However, temperature control was the key to this trial; raising it to orange-red was just the beginning, not the time to relax.
In such a high-temperature environment, it was easy to feel irritable and unable to calm down, making it difficult to control the force in one's hands.
But Durin had previously done even more tedious and boring work slaughtering poultry, and that job taught Durin to remain calm at all times.
Otherwise, if one lost composure, those poultry would struggle and escape from one's hands, and one would also get hurt.
Unbeknownst to him, it was already noon.
Durin rested for a while, then after bidding farewell to Blacksmith Kang, he rushed towards the public elevator, eager to return to the lower levels of Zaun to work as a mage's assistant.
Along the way, he bought himself a black bread to fill his stomach.
He knew that Kreslin had promised to test his magic talent today and also promised him a bottle of Emerald Potion.
After paying one copper circle coin, Durin stood in the corner of the public elevator, quietly waiting for it to descend.
Once the elevator came to a steady stop, Durin followed the crowd out and made his way to Third Avenue, number 453.
Durin walked straight up to the second floor and found the male servant Tuls already cleaning inside, while Kreslin was already sitting in a chair listening to the radio.
Upon seeing Durin enter, Kreslin turned off the radio and motioned for the male servant to leave.
After the door closed, he unhurriedly picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of red tea, and casually asked, "Durin, you are 22 this year, not young anymore."
"Yes."
Durin nodded in response.
Kreslin shook his head, stating the cruel truth, "Then you have no hope. Don't waste your time on this. The path of a Mage isn't as easy as you imagine; you're only seeing the superficial glory."
"What do you mean?"
Durin frowned and retorted, "You want to go back on your word?"
"No, no. Since I promised you, I naturally won't go back on my word. I'm just preparing you mentally in advance."
Kreslin shook his head and said seriously, "What I want to tell you is, to become a Mage, you must undergo training at a very young age, around 6 years old, to receive enlightenment and test your magic talent."
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Durin fell silent.
He already somewhat understood what the other party meant, but he had transmigrated, so perhaps people's physiques were different?
"At 22 years old, honestly, unless you are born with extraordinary talent, you won't even touch the threshold of a Mage Apprentice, let alone a Mage later on."
"I still want to try, please, Mage Kreslin."
Durin said stubbornly, looking like he wouldn't give up until he hit a brick wall.
Kreslin's right hand glowed with dazzling white starlight, his fingertip pointing across the air at the bookshelf. As his fingertip moved, a book on Arcane Runology seemed to be pulled out by an invisible hand, floating through the air to the other end of the long table, finally landing steadily on the table.
Then, he quickly flipped to one of the most basic and common rune pages.
Immediately after, he continued, "The path of a Mage has strict requirements for magic perception talent. First, your spiritual power must far exceed that of ordinary people; second, you must have sensitive elemental affinity; and third, you must have a certain degree of magic resistance. If any of these three conditions are missing, it will cause damage to the soul, making you increasingly weak, and in severe cases, leading to madness and even death."
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