Colleges like to say that they are elite institutions with excellent teachers, but in fact, the most important reason why the college has achieved such a high status is the library. Through donations from alumni, the generous budgetary allocations of several former presidents, the quirks of local criminal laws, and sheer accident of history, the college has built an unparalleled library.
You can find anything you want, no matter the theme is magical or not - there's an entire section reserved for erotic novels, for example. The library is so large that it actually extends into the tunnels beneath the city. Many of the lower levels were accessible only to guild mages, and only now had Zorian been allowed to browse their contents.
The library is still open on weekends.
Be pleasantly surprised by the number of spells and training manuals available to novice mages. There were more books and spells than he could ever master in a lifetime.
Most spells were either highly situational or were minor variations on each other, and he didn't feel the need to obsessively learn them all, figuring the place would keep him busy year-round. Ha, good, although many books look simple and harmless.
As he was trying to find the rain barrier that the college had incorporated into its ward plans, he realized that he had not eaten breakfast, was terribly hungry, and that it was already past noon. In desperation, he checked a few books and studied them carefully in the safe room, and then went to buy something to eat.
The college has a pretty good cafeteria for students - the food they serve is cheap, but delicious. Still, this was a poor man's choice, and most of the rich kids ate at one of the many restaurants near the college.
When Zorian walked into the cafeteria, he was a little shocked and found that the changes in the college were not only cosmetic changes, the cafeteria was also sparkling, and all the tables and chairs were brand new. It felt weird to be so... clean.
Shaking his head, he quickly loaded a few plates on the tray, casually noting that the chefs enjoyed the meat and dishes, and then began to look for familiar faces among the dining students.
"Zorian! This way!"
What a blessing. Zorian immediately walked towards the fat boy and motioned for him to come over. Over the years, Zorian had learned that his energetic classmate was firmly entrenched in the academy's gossip network, knowing just about everything and everyone. If anyone knew what was going on, it was Beni.
"Hello, Bay," Zorian said. "I'm surprised to see you in West Oria so soon. Don't you usually come by the last train?"
"I should be the one to ask you this question!" Penny half shouted. Zorian never understood why the boy was always so loud. "I came so early, but you came!"
"Ben, you came back two days before class started," Zorian said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at him. Only Benicek would consider coming a few days early a feat worth mentioning. "That's not too early. And I just came back yesterday."
"Me too," Benicek said. "Damn it. If you contact me, we can arrange a trip together or something. You must be bored out of your mind after being here alone all day."
"More or less," Zorian agreed with a polite smile.
"Are you excited?" Benicek suddenly changed the subject and asked.
"About what?" Zorian asked. Funny, didn't El ask him the same question?
"It's a new year! Now that we're in third grade, the real fun begins."
He is one of those who cares little for his own success in the arcane arts. He already has a secure position in the family business and is here simply to gain the prestige of becoming a licensed mage. Zorian originally thought he would drop out of school as soon as he became certified, but he was just as excited as Zorian was to finally begin delving into the true mysteries of magic.
"Oh, of course I'm excited..."
"What are you talking about?" Penny looked at him doubtfully and asked. "Girls, man, I mean girls. The underclassmen love upperclassmen like us! A new batch of freshmen are going to be all over us."
"Anyway," Zorian said, recovering quickly, "because I know you're always gossiping—"
"Keeping myself abreast of the situation," Beni interjected, his voice taking on a mocking moralizing edge.
"Correct. Why did the academy suddenly become so shiny, clean and tidy?"
"Don't you know? Oh my gosh, people have been talking about this for months! What rock do you live under, Zorian?"
"Silin is a deserted village...as you know very well," Zorian said.
“It’s a summer festival,” Benicek said. “It’s not just the college, the whole city is getting ready for this.”
"But there's a summer festival every year," Zorian said, confused.
"Yeah, but this year is special."
"Special?" Zorian asked. "how?"
"I don't know, some astrology bullshit," Penny complained, waving his hand dismissively. "Why does this matter? It's an excuse to have a bigger party than usual."
Zorian suddenly thought of something, frowned and said. "Wait, you mean planetary alignment?"
"Yeah, that's it," Penny agreed. "What the hell is that?"
"Do you have a few hours to listen?"
