I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

As an old programmer who has been working for half his life - no, old druid, Paul Okrut has seen many insightful analyses of druidic teachings.

However, this was the first time that Boll had heard such a phrase that could describe the balance of all things so concisely and perfectly present the concept.

Bol looked at Lian, who was crying and looking for her sister, and the tall and thin girl next to her, and raised the corner of his mouth with a bit of self-mockery.

"Sir Irving," Old Boll once again read out the suffix he had added to Irving on his own initiative.

"do you know?

Xiling is the most gifted child I have ever met, and the one who has the greatest potential to become a regional pastor;

She had studied and understood the doctrine for at least fifty years;

But even if she practices for another fifty years, her ability to interpret the doctrine will still not be as good as Mr. Irving’s.”

Ivan's face turned red at the inexplicable praise, and he secretly sighed that it was a good thing that he didn't start talking about mountains of gold and silver.

But before he could come to his senses, he grasped another message in old Boll's words.

"Ms. Xiling is already over fifty?"

He looked into the distance in disbelief. The tall and thin man, who habitually covered his face with a hood, suddenly came to his senses when a teenage girl called him "sister".

Speaking Elvish, then what else could that be but elves?

But what about the ears? What about the elves' iconic pointy ears?

"Xi Ling is ninety-one years old, and Xiao Lian should be almost eighty years old. The two of them are not far apart."

Turning around, Paul, with the expression of a kind old father, saw Ivan staring at the back of Lian's head, and quickly added another sentence.

"They are half-elves."

……

The Prime Material Plane is a world where intelligent species have coexisted for tens of thousands of years.

From the emergence of native species (that is, races evolved from existing creatures in the world, such as humans, elves, etc.);

Then the creation species (species created by gods or other powerful beings, including dwarves, gnomes, etc.) spread all over the world;

Over tens of thousands of years, various hybrids have emerged one after another, and the natives of the main material plane are accustomed to this. No one is like Ai'er, who only looks at other creatures by the standards of humans or his own race.

Elves are long-lived, and can basically live to be 1,800 years old;

If a half-elf is born from mixing with humans, he or she can live to be five hundred years old.

So even the most ignorant native farmer would not shout and scream as if he had seen a rare object when he saw a half-elf child who was the same age as his grandfather.

This is also due to the fact that there is no concept of reproductive isolation between most races, and half-elves and half-orcs can be found everywhere.

Of course, there are also some hybrids that have been transformed by magic or something else. These uncommon guys often make passing farmers stop and take a closer look -

But at most I just looked at it a few more times.

In a world with magic, there is no such thing as a mess that cannot be explained.

Bol pulled Ivan, who kept muttering "Sister is nineteen, younger sister is fifteen, younger sister is not good enough, it will take at least three years", and moved to a secluded corner of the druid station with a thick leather-covered book.

After witnessing someone's unintentional feat last night and being shocked by the "Scientific Outlook on Development", the North District Patriarch is gradually moving away from the path of believing that Ivan is a person favored by God.

As the head of a parish, he has now begun to think about winning over this promising young man, especially since this young man has not yet realized his identity.

"Sir Ai'er, I am surprised by your understanding of Druid teachings."

Boll spread out the pages of the book in his hand, flipped it, and randomly stopped at a page.

“Why don’t we do a little test;

First, we call upon the forest goddess Mielikki silently in our hearts, sensing her presence...

Then, the spell is read as follows...

We need to make a prayer gesture, folding our hands..."

As a time traveler, Alvin is very curious about things like spells.

So when Boll said the word "spell", his concentration began to rise to an unprecedented level.

This is a chance for the useless young people on Blue Star to learn magic.

Alvin felt that he was not as serious as he is now during the years when he was preparing for the college entrance examination.

However, after Paul introduced the entire process, Alvin found himself stuck at the first step.

"Master, I can't sense the goddess..."

Boll was stunned for a moment, then said with some regret.

"It doesn't matter, let's call Obai Hai first..."

On the Prime Material Plane, divine magic and arcane magic are collectively called spells, but the principles between the two are extremely different.

The release of arcane magic mainly relies on spells, gestures and spellcasting materials to mobilize the energy of the world and form various wonderful spell effects;

Unlike the arcane spells cast by the wizard, divine spells mainly rely on the caster's belief in the gods:

First, you must call his name to confirm that the god who will grant you magical powers is still in the service area;

Afterwards, a specific posture is performed as a small prayer ceremony;

Finally, recite the mantra.

Because it relies on prayer postures and calling the name of God as a medium to call on the energy of the world, divine spells do not require any casting materials.

Therefore, divine spellcasters usually wear armor and carry weapons into the battlefield, rather than carrying a bulging bag full of dried bird claws like a wizard.

……

At this moment, after Bol asked Ivan to try all the names of gods that druids would worship, the Blue Star waste still did not feel the slightest so-called "presence of God".

Perhaps, the materialist fighters who grew up under the red flag have no idea what God is, let alone the illusory sense of God.

Under Uncle Bol's regretful gaze, Alvin felt like he had missed out on 100 million yuan, and his mind unconsciously began to drift.

This is the foundation for me to venture into another world, marry a beautiful, rich woman, and reach the pinnacle of my life! How could I miss it like this?

By the way, is it because I received a materialistic education since childhood that I have nothing to do with magic?

Or should I be more idealistic?

That’s not right. Could it be that the original body was too useless and had no talent for casting spells at all?

Of course! That's right! Otherwise, how could he be so dissolute!

How should idealism be practiced? This flower blooms because of me?

……

Just when the Blue Star Waste Young Man's thoughts began to run wild, his strengthened subconscious finally began to recall what Bol had just said, and a tingling warm current gathered in Ivan's palm.

Then, as if possessed by a magic spell, he placed his hand on Uncle Boll's body.

A refreshing white light bloomed.