Standing in an unknown dark alley at the city dock, the boy, whose clothes were stained black and red by his own blood, stared at the ships docked on the plank road in amazement, his whole body stunned.
Apparently, he was caught in the wild and therefore didn't know his exact location.
Later, Sarevok's men secretly transported him to an abandoned temple deep underground. Because there was a black bag on his head, it was impossible to know where he had passed along the way.
The only thing he knew was that all the people who were captured with him had a common identity, that is, the descendants of Baal, the god of murder.
Yes!
The people that Sarevok sacrificed were not ordinary people, but his half brothers and sisters.
Some of them were captives bought from other places at high prices, while others knew the identities of the other party and then sent their men to kidnap them.
Because Baal foresaw his own death, he created thousands of descendants in Faerun with faint divinity and divine power, so many that they are simply impossible to count.
The races cover most of the humanoid creatures and 70% of the monster encyclopedia.
Especially in areas where his church and believers are most concentrated, there may be hundreds of Sons of Baal in a city and its surrounding areas.
This density and wide distribution resulted in the fact that after the end of the Troubled Years, although some of Baal's followers killed and sacrificed a large number of God's Children, the remaining numbers were still enough to stir up a bloody storm.
As Cyric fell into complete madness, the divinity and divine power that had been dormant in the Son of Bhaal were activated.
At first, they just started to have all kinds of strange dreams uncontrollably, and then when they woke up, they would gain some spell-like abilities.
For example, Cure Light Wounds, which is often used by priests and druids; Vampiric Touch, which can absorb the vitality of others to restore one's own injuries; or summoning divine energy to temporarily increase one's strength, agility, and constitution attributes.
In short, when these abilities appear, the Son of Bhaal is no longer an ordinary person.
They will want to use these powers to benefit themselves, and at the same time they will have a strong bloodthirsty tendency and urge to kill, and gain an indescribable excitement and pleasure from it.
The more he kills, and the more painful the deaths he inflicts, the more powerful the Son of Bhaal becomes.
When they begin to kill each other, divinity and divine power will begin to boil, and then continue to concentrate in the bodies of those surviving sons of God, eventually completing the leap from quantitative change to qualitative change, igniting the spark of divinity and becoming the new God of Murder.
This is why the wise Alando mentioned in his prophecy that the descendants of the god of murder would cause war, killing and turmoil.
However, the essence of things like divine power and divinity is the power formed by the projection of the spirit and faith of the material world into the outer plane.
So while Baal's ministry of death and killing will have a huge impact on it, it is not static.
This can be seen from the various abilities that the Son of Bhaal gained after awakening.
Among them, warriors like Sarevok and Aberdare, who are muscular and often draw their swords to kill people when they disagree with something, are naturally more inclined to heal, suck blood, and even transform into killers.
The Sons of Bhaal who become mages and warlocks mostly have spells related to killing and death.
In short, divinity is the essence of the Son of God, and various spell-like abilities are manifestations of divine power.
Since everyone's soul, thinking, personality and cognition are different, there are no two Sons of Baal with exactly the same abilities.
The human boy who looks only six or seven years old is the most special one among them. He is also the son of Bhaal who has maxed out the talents of escape and survival.
Because he had no desire to kill, but simply wanted to survive the fight between brothers and sisters, the first ability that was born was ultra-long-distance random magic teleportation.
Whenever in danger, the young Son of Bhaal activates a quick-cast spell to escape from the enemies who are chasing him and want to kill him. This spell can be used once a day.
Faking death and self-healing are the second abilities he acquired after being captured, tortured, abused, and cruelly sacrificed.
As the name suggests, this ability can cause the boy to suffer a fatal injury and fall into a state of complete cardiac arrest, respiratory cessation, and rapid body hypothermia, which is no different from real death in a biological sense.
This state can last for at least a few hours.
When the enemy leaves, he will recover quickly, then replace the dug out organs or severed heads and limbs, and return to his original state within the next few minutes.
Because he was forced to participate as a sacrifice in several sacrificial ceremonies held by Baal's followers or other powerful sons of Baal, he also absorbed a lot of divine power and divinity, so his mental growth is older than his appearance and he is more rebellious.
The previous behavior of giving the middle finger and urinating in the abandoned temple was an external manifestation.