"On second thought, I didn't want to know," Penny quickly retracted, laughing nervously.
Zorian snorted. So it's easy to get scared. The truth is, Zo
ia
Very little is known about planar arrangements, and one could probably not talk about them for more than 30 seconds. This is a rather obscure topic. Zorian had a strong suspicion that Beni was right, that this was just being used as a great excuse to throw a bigger party.
"So what did you do during the summer vacation?" Penny asked.
Zorian said. "Ben, you sound just like my elementary school Chinese teacher. "Now, kids, you have to write a short essay about what you did during the summer vacation, haha."
"I was just being polite," Penny defended. "There's no need to get mad at me, you're wasting your summer again."
"Oh, did you spend it productively?" Zorian challenged.
"Well, not by choice," Penny admitted sheepishly. "My father asked me to learn the family trade, so I spent the summer as his assistant."
"oh."
"Yeah," Penny agreed, clicking her tongue. "He also asked me to choose real estate management as one of my electives. I heard that this class was also very difficult."
"Yeah." I can't say that my summer was particularly stressful. I spent most of my time reading novels and avoiding my family. "Zorian admitted. "This year, my mother tried to dump my sister on me, but I managed to talk her out of it. "
"Feeling sorry for you," Penny said tremblingly. "I have two younger sisters and I think I would die if they came to live with me. They would both be a complete nightmare! Anyway, what class did you take?"
"Engineering, Mineral Alchemy, and Higher Mathematics."
"Eh!?" Penny's face turned pale. "Dude, you're really serious, aren't you? I guess you're trying to get a spot in one of those spell forges, huh?"
"Yes," Zorian said.
"Why?" Unbelievable. "Designing magic items... is a difficult, demanding job. Surely your parents can find you a place in their business?"
A forced smile. Yes, there is no doubt that his parents have arranged it for him.
"I'd rather starve in the streets," Zorian told him honestly.
Penny raised an eyebrow at him, but then just shook her head sadly. "You're crazy. Ha, who did you choose to be your mentor?"
"I had no choice," Zorian scoffed. "When it was my turn to do so, there was only one left. I was under the guidance of Xvim."
Penny actually dropped the spoon and looked at him in shock. "Xvim!? But that guy is a nightmare!"
"I know," Zorian said, letting out a long sigh.
"Gosh, if I'd been assigned to that asshole, I might have transferred," Beni said. "You are much braver than me."
"Then who did you choose?" Zorian asked curiously.
"Oppe," Benicek said, his face immediately brightening.
"Did you choose your mentor based on appearance?" Zorian pleaded.
"Well, it's not just based on looks," Penny argued. "They said she was tolerant..."
"You don't want to do any extra work," Zorian surmised.
"This whole thing is like a vacation to me," Penny admits sheepishly. "I can put off work for two years and have some fun at the same time. You're only young once, you know?"
Zorian shrugged. Personally, he finds learning magic and gathering general knowledge interesting and unique in its own right.
"I suppose," Zorian said noncommittally. "So is there anything else that everyone knows that I should be familiar with?"
He spent another hour talking to Penny on various topics. It's especially interesting to hear which classmates will join this year and which won't. Zorian originally thought the certification exam would be a bit easy, but apparently he was wrong because about a quarter of his classmates couldn't pass it. Most of the students who failed were students of commoner origin, but this was nothing special - students of mage origin had parental support in learning magic and a reputation worth living up to.
He's pleasantly surprised to find out that one jerk won't be joining them this year - apparently Nova lost his temper at a disciplinary hearing and got kicked out of the academy. He won't be missed. Honestly, that boy was a menace and it's a shame they didn't get him kicked out sooner.
When a discussion began about the pros and cons of various girls in the class, he left, not wanting to be drawn into such a discussion, and went back to his room to read.
Before he could open the first book, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Few people bothered to track him to his room, so he actually knew who it was before he even opened the door.
"Hi, Roach!"
Zorian stared at the grinning girl in front of him, debating whether to take offense at the nickname, then shooed her inside. In the past, when he was still secretly in love with her, this nickname was a bit heartbreaking... now it's just a bit annoying.
Taiwen immediately ran in and jumped on the bed like a child. Really, what did he see in her? There was a nice older girl next to him who was nice to him and liked to wear clothes that fit him.
