small group?"

Kevin looked at the white clouds passing by outside the window and thought for a moment, then said: "We met in the clouds, why not... let's call him the descendant of the clouds."

So on this day, an organization with the original intention of helping each other was established in this [Cloud House].

Descendants of the Clouds.

It is also the beginning of another heroic epic chapter.

Even now...
Chapter completed!