There is no doubt that the boy hated his father, Baal, the god of murder, and he hated even more the fanatical believers who wanted to kill him, as well as his brothers and sisters who were also sons of Baal.
After all, in just less than a few months, he had been randomly teleported at least a dozen times, across most of Faerun, and had been killed more than once by means of beheading, heart digging, and disembowelment.
Even the family that adopted the boy immediately and mercilessly abandoned him after learning that he was the son of Baal.
The sudden and drastic changes made this little guy become a little radical, extreme, dark and cynical.
In order to survive, he became more and more unscrupulous, even indifferent to his life.
"Damn it! It seems I have to change into clean clothes first, and then steal some things to sell for money." The boy narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.
Without any hesitation!
He quickly locked onto two guys who were sneaking around like thieves, pulled out a ritual dagger he had taken from the temple, and followed them into a private house.
About three or five minutes later, the young Son of Bhaal, who was almost as tall as a dwarf, walked out holding a bloody dagger.
Not only did he change into a clean set of clothes, but he also had a dry purse in his hand.
There is no doubt that he personally killed the two members of the Shadow Thieves Guild in Baldur's Gate.
Even though this guy can only pretend to be dead in front of Sarevok, he is still essentially a son of Bhaal, and a son of Bhaal who has awakened divine power and divinity.
Coupled with the natural deceptiveness of children, many people are often killed by their sneak attacks without realizing it.
With the money he found on the two thieves, the boy first went to eat something to fill his stomach, and then used the remaining money to buy the finest silk clothes and shoes and socks, dressing himself up like a young master of a wealthy family, and went straight to the only shop selling magic items in Baldur's Gate - the Witch Grocery Store.
Obviously, he was planning to do something big.
Compared to those ordinary goods that are of low value and extremely heavy, magic items are definitely good things that are easy to carry and very easy to cash in.
Even with the small body of a six or seven-year-old boy, he can easily carry a few pieces and run away.
The only problem now is how to fool the shopkeepers here and the numerous magical burglar alarms.
"Welcome! If you need help or advice, you can always come to me."
As soon as I stepped over the threshold, a young female apprentice in a deep blue robe standing in front of the counter greeted me with a smile.
It is not difficult to tell from her friendly attitude and skillful greetings that she has definitely received very professional training.
To be precise, ever since the boss here, Habaser Derin, who was also the highest-level wizard in the area around Baldur's Gate, took over the concessions left by the red-robed wizards in many cities, he began to integrate the resources and markets at hand.
In just a few years, they successfully took advantage of the large number of high-level spellcasters and liches within the organization to form a monopoly in many areas.
No matter whether they are adventurers, mercenaries, or local nobles, wealthy businessmen, and governments, generally speaking, for their own safety and to ensure that they do not buy anything cursed, they will look for the sign of the Witch Grocery Store and choose to shop here.
Because in the witchcraft grocery store, every bottle of potion and every piece of equipment is clearly marked with a price, and all the uses and precautions are clearly stated, and there will never be deliberate concealment of dangers.
And we promise that if any quality problems occur, we will give the buyer at least double compensation.
This is obviously a blessing for those who don't know much about magic but want to enjoy the benefits and conveniences it brings.