"I thought you graduated,"
"Yes," she replied, flipping through a spell book he had borrowed from the library on her lap. Seeing that she had occupied his bed, he sat down on the chair in front of his desk. "There are always too many young mages and not enough masters willing to take them under their wing. I'm in Ni
thak serves as class assistant. Hey, if you're in a non-magical battle, you'll see me all the time! "
"Yeah, that's right," snorted Zorian. "Ni
thak blacklisted me in advance just in case I had any ideas. "
"Really!?"
"Yes. No matter what, I wouldn't sign up for such a course," Zorian said. Looking at Taiwen covered in sweat and bloated from the tight clothes she always wears every time she trains.
"What a shame," she said, seemingly engrossed in his book. "You should really build some muscle one of these days. Girls love athletic boys."
"I'm not here," Zorian snapped.
Her voice was starting to sound like his mother's. "Why are you here?"
"Oh, calm down, it was just a thought," she said with a dramatic sigh. “Boys and their fragile little egos.”
"Tavin, I like you, but you're really on thin ice here," Zorian warned.
"I came here to ask if you would like to go to work with me and a few others tomorrow," she said, throwing the book aside and finally getting to the point of the visit.
"A job?" Zorian asked doubtfully.
"Yeah. Well, more like a mission. You know those job postings that people put up on the big boards in the administration building?"
Zorian nodded. Whenever a mage in town wanted to do something cheap, he would post a "job opportunity" there for interested students. The price paid was generally terrible, but students had to earn "points" for doing these things, so everyone had to do them many times. Most people don't start doing this until fourth grade unless they really need the money, and Zorian fully intends to follow this tradition.
"There's a pretty good one," Tevin said. "This is really just a simple discovery and retrieval in the tunnels beneath the city—"
"Sewer!?" Zorian asked in disbelief, interrupting her. "Do you want me to run into the sewers?"
"What a nice experience!" Taiwen protested.
"No," Zorian said, crossing his arms. "never."
"Oh, come on, Roach, I beg you!" Tevin wailed. "We can't apply until we find a fourth member of the team! Would it kill you to make such a small sacrifice for your old friend?"
"It's very possible!" Zorian said.
"You have three other people to protect you!" she promised. "We've been there hundreds of times and nothing really dangerous has ever happened there - the rumors are mostly exaggerated."
Zorian snorted and looked away. Even if they did keep him safe, it would still be a long trek through the smelly tunnels with three people he didn't really know.
And if she stopped calling him "cockroach," he might be more willing to help.
"Well, how about a bet?" She tried.
"No," Zorian refused immediately.
she yelled. "You didn't even hear me out!"
"You want to fight," Zorian said. "You always want to fight."
"So?" She pouted. "Are you timid? Do you admit that you will lose to a girl?"
"Of course," Zorian said deadpan.
Taiwen's parents were both warriors, and they taught her how to fight from the time she could walk. In hand-to-hand combat, Zorian couldn't last even five seconds.
Taiwen waved her hands in the air in frustration, and then immediately fell on the bed. For a moment, she was accepting defeat? Then she sat up and crossed her legs. The smile on her face gave Zorian a bad feeling.
"So," she said cheerfully. "how have you been?"
Zorian sighed. This was not how he planned to spend his weekend.
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. . . . . . two. . . . . . .
Two days later, it was Monday morning as Zorian settled into his new room. Waking up early was a torture, but he did it. He had many faults, but lack of self-discipline was not one of them.
After three hours of arguing, he finally got rid of Taiwen, although he was in no mood to do anything after that and put off reading for a day after her visit. He ended up hanging out all weekend.
The first lesson of the day was Basic Calling. Most of the other courses on his schedule have a clear topic of study, as indicated by the topic name, but "prayer" is a general term. When someone says "magic," most people think of invocations—some mysterious words, strange gestures, and poof!
As I was approaching the classroom, I saw a familiar person holding a writing pad in his hand. At least, it's a familiar sight. Akoja has been the class representative for her group since first year, and she takes her position very seriously. She gave him a stern look when she noticed him, and Zorian wondered what he had done to piss her off now.
"You're late," she said.
