Big Capitalist

"Brother! Take me with you! Take me with you!" Ed clamored to go into the city with his brother. He had been well protected by his parents and brother since he was a child, and had never been to the city to have a look.

The old hunter Adrian looked at the grown-up Ed and nodded, "Okay, but you have to listen to your brother. Don't run around and don't look around."

"Great! I can go into the city too!" Ed hugged his father happily. Adrian looked at his little son lovingly and stretched out his rough and broad hands to touch his head.

This was the first time that Ed stepped into this ancient and prosperous city. Everything in front of him was overwhelming. The towering stone walls, exquisite carvings, lush gardens and flowing streams intertwined into a moving picture, as if time had stopped here, and the traces of the years were covered by delicate craftsmanship. The sun cast mottled light and shadows through the leaves, and people came and went on the streets. The nobles were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and the knights were heroic on horseback.

Ace took Ed to the wall of the lord's mansion, paused for a moment, turned around and warned him seriously: "Ed, remember, don't run around, and don't talk to strangers. Stay here obediently. I'll go find my mother and be back soon."

Ed nodded. Although his heart was filled with desire for a new and strange world, he still followed Ace's instructions and stood obediently under the wall.

As time went by, Ed's eyes began to wander, trying to capture every detail of the city. At this moment, a low and old voice came to his ears, as if it was floating from the other side of the wall.

The voice was clear and magnetic, the old man was telling a group of noble children the secrets of magic. Ed's heart was instantly attracted, magic, this topic he had longed for, made him hold his breath and listen.

“Magic comes from the mysteries between heaven and earth. It is the combination of will and elements, and the resonance of belief and law.” The old man spoke slowly, his voice like a gentle spring breeze, nourishing every heart that thirsts for knowledge.

The story was in full swing and the children were listening attentively. Ed listened silently under the wall, with endless yearning and curiosity burning in his heart.

Just as he was immersed in his magical fantasy, the old man suddenly turned his head, as if he had noticed his presence, and said with a smile: "My friend outside the wall, don't you want to come in and listen carefully?"

Ed was startled, and then he realized that the old man had already discovered his presence. Although he was a little scared, he was unwilling to give up this hard-won opportunity, and decisively crossed the wall, his heart full of anticipation and nervousness.

When he turned over and landed on the ground, he was shocked by the scene in front of him - this was a simple academy full of magical atmosphere, surrounded by carved runes. If it were not for the old man's invitation, Ed would never be able to enter the academy.

The air was filled with a faint aroma of herbs. In front of Ed was a kind-faced old man who was sitting with a dozen noble children, listening attentively to him telling the secrets of magic.

The noble children were surprised to see the simple clothes Ed was wearing, because those were clothes only the lower class would wear. However, the old man did not care about these details, but enthusiastically invited Ed to join their study circle.

"Welcome, young friend! Today we are discussing magic, and you have been listening for a long time. What do you think magic is?" the old man asked with a smile.

Ed was stunned, his mind was blank, he tried to express himself, but found that he could not describe the wonderful feeling in words. Finally, he mustered up the courage to say: "I don't know, but I can use magic."

This sentence made the surrounding noble children smile mockingly, obviously not believing that a servant could master magic.

At this moment, a hint of interest flashed in the old man's eyes. He leaned forward slightly, expecting Ed's further performance. Ed's heart tightened, and he decided to prove himself with his actions. He concentrated his mind, and a warm glow gradually emerged in the palm of his hand, which was a symbol of the healing magic of light. As the glow flickered, the air around him seemed to become warm and soft.

The laughter of the noble children stopped abruptly, and they were instantly shocked by the strange light. They all turned their eyes to Ed, with disbelief written all over their faces.

The old man stared at Ed with surprise and admiration in his eyes. He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary little boy could actually use magic and seemed to have made considerable achievements in healing techniques.

Ed raised his head anxiously, staring at the old man, and asked urgently: "What exactly is magic?" This question has been bothering him for many years, like an unsolvable puzzle.

The old man stared into Ed's determined and eager eyes, and slowly explained: "Magic is actually the spiritual function of exploring the world. It is the cornerstone of our world."

After hearing this, Ed was shocked and asked, "Does magic mean being close to the truth?" The old man was shocked by Ed's extraordinary understanding ability, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. He smiled slightly, and then Ed began to talk about his experience and his thoughts on magic.

After listening to you, the old man couldn't help laughing, his eyes showing admiration and regret. What a gifted child, it's a pity that you come from an ordinary background.

The old man continued, "Magic is not released by the body or the mind, but by the spirit. You need to concentrate your mind to sense the elements between heaven and earth, erase the irrelevant impurities, and leave the elements you need. Then, combine them according to the existing arrangement, and you can release magic. The so-called spell is actually just a tool to enhance the perception of the arrangement of elements."

Ed thought for a moment, then asked, "In other words, as long as I can arrange the elements correctly and make them work according to my will, I can cast magic even without using spells?"

The old man was once again shocked by Ed's talent and nodded in praise: "Yes, that's right." After that, he began to perform a simple magic demonstration. Ed watched intently, afraid of missing any details.

During the learning process, Ed kept asking questions to the old man, but the old man was only a fifth-level magician. He could not answer many of Ed's profound questions. He could only say helplessly: "These questions have troubled many magicians throughout their lives. If you want to find the answers, I'm afraid there is only one place that can help you."

"Where is that?" Ed asked impatiently.

The old man replied solemnly: "The Arcane Academy is a sacred place for learning in the minds of all mages! It is a palace for magic training created by the great demigod!"

Ed whispered "Arcane Academy" and silently memorized the name in his mind, with infinite yearning burning in his heart.

After the old man taught Ed a simple method of releasing magic, he gently rubbed his head and advised: "Practice more and work hard to improve yourself."

After saying that, the old man took those noble students away. The old man was filled with emotion. The differences in this world were really sad. If Ed was such a talented child, his future achievements would definitely not be inferior to those noble children around him if he had not come from an ordinary background.