更何况魔法物品是如此的昂贵，以至于即便是对于很多有钱人而言也是不折不扣的奢侈品，必须要谨慎考虑才会做出选择。
此时有信誉、保障和售后服务的优势就体现了出来。
这就好像买一般比较便宜的日常生活用品，大部分人都不会在意在其品牌和销售平台。
但要是购买那些价格动辄几万、几十万、几百万的商品，则都会认准品牌和售后保障比较齐全的销售平台一样，哪怕要因此而多花一点钱。
哈巴瑟·德林就是抓住了购买魔法物品消费者的这种心理，创造了整个费伦大陆第一家覆盖面积巨大的连锁魔法商店。
他一只手紧紧抓着市场，另外一只手则捏着渠道。
其他想要通过制造和出售魔法物品赚钱的奥术施法者，往往需要加入其中并且接受差不多百分之十到十五的抽成，才能把自己的东西快速卖掉，亦或是通过这里来购买稀有的材料、高级卷轴和魔法物品。
在这种结合了强大势力、资本运作、巨量魔法资源的强势碾压下，传统那些以个人或法师塔为单位的“小作坊”，根本无法与之进行竞争。
要么被迅速挤压到维持不下去关门歇业，要么只能加入其中成为供货商兼消费者。
除了深水城、银月城这种拥有许多抱团高阶法师的城市，其他地区纷纷沦陷。
尤其是压根没有形成统一政权的博德之门周边，还有陷入常年内战的泰瑟尔王国，魔法资源基本不是直接被奥法秘术会的巫妖控制，就是被其附属势力掌握。
不过这个来自费伦大陆东方的男孩，显然并不知道巫术杂货店的背景有多么恐怖。
更不知道威名赫赫的塞尔红袍法师，就因为在博德之门开了个租界抢生意，结果被一发九环【冰山撞击】直接带走，连一个侥幸逃生的人都没有。
事后尸体还被悬挂在最显眼的地方示众。
否则他绝对不会产生在这里偷东西的念头。
由于巫术杂货店所有的东西都是明码标价，因此男孩很快便锁定了店里最昂贵的几件东西。
尤其是在架子上挂着标价七万金币的【高等音爆号角】，让他不由自主的心跳加快，呼吸也变得急促起来。
如果能把这件东西偷走，哪怕是到下一个城市折价一半卖出去，也足够他找个没人认识自己的村庄躲起来度过余生了。
正所谓富贵险中求！
为了远离巴尔之子的相互厮杀好好活下去，男孩深吸了一口气对守在门口柜台的女学徒说道：“我要买这个！”
瞬间！
一楼所有顾客都下意识的抬起头，用震惊且难以置信的眼神盯着这个小家伙，根本不相信六七岁的孩子能拿出七万金币巨款。
女学徒显然也不相信，立刻走过来用充满怀疑的语气问：“你确定？这件强大的魔法物品可是价值七万金币！你知道七万金币放在一起有多大一堆吗？”
“我当然知道！少废话！快帮我把它从架子上拿下来。”男孩故意装出一副不耐烦的样子催促道。
他之所以没有直接拿了就跑，主要是害怕上边会有要命的魔法陷阱。
要知道很多出售昂贵东西的商店，都会在一些价值最高的物品上加装防盗系统。
有些只是单纯的警报，但还有些则会向盗窃者喷出强酸、火焰、闪电，亦或是直接打开一个异次元空间的大门，把人扔进半位面中关起来。
例如深水城著名的制甲大师——希尔莫，其店内的某些盔甲就被加持了活化法术。
当有盗贼进入的时候，这些盔甲就会活过来并发动攻击。
“好吧，希望你真的带了足够的钱付账。
要知道在这里捣乱可是要付出很惨痛的代价。
我们也许不会跟你这个小孩子斤斤计较，但你的父母却要因此而承受巨大的损失。”
说完这番充满警告意味的话，女学徒还是伸出手把【高等音爆号角】从架子上拿了下来，递到男孩的面前。
还没等她来得及要求对方付款，男孩就猛然间一把夺过散发着金色光芒的号角，然后狠狠撞了一下女学徒柔软的小腹，掉头就往门口冲去。
“守卫之神海姆在上！我的眼睛花了，还是出现了错觉。博德之门居然有人敢在巫术杂货店抢劫？”
“哈哈哈哈！这下可有好戏看了！”
“我敢打赌，那个男孩肯定是外地来的，根本不了解在这里抢劫意味着什么。”
“是啊！希望他被抓住之后不要吓尿裤子！”
一时之间，原本还在挑选心仪魔法物品的顾客都纷纷摆出一副看好戏的架势。
“该死的小混蛋！我就知道！”
被撞倒的女学徒迅速从地上爬起来，恶狠狠的瞪了一眼那个即将冲向门口的背影，立马使用权限封闭了出口。
下一秒……
砰！ 男孩不出意外的撞上了一层无形的力场墙。
由于冲的太猛，他当场被巨大的反作用力掀翻摔了个七荤八素。
正当他想要发动每天一次的随机传送能力逃走时，突然看到一名身穿紫色长袍的老人凭空出现在大厅，用充满威严的声音质问道：“究竟怎么回事？为什么要启动防护法术关闭入口？”
“哈巴瑟大师！是那个该死的小兔崽子！他想要抢走价值七万金币的【高等音爆号角】！”女学徒赶忙说出了缘由。
“嗯？什么！”
哈巴瑟先是愣了一下，紧跟着把目光投向挣扎着从地上爬起来的男孩，瞳孔中闪烁着骇人的幽光。
尽管他外表看起来跟以前没什么两样，可实际上已经是不死的巫妖形态，因此浑身上下散发着令人不安的恐惧灵气。
作为巴尔之子，男孩显然也感受到了巫妖身体里充斥象征死亡的负能量，立刻变得异常紧张、警惕，二话不说便启动了瞬间传送能力。