Zorian raised an eyebrow at that. "Class doesn't start for at least 10 minutes. How could I be late?"
“Students should arrive to class 15 minutes before class starts and be ready for class,” she said.
Zorian rolled his eyes. Even for Akoja, this is ridiculous. "Am I the last one to arrive?"
"No," she admitted after a brief silence.
Zorian walked past her and into the classroom.
You can always tell when you walk into a gathering of mages—their appearance and fashion sense unmistakably give them away, especially in Keoria, where mages from all over the world send their children. Many of his classmates come from mature magical families, and many children born from mage blood have obvious characteristics, either because of the blood inherited from their parents, or because they have received secret enhancement rituals... such as having green hair, or Twins are always born that are linked by soul, or have tattoo-like markings on their cheeks and foreheads.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he walked to the front of the classroom and politely greeted the few classmates who were slightly more familiar than the others. No one really tried to talk to him - while there was no bad blood between him and anyone in the class, he wasn't particularly close to any of them either.
He was about to sit down when a frantic hissing interrupted him. He glanced to his left, watching his classmate whisper to the orange-red lizard on his lap. The animal stared at him intently with its bright yellow eyes, nervously tasting the air with its tongue, but it hissed no more as Zorian carefully settled into the chair.
"Sorry," the boy said. "He's still a little uneasy around strangers."
"Don't worry," Zorian said, waving an apology. He didn't know Brian very well, but he knew that his family raised fire dragons for a living, so it wasn't unusual for him to have one. "I saw your family gave you a fire dragon of your own?"
Brian nodded happily and scratched the lizard's head absentmindedly, letting the lizard close its eyes in contentment. “He and I developed a deep bond over the summer,” he said. "The familiarity was a little weird at first, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. At least I managed to convince him to stop breathing fire at people, otherwise I'd have to put a fire collar on him, and he hates that thing."
"Does the school allow you to bring it to class?" Zorian asked curiously.
"Him," Bream corrected. "No, they'll agree." If you've backed up your familiar to the academy and can keep them in line, you can bring them into class. As long as they're a reasonable size, of course. "
"I heard that fire dragons can get quite big," Zorian speculated.
"They did," Bream agreed. "That's why I wasn't allowed to have one until now. In a few years, he'll be too big to follow me into the classroom, but by then I'll have finished school and returned to the ranch."
Satisfied that the creature wouldn't bite him in class, Zorian turned his attention elsewhere.
He spent most of his time hiding from the girls as much as possible. He blamed this on Penny, as he wasn't usually in the habit of ogling his classmates. No matter how cute some of them are…
"It's hot, isn't it?"
Zorian started when he heard the voice behind him, cursing himself for being so unprepared.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said quickly, turning in his seat to face Zach as calmly as he could.
"Don't be so panicked," Zach told him cheerfully. "I think every boy in the class occasionally dreams about our resident red-haired goddess."
Zorian snorted. In fact, he wasn't looking at Renee at all, but at the girl she was talking to. He wasn't trying to correct that with Zach. Or something, really - Zorian has complicated feelings for Zach. On the one hand, the dark-haired boy was charming, confident, handsome, and popular—reminding him uncomfortably of his brothers—but on the other, he was never mean or inconsiderate to Zorian, and when everyone He often chatted with him while he was there. Others are happy to ignore him.
Furthermore, Zorian never discussed his taste in women with the other boys. The rumor mill in the academy spread rumors about who liked whom, and Zorian knew all too well that even relatively harmless rumors could make your life miserable for years to come.
"Judging from your wistful tone, I'm guessing she's still immune to your charms," Zorian said, trying to shift the focus of the conversation away from him.
"She's cunning," Zach agreed. "But I have all the time in the world."
Zorian raised an eyebrow at this, wondering what the other boy was implying. All the time in the world?
When the door opened loudly and the teacher walked into the classroom,
Ilsa is surprised when he walks into the classroom with the giant green book that all the teachers carry, even though he really shouldn't be - he already knows that Ilsa is a teacher at the academy, so she teaches the class Nothing unusual. .
She smiled at him and put the book down on the table, clapping her hands to quiet those who were too engrossed in chatting.
"Hello everyone, the class has started." Ilsa said as she took the student list.
