Micheal did not stop after reading about Levels and Types.
He continued to read to learn more about "Mental Acts."
The book basically summarized that "mental acts" are actions taken with the use of mental powers, and ordinary humans saw them as "spells" and "magic."
"Basically, mental power in motion..."
Micheal said to himself.
After some time, he felt that he was getting hungry. Other than eating a small piece of bread before he left his home to check on the test results. He did not eat anything.
He surveyed the book and then found the map.
"It is not that far away anyway."
Before he left the food, he did not miss the wardrobe and blue robes and pants inside of it.
"I should wear these according to the book..."
He then changed his clothes and went to eat some food.
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The Food Hall was big, bigger than most of the small villages; there are gray-robed people serving tables plates of food.
The variety was impressive in the eyes of Micheal.
As he walked left and right, Mel saw him and came to his side.
"Good."
"I thought you would miss the food time."
Michael smiled.
"I cannot; I am very hungry."
Mel smiled and invited him to his small table in the corner. Compared to big long tables, it was easier to eat.
In seconds, gray-robed people brought up several dishes, including meat soup, vegetables, beer, and a milk-based dessert.
"Please."
Mel said, and he started eating. Micheal too did not think much and started eating.
In his life, he had never eaten such good food, and such food would only be possible to be bought by the richest of the town.
After about twenty minutes, Micheal let out a deep breath and smiled with satisfaction as he gulped down the beer.
He could not help but ask.
"Who are those gray-robed people?"
"Servants?"
Mel thought a moment and then nodded.
"They are servants, but they were not servants all the time."
Micheal felt that something had changed. Some sort of a bad feeling sprouted inside of him for a moment.
Mel then continued.
"Usually, newcomers like you have about two years to show some success and four years to reach the Wisp-Level Mystic."
"After two years you will be tested, and if you are not great enough, you will be given two choices."
"These choices are to accept that you will lose all your memories, all the things you have learned here, and go back to your life as it was or accept a servant contract."
"A servant contract is a contract that you make with the organization. They will be giving you food and lodging and a small amount of silver coins every month."
"You will also keep your memories but cannot talk about them when you go outside."
"You will have one day per ten days to go outside."
Micheal thought for a moment and then nodded.
"All these gray-robed people were people who came here to become bigger than they thought they would."
"After they understand and see that they cannot improve themselves, they choose to become servants..."
Micheal thought about his life back in the town.
"For many things considered, living here, working, eating good food, and getting paid in silver and having one day off is a better life for many people, including myself."
Seeing that Micheal was thinking too much about gray-robed people, the servant Mel spoke.
"Do not think much about it."
"You have to be sure and believe yourself to have what it takes to be a Wisp-Level Mystic."
Michael took a deep breath and nodded.
"You may be right," he said, and then he asked another question.
"When are we going to learn about our type?"
Mel smiled; he was happy to see that Micheal was quick to come back to himself and was asking the right questions.
"Tomorrow."
"There will be a weekly program of studies that will be left on your door."
"The first studies you will take are usually simple."
"Theory of Mind Method, Theory of Mental Power, Theory of Mental Acts, Laws of Nature, and other general knowledge that could be useful."
"Two months later, you guys will be given assignments to learn your first mental act."
"Like this."
As Mel said his words, he pointed his finger to the head of Micheal and whispered.
"Fise," with his whisper, a tiny "fire," smaller than the nail of a child, manifested and touched the cheek of Micheal.
Other than just a slight heat, Micheal did not feel anything, but he was impressed.
"Did you just create a fire?"
Mel laughed.
"Of course, if I wanted, I could make it bigger, faster, but I did not want to burn you to death..."
"That would be not great."
Michael laughed back and nodded.
"So, you are a mentalist?"
Mel stopped for a moment and then let out a deep breath.
"How do you figure?"
Michael thought and answered.
"You did it with great speed, and the book said most people are mentalist-type."
Mel nodded.
"Great thought," he said and then added.
"You are smart, Micheal, but let me tell you something."
"There is a rule amongthe Mystics that is not written in most books."
Micheal kept his silence and listened.
Mel added.
"It is not great to assume or say out loud the type of mystics that you come across."
"It may not seem like a great deal for you for the time being, but it is one of the most important pieces of knowledge that you can learn about a Mystic."
"There are many people who will try to find what your type is and devise a plan against you."
Micheal thought for a moment and then found it logical.
Mel added.
"If you were a Builder-Type Mystic and you had a Mentalist-Type enemy, what would you do if your levels were equal and he found out that you were a builder and not a mentalist?"
Micheal gulped as he nodded.
"It would be very hard to leave safe spaces."
Mel nodded.
"Indeed..."