瞬间！
刺眼的白光从他体内喷涌而出，随后整个人便消失不见。
这一幕不仅让女学徒和围观的顾客看傻了眼，就连哈巴瑟本人都有点懵逼。
毕竟传送魔法可不是随随便便来个法师都能施展的。
五环的远距离传送术自然不必多说，起码需要LV9的法师、术士等级才有可能学会。
四环的短距离的任意门，同样也需要LV7的法师跟术士等级。
通常来说，即便是难得一见的天才，达到这个等级基本也都有二十五岁到三十岁的年纪了。
至于普通法师，可能努力一辈子都不一定能跨过LV5的门槛。
可现在呢？
一个看上去只有六七岁大的男孩，居然当众瞬发了一个四环乃至五环的传送魔法，没有吟唱哪怕一个音节的咒语，更没有做出任何施法动作。
简直匪夷所思！ 此时此刻，哈巴瑟甚至忘记了那个价值七万金币被抢走的【高等音爆号角】，对男孩本身产生了强烈的兴趣。
他迅速施展好几个预言系魔法，通过定位物品、定位人，很快便确认了男孩现在的位置。
紧跟着也施展无错传送，瞬间跨过空间上的遥远距离，直接出现在崎岖的山地附近，刚好拦住了男孩的去路。
后者显然是第一次经历刚随机传送完就被逮住的情况，脸色瞬间变得无比难看。
但问题是今天已经使用过一次传送能力，在二十四小时之内没办法再用第二次。
所以无奈之下，他只能猛地把【高等音爆号角】扔向巫妖，自己掉头撒丫子狂奔。
哈巴瑟随意施展了一个法师之手将号角接住，然后摸着下巴饶有兴致的小声嘀咕：“没有施展其他法术，也没有再次进行传送……
不出意外的话应该只是一种天生的类法术能力。
有点意思！ 就让我来看看你究竟是某种强大魔法生物的后代，还是带有异位面生物的血统，又或者得到了什么赐福。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，巫妖迅速给自己加持了一个飞行术，腾空而起追了上去。
在半空中，他从随身携带的次元袋中取出一根活化绳索，从高空丢下去。
男孩在发现之后，马上拔出匕首想要割断绳子。
但遗憾的是他的力气太小了，根本无法轻易割断坚韧的绳索，很快便被捆了个结实。
“唉——我最近可真是倒霉透顶！”
意识到自己栽了之后，男孩迅速放弃抵抗选择躺平。
反正他有假死与自愈的能力，大不了死一次，等对方离开后再继续跑路。
可让男孩感到意外的是，哈巴瑟并没有释放魔法火焰、闪电或是冰霜，反而降落下来用略带好奇的语气问：“你叫什么名字？来自什么地方？”
“现在问这些还有意义吗？”
The boy rolled his eyes in annoyance, showing the rebellious side of his character.
"Of course it makes sense. I really want to know your background and why you can teleport instantly. And if you answer all the questions honestly, I will not pursue the matter of you robbing the store."
Habaser calmly put forward the conditions.
"real?"
The boy's eyes lit up slightly.
Habaser smiled and nodded: "Of course it's true, I always keep my words.
But the premise is that you cannot lie, let alone deliberately conceal certain key information.
Otherwise the promise will be deemed invalid.
I will also use magic to confirm it."
Hearing this, the expression on the boy's face suddenly became uncertain, as if he was hesitating and struggling.
After about a minute or two, he raised his head again and slowly uttered two words: "Okay!"
"Very good, then we have reached an agreement. Now answer my previous question."
Habaser sat down on a nearby rock and assumed a listening posture.