"Classmates, welcome to the first class of the new school year. I am Ilsa Zileti and I will be your teacher for this class. You are now third-year students, which means you have passed the certification and joined us …the outstanding community of magicians. You have proven yourself to be smart, driven, and capable of bending mana—the lifeblood of magic—to your will. But your journey has only just begun. As with all of you As you have all noticed, and as many of you have complained, you have learned only a few spells so far, and all of them are mere cantrips. You will be pleased to know that this injustice is now over."
The students burst into cheers, and Ilsa allowed them to go wild for a second before gesturing for silence again. She does have a flair for the dramatic.
"But what exactly is the spell?" she asked. "Can anyone tell me?"
"Oh, great," Zorian muttered. "Review meeting."
The classroom erupted with hesitant grunts until Ilsa pointed to a particular girl and she repeated the answer "Structured Magic."
"In fact, spells are structured magic. To cast a spell is to invoke a specific construct of mana. By its very nature, the functionality of this structure is limited. This is why structured spells are also called "bounded spells" .The sculpting exercises you've all been doing for the past two years - which you all regard as useless drudgery - are unstructured magic. In theory, unstructured magic can do anything. Invocation is just a way to make your life An easier tool. A crutch, some would say. To cast a bounded spell is to sacrifice flexibility and force the magic into a rigid structure that can only be slightly modified. So why does everyone prefer invocation?"
She waited a moment before continuing. "In an ideal world, you would learn how to do all your magic in an unstructured way, doing whatever you want with it. But that's not an ideal world. Unstructured magic is very difficult to learn. Slow and hard, and time is precious. Besides, invocations are sufficient for most purposes. They can do amazing things."
She took a pen from her pocket, placed it on the table, and cast the Zorian "Torch" spell. The pen emits a soft glow that lights up the room. Well, at least now he knew why the curtains were closed in the classroom - it was difficult to effectively demonstrate light spells in broad daylight. This spell was not new to Zorian, though, as they had learned it last year.
"'Torch' summoning is one of the simplest spells, you should know it by now. It is equivalent to the luminous shaping skill, which you should also know by now."
Ilsa then proceeds to explain the relative advantages and disadvantages of the Torch spell compared to shaping exercises, and how it relates to structured and unstructured magic in general. For the most part, Zorian already knew everything from books and lectures. From the corner of his eye, he saw Akoja and some others writing everything down frantically. Even though it was just a memory, he didn't know whether to be moved by their dedication or disgusted by their single-mindedness. . He did notice, however, that some students took to writing and transcribing entire lectures while attending lectures.
Zorian personally preferred to write his own notes, but he could see how useful such a spell would be, so he quickly jotted down a reminder to find the spell they used to do this.
Ilsa then begins discussing dispersal—a complex and important topic. There is no one-size-fits-all solution to effectively dispelling structured spells, and attempting structured magic without knowing how to dispel your own spells can have disastrous consequences.
Along the way, the teacher augmented her explanations with examples and cast some kind of summoning spell, causing stacks of ceramic bowls to suddenly appear on her desk. She asked Akoja to pass the bowls to everyone and then have them use the "hovering object" spell to make the bowls hover over the table. It was a piece of cake compared to floating that little girl's bike out of the river.
"I see you all managed to levitate the bowl," Ilsa said. "Very good. Now I want you to cast the Light-Killing Charm on it."
Zorian raised an eyebrow at that. For what purpose?
"Go on," Ilsa urged. "Have you forgotten how to cast it?"
Zorian made a few quick gestures, chanting short phrases under his breath while focusing on the bowl. The object shook for a second before eventually falling from the sky.
"As you can see, the 'Hovering Object' spell can be dispelled by the 'Delighter' spell. This is an interesting development, don't you agree? What does a spell designed to destroy a magical light source have to do with a hovering object? My young students, the truth is that the "de-illuminator" is just a special form of the universal destruction spell that breaks the structure of the spell so that it disappears. While not designed with 'levitated objects' in mind, if you It provides enough power that it can still affect it.”
"Then why didn't you tell us to disperse it normally?" one girl asked.
