Salomon was extremely careful when constructing the spell model. He followed the instructions in the magic book floating beside him. He has not yet fully memorized the spell, so he needs to be particularly careful, otherwise the magic power will backfire. He has eaten a pot.
This spell was invented by a conjurer in the world of Greyhawk. This conjurer's main occupation is an information dealer. Another spell named after him is called Ava All-Seeing Worm - the one that the mystic mage is now learning. Aivar's black tentacles, also known as DM's Crazy Technique, are this conjurer's best invention, bar none.
This tentacle composed of shadows rose tremblingly from the ground. The shadows around it were like boiling mud. Countless black tentacles as small as cilia continued to stretch and sink, and finally converged into a second tentacle. However, this tentacle was obviously much weaker than the first one. The shadow that was supposed to cover the 40-foot ground did not reach the expected size, let alone those tentacles that looked like short cat hairs - these tentacles were not even connected to an ant. You can't even catch it, but at most you can tickle the soles of his feet.
Salomon had no idea what his problem was.
A magic is like a diesel locomotive, the magic is the fuel, the spell structure is the engine and other messy transmission structures, and the spell is the car key and accelerator. Now the power of this spell is far worse than he imagined. It may be because the intonation of his spell is not correct, or the structure of the spell visible to the naked eye is not accurate. The spell structure as an engine is flickering a few times. Then it went out without warning. Various reasons combined to lead to the current result. The spell was cast, but it was full of malfunctions. What Salomon had to do next was just like repairing a car, checking everything, finding out the problems and correcting them.
Modifying the spell is much more troublesome than repairing a car. Whether it is the spark plug or the bearing, it must be rubbed by the caster himself. But even Rui, he can only be patient and modify it, otherwise this spell will be called "Spell" in the future. Luo Meng's itch was scratched, and he couldn't afford to lose this person.
Salomon sat down on the spot, took out his pen and started writing and drawing in his magic book. He didn't have much time, he was about to start class, and he didn't have time to dismantle the spell structure. He could only modify the areas where his predictions might be wrong - the same thing the mages in his memory did. Except for magic descendants, most mages have not received magic education as long as Salomon. It is not that common to receive magic education since childhood. Salomon can still find mistakes based on experience, but they cannot.
What's more, most apprentices are automatic scroll copy machines under their mentors. Unless they are lucky enough to meet a kind and responsible mentor and can complete the contract assigned by the mentor, very few apprentices can stand out. Most instructors ask apprentices to find textbooks on the bookshelf. The instructor is not responsible for explaining. Mage is an intellectual profession. If you can't understand the basic theoretical textbooks, then don't learn magic. It's better to be a farmer. future.
Even the more responsible instructors only annotated their past teaching materials and threw them to the apprentices. It is extremely difficult for apprentices to be exposed to advanced magic and understand the mysteries of magic. If you can learn it, you can learn it. The instructor won't care about you if you can't learn.
That's why Salomon feels that he is extremely lucky. His teacher is the Supreme Mage, the most powerful mystic in the universe. There is not much basic knowledge that can be supplemented by those messy memories. Only under the guidance of the Supreme Mage, Salomon, who has learned a lot of basic knowledge and spellcasting experience, can he have a smooth journey on the arcane path - at least in terms of plane science, Kamathaj has a lot of experience.
When Salomon walked into the classroom slapping a classmate on the butt, anyone could tell he was not in good shape. This is because he forcibly cast the Black Tentacle of Ava again to verify whether he could touch the boundary of the fourth-level spell - his progress was already astonishingly fast, but it was not enough. So far, he still needs to rely on his own melee ability to fight - no matter what, even Elminster can pick up a long sword and slash people, and it is not out of the ordinary for him to do so for a small spellcaster.
The mystics of Karma Taj obtained magic power from Vishandi and stored it in their bodies. After casting the spell, the excess magic power stayed in the body and was absorbed. This led to the gradual increase in the upper limit of magic power and physical constitution of the mystics. This is why The Venerable will ask the mystics to learn martial arts. Of course, another reason is because the "Book of Emperor Weishan" is too stretched, and the mystics can only slap the protective spells on people's faces. Compared with other mystics, Salomon has been infused with magic power since birth, and his starting point is much higher than other people who have been mystics for decades. Otherwise, he would not be able to rely on his magic power and The spirit once again casts a shapeless fourth-ring spell.