The boy organized his words a little, and then said: "My name is Sancho, and I originally lived in Nice, Cesc.
As for the last name, I'm not sure myself.
As far as I can remember, I have been an orphan and I don’t know who my parents are.
Until one day, a group of guys claiming to be followers of Baal came to the door.
If you're wondering why I can cast teleport spells instantly, it actually comes from a cursed bloodline.
Because my father is Baal, the famous god of murder, and I am a son of Baal.
"You are the son of Baal? I see!"
As a core member of the organization, Habaser certainly couldn't be unaware of the inside story.
After all, Chief Zuo Si has recently been focusing on these sons of God and the wars and killings they have caused on the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
There are also many records about beliefs and gods in the organization.
Therefore, the lich was very clear about the teleportation ability of the boy in front of him, and its core was an external manifestation of divine power.
Based on the intelligence collected so far, it can now be confirmed that the awakened Sons of Bhaal have at least one or two hundred spell-like abilities.
From attaching the power of death to weapons for physical attacks, to various divine arts, arcane arts, and psionic powers, the scope of coverage is simply incredible.
Although most of them are relatively low-level spells, they are enough to prove that divine power can simulate any known type of magic.
"I've answered the questions, can you let me go now?" the boy who called himself Sancho asked cautiously.
Habaser answered without hesitation: "Ah! Of course no problem. But before I release you, I want to give you another choice."
"What choice?"
There was a wary gleam in Sancho's eyes.
"I believe you must be tired of this kind of life of wandering and fleeing, without any sense of security at all, right?
The additional option I give you is to follow me to meet someone who can change your destiny.
He also happens to be very interested in sons of Bhaal like you.
And I noticed that you are actually very smart and have great potential. You should know that escaping like this is not a solution.
One day, the other sons of Bhaal will find you, kill you, and take away the power of Bhaal, the god of murder, within you.
But this person can help you.”
It goes without saying that Habaser wanted to introduce this very special boy to Zuo Si.
"Could this him you are talking about be a son of Baal like me?"
Sancho obviously did not trust the lich in front of him.
To be exact, ever since he was abandoned by his adoptive family, he no longer trusted anyone and was full of suspicion towards everything around him.
Habaser smiled and shook his head: “No, of course not.
If Lord Soth wants to kill you, or take away the power in your body.
With your current abilities, you won't have the slightest chance of resistance.
Come on, stand up and take my arm, and I will take you to him now."
With that, the lich released the animated ropes.
Sancho was obviously skeptical, but he still grabbed the other person's wide sleeve obediently.
After experiencing many conspiracies, betrayals, and bloody sacrifices, he knew one thing: never attempt to challenge someone who is countless times stronger than yourself.
Otherwise, you will pay a very painful price for it.
Along with the sound of chanting the spell, the boy only felt a dazzling white light appear in front of his eyes, followed by a dizzying sensation.
Just a second later, he appeared out of nowhere in a room with several huge portals.
One of the portals was clearly kept open, and one could clearly see the bustling city and streets on the other side, as well as the huge elliptical aircraft that occasionally flew across the sky, and all kinds of strange flying creatures.
Even including the terrifying evil chromatic dragon.
However, instead of launching an attack, these dragons could be seen riding on the dragons' backs with knights and spellcasters holding strange weapons.
There is no doubt that this portal connects to the floating city of Plantia.
The oval-shaped aircraft the boy saw was exactly the airship that had been put into mass production and large-scale use.
Those flying creatures and dragons are the products of magical creatures and genetic engineering.
As more and more scientific research departments have achieved breakthroughs in both technology and theory, the floating city is developing at an unimaginable speed, with something interesting coming out almost every two or three months.
The magnificent scenery that blended modern technology with magic shocked Sancho, a native of the medieval continent of Faerun, so much that he was unable to recover for a long time.
"Hey! Stop looking! Hurry up and follow me! If you can get the approval and acceptance of Lord Soth, it will be no problem for you to live there."
Habaser gently tugged on the boy's collar.
Sancho finally woke up from his dream and couldn't help asking: "What is the other side of the portal? Is it located in another continent? Why have I never heard of it?"
"No, it's not another continent, not even in Toril, but another plane and world."