"Let's talk about this topic another time." Ilsa said without hesitation. "Now, I want you to note that when you remove the spell from the bowl, it will fall like a stone, and if it is not magically strengthened, it will most likely shatter on impact with the table. This is inherent to all interference spells The main problem. Disruption spells are the simplest form of dispel. If you pour enough power into the disruption spell, almost every spell can be disrupted. This is especially true for high-level spells, which require a lot of mana to cast. Level spells almost always react explosively with destruction. Not to mention that 'sufficient power' can far exceed what any mage can provide.
Zorian was a little surprised by Ilsa's sudden request, but he still did as she asked. He always found tearing paper cathartic, so he filled the bowl with a little more paper and waited for further instructions.
"I want everyone to cast the 'Ignite' spell on the paper and then immediately use a Dimmer on the resulting flame to disperse it," Ilsa said.
Zorian sighed. This time he understood what she was doing and knew that the extinguisher wouldn't dissipate the flames, but he did as she asked anyway. The flames didn't even flicker, and when the fuel was exhausted, the fire went out on its own.
"I see you all cast the Ignite spell perfectly," Ilsa said. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised - heating things up with magic is pretty easy to do. But none of you have managed to dispel the flames. Why?
Zorian snorted, and several students guessed the answer. "Guess" is the operative word, as they seem to be giving out random answers in hopes of making something stick. Normally he never actively did anything in class—but he was tired of guessing games, and Ilsa seemed unwilling to provide the answers herself until someone figured it out.
"Because there is nothing to disperse," he shouted. "It was just an ordinary fire, started by magic but not fueled by magic."
"Correct," said Ilsa. "This is another weakness of disruption spells. They disrupt the mana construct, but any basic non-magical effects caused by the spell are unaffected. Let's get back to the matter at hand..."
Two hours later, the students filed out of the classroom, feeling a little disappointed. He learned very little in the lecture, and Ilsa said she would spend a whole month perfecting their previous basics,
Then move on to more advanced stuff. She then gave them an article on the subject of dispersal. Boring class, since Zorian has a good grasp of the basics.
The remaining four courses of the day are introductory, outlining what material will be covered in each course and other such details. Basic alchemy and magic item manipulation look promising, but the other two classes are pretty much the same as they have been for the past two years. Zorian didn't understand why the academy continued to study the history and laws of magic in the third year, deliberately annoying everyone? This is especially true because their history teacher, an old man, is very passionate about his subject and has given them an assignment to read a 200-page history book before the weekend.
It was a bad start to a new week in Zorian's opinion.
. . . . . three. . . . . .
The second day started with combat magic, and the class was held in the training hall. Their teacher is a former battle mage named Karen. Zorian only took one look at him to realize that this was no ordinary class.
The man standing in front of them was of average height, but looked like a stone carving. He was bald, had a stern face, and was very, very muscular. His nose was quite prominent, and he was shirtless, proudly showing off his well-developed chest muscles. He held a fighting staff in one hand and the ever-present green textbook in the other.
"Battle magic is not a category of spells per se," Kai said in a loud, commanding voice, more like a general speaking to his new recruits.
. This was probably the quietest class Zorian had ever had—
"More like a way of casting magic. To use spells in combat, you have to cast them quickly, overcoming your opponent's defenses. This means they inevitably require a lot of power, and you can shape spells in an instant... ….” He slammed his cane to the floor for emphasis, his words echoing throughout the training hall.
The man had somehow magically enhanced his voice. "Chanting a spell takes a few seconds, maybe longer, and most opponents will kill you before you're done. Especially today, after the Secession War, every fool has a gun and knows how to counter quickly Mage."
Chiron waved his hand in the air, and the air behind him shimmered, revealing a transparent Minotaur apparition above him. The creature looked angry, but this was clearly an illusion.
"Many of the battle spells used by ancient mages relied on people's reverence for magic, and today every child who has been to elementary school knows not to be scared away by visions, let alone professional soldiers or criminals. You find it in libraries Most of its spells and tactics are hopelessly outdated."
Karen paused, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Besides, it's hard to focus on casting spells when someone is actively trying to kill you," he said casually. He shook his head. "Because of all this, no one casts battle spells as classic spells anymore. Instead, people use spell formulas, like the one imprinted on my staff, to cast specific spells faster and easier. Because Teach How you use classic spells effectively in combat takes years. If you're really curious, you can always browse the library for the right chants and gestures and practice them yourself."
