Chapter 11

Meditation is a skill that everyone can use. It's just different levels. The lowest level is that one hour of meditation can only be equivalent to one hour of sleep for ordinary people. With the improvement of the level, the level of meditation is also different. The higher the level, the better the quality of rest and the faster the recovery.

So far, Soga has not learned meditation. Although he can learn magic, his mental power is still too weak to enter the state of meditation. Basically, once he learns meditation, he is upgraded from a magic apprentice to a trainee magician.

What Soga wanted to say was actually rest, but when it spread to the outside, it became meditation. Although it was only a change of vocabulary, there was no doubt that Soga's image immediately became great. At this moment, he was no longer a magic apprentice, but a magic mage!

After resting for a full hour, Suoga barely recovered his spirit and began to perform the moisturizing technique again. In this way, Suoga performed for a while and rested for a while throughout the day. Until the sunset, all the talents scattered and went home.

Tired, he tied the two chairs together and walked home on his shoulders. Between his hands, he held the big bundle of white cloth. Although he was tired and wanted to die, he felt the heavy gold coins in his arms and his inner satisfaction, which could not be compared with anything.

From the beginning to the dark, Soga performed moisturizing techniques for 176 people. While reaping a lot of money, Soga was surprised to find that his spiritual strength was growing. After the last rest, Soga performed 25 moisturizing techniques in one breath. This progress is not an ordinary big!

The harvest is not just these. After a whole day, Soga successfully performed 176 moistening spells. These successful experiences are the most precious wealth of a mage. Since history, how many mages died because they did not successfully perform spells at the critical moment has not been counted.

The only way for a mage to master a spell well is to release the spell again and again and accumulate all the experience of success and failure. When they turn casting a spell into an instinct, the heart will move, and the mind will move manually, they will basically not fail.

Moreover, the more times you successfully cast it, the deeper you will understand this spell. After reaching a certain level, it is not impossible to create magic by yourself. There are no fewer than a thousand kinds of self created magic recorded in history. Unfortunately, self created magic has one feature, that is, it can not be copied! Except for the creator, no one can reproduce them. It represents a mage's understanding and understanding of magic, which is unique.

Resisting the table, she returned to the door. Because her hands were full of things, she couldn't open the door. Helpless, Soga had to kick the door gently with her feet. When she heard the sound, her mother soon opened the door and looked at Soga with surprise.

A little stunned, the woman quickly recovered and hurriedly took the white cloth in Soga's arms: "you child is so naughty. Where did you go with the stool? I thought there was a thief at home. "

Although she said so, there was no expression of blame on the woman's face, but a smile. For her son, the woman always had a deep apology. She was ill for three years, which made her son lose the opportunity to play with her little partners. In fact, she wished her son could play lawlessly and return home tired like other children, A child should have deserved it.

Conveniently put the white cloth on the bed. The woman washed her towel, lovingly wiped Soga's small face and asked softly, "where did you play today? Did you play with your classmates? "

Looking at her loving mother, Soga smiled happily. All the hard work is worth it. As long as her mother can smile happily every day, Soga won't complain even if she eats more pain.

Gently reaching into his arms, Soga took out his heavy leather pocket: "Mom, what's this?"

Looking at the leather pocket in Soga's hand suspiciously, the woman smiled and thought it must be marbles. Children just like these things. Their son has finally returned to normal children's life. No matter how hard and tired he is, he is worth it.

Although she was not interested in children's things, in order to cooperate with her son, the woman opened her pocket. In order not to spoil her son's interest, she had planned to pretend to praise those marbles, but what she never thought was that when the mouth of the bag was opened and the bright golden light came out, she was really stunned!

For a long time, the woman fiercely closed her pocket, looked at Soga nervously and said, "God! Where did you get the money? Don't tell your mother it was stolen, or your mother will be too disappointed! "

"What! Stolen? " After listening to his mother's words, Soga cried in amazement.

Looking at her son's surprised expression, the mother who deeply understood her son quickly covered her mouth. The so-called knowing her son is better than her mother. Doesn't she understand her son? Anyway, he would never steal it, but if he didn't steal it, where did he get the money?

In doubt, the woman said cautiously, "well, mom knows that Soga won't steal. Now tell me, where did the money come from? Don't lie. "

Hearing his mother's words, Soga couldn't help but proudly straighten his chest and said happily, "these money are earned by Soga with his own ability."“ what! Earned by... By skill! How is this possible? " Hearing her son's words, the woman cried out incredulously. Definitely nodded, Soga continued: "yes, I moved a chair to the street, pulled booman, moisturized my sisters and aunts, one gold coin per person, so I had so much money." Hearing her son's words, the woman was shocked violently, and tears quickly blurred her vision. It turned out that... Everything was like this. The money was really earned by his own ability, but God, he was only an eight year old child. He should have been carefree to play, but now he has thought of provoking the burden of the family. She held Soga in her arms, and the woman cried, "child, it's mom who's sorry for you." Looking at her crying mother, Soga stubbornly shook her head: "no, mom... You have given me the best thing. Soga is already a man. From today on, Soga will take care of her mother and never go to work again!"“ This...... "after hearing Soga's words, the woman hesitated. Although she had to admit that her son really had the ability to take care of her mother, a woman of twenty-four or five years old had to rely on an eight year old child to take care of her, which could not be accepted anyway. Looking at her mother's hesitant expression, Soga said eagerly, "promise me, mom. Soga is really sad to see you so tired and eat so much pain every day. Soga can make money. In the future, Soga will continue to practice hard. Soga wants to buy a big house for her mother, and Soga wants to buy a lot of good things for her mother." Hehe... Listening to her son's words, the woman smiled happily. Although... God didn't give her a dutiful husband, he didn't treat her badly, because God gave her a best son. While thinking, Soga snuggled in her mother's arms and said with longing: "mother should have a good rest, take good care of her body and raise her body first. At that time, Soga will not object if her mother still wants to do things." Speaking of this, Soga begged to raise her head, looked at her mother and said, "promise me, mom. Watching her work day and night, Soga is too painful. Her mother has done enough. Let Soga take care of everything next!" Listening to her son's eager words and feeling her son's sincere care, what else can a woman say? The so-called marriage follows the husband and death follows the son. In ancient times, although the son is still young, the child of the poor family has long been in charge. As Soga said, he is already a little man. In that case, what else can she say as a mother. With tears in her eyes, the woman nodded. With gentle movements, the hot tears finally ran down. Having such a good son is worth a lifetime. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.