Habaser then explained, then quickened his pace and walked through the corridor to the room exclusively for the tower master on the upper floor.
When the two came in, Zuo Si had obviously been notified in advance. He put away the scroll of Netheril he had just been reading, sat on the sofa and gently stroked the Chaos Hound Kozef, which had turned into a puppy, giving people a very relaxed feeling.
"Sir, I have brought the person to you."
Habaser placed one hand on his chest and bowed.
He was obviously full of respect for the young leader.
After all, the organization's increasing amount of richer and more advanced magic information was basically obtained by the other party from somewhere unknown and was open to all core members.
As long as you accumulate enough contribution points, you can exchange them for the knowledge you want at will.
"Well done. Now go do your work. I'll take care of the Son of Bhaal."
Zuo Si gave the lich an approving look.
The latter understood what he meant, patted the boy's shoulder gently, then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
After Habaser was completely gone, Zuo Si asked, "Would you like something to drink? Hot cocoa? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Or a can of Happy Fat House Water?"
"Happy Fat House Water?"
Sancho blinked in confusion, obviously having never heard of such a drink.
"Hehe, believe me, you will like it."
Zuo Si stood up with a smile, took out a red can from a cabinet that exuded a cold air, opened it and handed it to the boy.
The cold feeling instantly alerted Sancho, and he put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, staring at the black liquid that kept bubbling and making noises and asked: "Are you sure this thing is not poisonous and can be drunk?"
"Don't worry, I've been drinking for more than 20 years, and I'm still alive and well, right?"
As he spoke, Zuo Si also opened a can, tilted his head back and gulped down two mouthfuls.
Perhaps because he saw that the other party had also drunk it, Sancho finally mustered up the courage to pour some into his mouth. An unprecedented strange taste quickly filled his taste buds.
Especially the stimulation brought by the bubbles exploding in his mouth and the cool feeling made him suddenly become extremely excited.
With such a strong sense of freshness, the boy quickly drank the whole can and burped loudly.
“How does it taste?”
Zuo Si asked casually.
"Hmm - it tastes weird, but surprisingly good. What kind of drink is this? Why have I never seen it in a tavern?"
Sancho licked his lips with satisfaction and put the empty aluminum can back on the table.
"A carbonated drink. You haven't seen it because it comes from another world."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and gave the answer frankly.
Because he came from another world and possessed the ability to travel through time and space, it was no longer a secret in the west coast of Faerun, and there was no need to hide it.
Since he had seen the portal leading to the floating city, Sancho was not surprised by this answer.
After drinking a can of iced Happy Fat House Water, he was obviously calmer. He finally mustered up the courage to ask, "I heard from that wizard just now that you are very interested in the Son of Baal?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, I am very interested. Especially a son of Baal like you who has successfully gotten rid of his bloodlust and desire for killing."
"I don't understand you."
A puzzled expression appeared on Sancho's young face.
"Think carefully about what the brothers and sisters you have met so far have in common." Zuo Si raised his hand and tapped his temple gently as a reminder.
The boy lowered his head and pondered for a moment before answering in an uncertain tone: "They...are all cold-blooded, cruel and bloodthirsty?"
"That's right! Influenced by your father, the God of Murder, all sons of Baal will inevitably develop the urge to bloodlust and murder.
And they can get pleasure from it and develop a strong addiction.
But you didn't.
If you don't mind, could you tell me how you did it?"
As he said this, Zuo Si leaned forward slightly, his eyes flashing with a deep blue light.
There is no doubt that blue mana is flowing in his body at this moment, continuously reading the other party's memory and thoughts.
“I don’t really know.
At the beginning, when I saw blood and death for the first time, I became very excited.
But soon this excitement disappeared, replaced by indifference and numbness.
Generally speaking, I would not kill easily unless I was forced to do so by necessity or was forced into a corner.
Killing is as natural to me as breathing, but I don’t enjoy it.”
Sancho used not very accurate words to roughly describe the changes that had taken place in himself.
But Zuo Si was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and continued to ask: "What about death? Did you have any special feelings when you fell into suspended animation and woke up again?"
"How... do you know all this?!"
The boy's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of horror.
You have to know that this is his biggest secret, and also the trump card that allows him to survive until now.