He then handed each of them a magic missile and told them to practice firing spells at the clay dolls across the training hall until they ran out of mana.
While waiting for the girl's magic power in front of him to run out, Zorian studied the magic wand in his hand. It was a perfectly straight piece of wood, perfect for Zorian's hand,
When it was finally his turn, he found that casting the spell with the help of the spell formula was a piece of cake. He doesn't even have to think about it, he just points the wand in the desired direction and channels the mana through it - the spell formula in the wand does almost everything on its own. The real problem was that Magic Missile required more mana than any other spell Zorian had ever encountered, and it only took him eight shots to deplete his mana reserves.
Zorian's mana was depleted, a little disappointed with how quickly it was draining, and he idly watched as Zach fired his magic missiles again and again. Zorian couldn't help but feel a little envious of the boy - the amount of magic power Zach needed to use now was three or four times more than his maximum amount of magic power.
"Okay, I'll dismiss you, even though class isn't officially over yet," Karen said. "You are all drained of mana, except for Mr. Novida, and combat magic is all about practice. As a parting message, I must remind you to use your newfound combat magic with restraint and responsibility. Otherwise, I will personally Hunt you down.”
If other professors say that, Zorian will laugh, but Karen may only do so if it is crazy.
Then there is the time of the spell formula. This is a branch of magic to build a focusing auxiliary tool used in the combat magic course. Their teacher is a young woman with an anti -gravity orange hair, standing upright like the flame of the candle,
Zorian actually likes spell formulas. Her "recommended reading" includes 12 different books, and she immediately announced that she will organize lectures for people who are interested in more content every week. Then she made a "short test" (60 questions) to check them to check how much their memory of the past two years.
Time to relax.
-. . . . . Four. . . . .
Zorian knocked on the door in front of him and was nervous. The first week of school was quite calm, and it is now on Friday. It's time to see his mentor.
"Come in," there was a sound in the room, and Zorian vowed that he could have felt the impatience in his voice, just as the man felt that Sirian wasted time before seeing him. He opened the door and faced with the infamous hell tutor Xvim Zhao.
"Zorian? Please sit down," Xvim ordered, as soon as Zerian sat down, he almost caught the pen thrown to him.
"Let me see your basic three items," his mentor ordered, referring to the shaping exercises they taught in the second year.
He has heard of this part. No one has a deep impression on Xvim. Sure enough, Zorian began to suspend the pen and was interrupted.
"Slow," Xvim said. "You need a whole second of concentration to enter the right mentality. You must be faster. Come on."
Again. Again. Again. He said this over and over again, until Zorian realized that it had been done for an hour. He completely forgot his time and tried to focus on practice, rather than increasingly eager to plug the pen into Xvim's eye sockets.
"Again."
Before Xvim's words were finished, the pen immediately rose to the air. Really, how can his cultivation speed faster than this?
When a piece of marble hit his forehead, he lost his attention and disrupted his attention.
"You lose your attention," Xvim warned.
"You throw a marble to me!" I couldn't completely accept Xvim really doing such naive things. "What do you think it will happen!"
"In any case, I hope you can continue to focus on practice," Xvim said. "If you really master the exercises, then a little bit of interference will not hinder you. Unfortunately, I seem to be proven to be right again: the shortcomings of the current college's curriculum hinder another promising student’s Growth. It seems that we must start with the foundation of mana. We will introduce three basic contents one by one until you can complete them perfectly. "
"Professor, I mastered these a year ago," Zorian protested. He did not waste time on three basic things. He has spent too much time to improve his thoughts.
"You don’t," Xvim said, it sounds like he is because ZO
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I was offended by making such suggestions. "Reliable practitioners do not mean to master it. In addition, doing so will teach you to be patient and how to control your temper. This is obviously the trouble you encountered. These are the skills that the mage must have skills."
Zorian's lips were puppied into a thin line. Zorian was convinced that the man deliberately annoyed him. Obviously, the rumors are correct, and these meetings will be a huge frustration exercise.
"Let's start with suspension exercises," Xvim said, not noticing ZO
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meditation. "Again."
He began to hate these two words.