"Hey." The classmate sitting behind Salomon quietly poked his back, "You don't look good, brother."
"Don't worry, I've taken the medicine." Salomon leaned back slightly. He has the best relationship with these classmates in advanced mathematics classes. He will be assigned Alevel courses next semester. These classmates have been instigating him and asking him to If you choose science, you must at least have advanced mathematics. Salomon lowered his voice and replied, "I need a perfect nap."
"I'm worried that you won't even be able to survive the morning class." The classmate shrugged. He glanced at the teacher who was writing furiously on the blackboard, then leaned forward and whispered to Salomon, "No matter what, Would you be interested in coming to my house? It's next weekend. Rumor has it that Princess Louise Windsor will be there too - my father is going to talk to the Earl of Essex about the TV series. You should come, I talk about you a lot Yes, if you don’t mind, you can come and try my cranberry jelly.”
"That's really terrible, Brown. I remember your father was the Minister of Culture, right?"
"I'm glad you remember this. You look like a Conservative." Bradshaw's tone seemed to be a bit gloating. He winked. "I'm telling you quietly, Labor has lost the local council." Half of the votes, I'm afraid my father won't be here for long. I hope he gets down from that position. He knows nothing about film and television. In his opinion, making TV series is exactly the same as hammering down nails. Damn it, this position has never been done before. He is also called the 'Minister of National Heritage'. If he is allowed to continue his nonsense, the British film and television industry will really become a heritage. Look at what "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" will be like, I think the Minister of Culture I have to bear a certain amount of responsibility, and you know that I have always believed in the existence of magic."
"Me too, Brown, magic must exist."
Salomon naturally did not attend the gathering at the Minister of Culture's house, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the Windsor royal family. In terms of claims, he also had a strong claim to Great Britain. If one day the Supreme Mage wants to restore the royal family for fun, he will have to take down Buckingham Palace, so it is better not to have any connections now, so as not to make it difficult to start when he meets an acquaintance. And according to convention, his fiefdom is now London. It would be fine if His Holiness did not cause trouble, but if he did, the situation would become very embarrassing.
His title will then become Count Londinion.
Of course, he still ate Bradshaw’s cranberry jelly. This guy brought the jelly in a crisper box on Monday. While enjoying the jelly in Salomon, he kept thinking, Seemingly regretting the Mystic's failure to visit his house - it was only after he learned that Salomon had an orphanage to look after that Bradshaw gave up on the nonsense and asked his family's driver to bring more jelly before the weekend .
Salomon felt that little Lorna might be interested in these jelly. Since the little girl punched him last time, she didn't even send him text messages. This time she could apologize properly.
Little girls who have just entered puberty are so sensitive.
In the next two weeks, he worked on solving the problem of Ava's Black Tentacles. His goal was to complete the structure of the spell before the spell was finished. Building a spell structure is a lot like programming, but Salomon now only has a framework for the fourth-level spells of the conjuration system, and there are no various packages to call. These are all things copied from the magic book and he needs to fill them in by himself.
And his final result was just to summon a shadow quagmire, with countless tiny black tentacles squirming all over it, like little black snakes that reflected a little light. Salomon thought he hadn't found out the mistake until one night when he was practicing spells at Kamal Taj, when the stupid Cheshire Cat tried to jump over the shadows, those black tentacles quickly grabbed the stupid cat, Only then did Salomon know that he had succeeded - the effect of the spell was exactly the same as described in the book.
He removed the spell in time, picked up the Cheshire cat that whined in aggrieved manner, and rubbed it on his face.
"Four-ring spell!" Salomon kissed the cat's round forehead again, "I'll reward you with a can of beef tonight, little cutie."
"Meow~"
"OK, two cans, no more, you weigh at least 15 pounds now."
The Cheshire Cat is furious.
"Meow!"
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