Now that he was suddenly exposed by an outsider, he would inevitably fall into deep fear.
Zuo Si noticed this and immediately comforted him softly, "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you, I just want to find out what happened to you.
Of all the Sons of Bhaal, only one, I know of, has ever managed to stave off the onslaught of Bhaal's divinity.
His name was Balthazar, and he was a powerful monk.
And you are the second one discovered so far.
You are special, more special than you think.
Did you know that successfully resisting the invasion of Baal's divinity on your will means that the divinity in your body has undergone a subversive change?
It ceased to be part of the power of the murderous god and became something that belonged to you.
You have the potential to break free from your father's influence, inherit the Blood Throne, and become a brand new god.
Instead of just becoming the nourishment for Baal's resurrection like his other brothers and sisters.
If you wish, I can be your mentor and teach you how to develop and use this power.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to become a god.
I can teach you magic knowledge and make you an excellent wizard."
Gulp!
When Sancho heard this, he swallowed nervously and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
He simply couldn't believe that he, who only wanted to avoid pursuit and survive, actually had the potential to become a god.
What is God? For most children aged six or seven, it may not even be possible to understand, let alone believe in a God.
But Sancho, who had been sacrificed several times, knew very well that God meant a powerful force beyond mortals and could have a decisive influence on the spirit and will of mortals.
Even though Baal, the God of Murder, has been dead for many years, his fanatical followers are still trying to find ways to resurrect him.
And the simplest method, naturally, is to keep killing the Sons of Baal, so that divinity and divine power will continue to gather on the last individual.
Until the critical point is broken and the King of Killing finally returns from the star realm.
The reason why Baal's followers suddenly became so crazy actually has a lot to do with Bane, the god of tyranny.
It was the resurrection of this dark king that gave them great encouragement.
"Why are you helping me?"
After a long silence, Sancho mustered up the courage to ask again.
Zuo Si raised the corner of his mouth meaningfully and said, "Because I want to understand the changes that happened to you, as well as the specific process of a mortal becoming a god.
This is a very interesting research topic, and you are a very rare research sample.
Plus, if you end up being the new God of Murder, I get a new god as an ally.
Even if I fail, I can still get a smart apprentice.
Why not? "
"Then will you protect me?"
Sancho obviously realized that this choice might affect his own destiny, so his heart began to beat wildly.
After all, he is just a child of six or seven years old.
No matter how much you experience, your mind is still far from being fully mature.
Zuo Si answered directly: "Yes!
But it is limited to within half a year.
You must study hard and become stronger in half a year, and then bravely face the challenge of fate.
Remember, a son of Bhaal has no choice before completely abandoning his divinity and power.
Either eat other brothers and sisters, or be eaten by other brothers and sisters.
Tell me, do you want to be a predator or do you want to be someone else's food?"
"I don't want to be someone else's food! I want to be a predator!"
Sancho made his choice immediately without any hesitation.
"Very good! From now on, I will be your mentor. As time is tight, let's skip those meaningless nonsense and get straight to the point."
Bang! With a muffled sound, Zuo Si threw a thick stack of books that apprentices must master on the table.
"I'll give you two weeks to finish reading all the contents of these books.
Generally speaking, it takes an ordinary mage apprentice at least several months to one or two years to master this knowledge.
But you are different!
You are the son of God, and you possess awakened divinity and divine power within you, so your learning speed should be several times, dozens of times, or even dozens of times faster than that of ordinary people.
If there is anything you don't understand or don't know, you can ask the consciousness of the tower and it will give you a detailed answer.
I have prepared a room for you on the third floor of the tower, and you can start studying now."
"clear!"
Sancho picked up the books with some difficulty and turned to leave.
After watching him walk away completely, Atona, who had been hiding in the corner for a long time, finally came out and asked with a slightly curious tone: "Master, what is the real reason why you accepted him as your disciple?"
“In order to understand the changes in the characteristics of divine power.
Didn't you notice?
Something very interesting happened to this boy.
I'm not sure if it happened naturally or if some god did something about it.
Instead of letting him run around outside, it is better to keep him under your nose and observe him carefully.
I have a task for you, keep an eye on Sancho's every move, but don't attract his attention..."
Zuo Si reached out and stroked the succubus loli's little head and gave instructions.
(End of this chapter)