Watching Ike fussing on the side, Winters was noncommittal. He felt that given the Army's thirst for spell casters, it was unlikely that military cadets with spell caster potential would be missed.
But it is very unethical to deny other people's dreams at will, even if they are telling the truth.
Ike worked hard to "use magic". His face gradually got closer and closer to the stone bench, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious. His eyes were eager to stick to the water droplets.
However, Winters felt that with today's temperature, the water on the stone slab would definitely evaporate regardless of whether Ike had magic ability or not.
"Do you feel anything special?" Winters asked Ike.
"My eyes feel very dry now."
"I just love your sense of humor."
"Water cannot be used to test potential candidates, otherwise there is no need to use special equipment to screen spellcasters." Winters explained why water testing cannot be used: "General Antoine Laurent once mentioned that it takes a drop of water to vaporize It takes more magic power than it takes to accelerate an arrow like a hundred-pound stiff bow.”
"But the general just mentioned it casually without a detailed demonstration." Winters continued to add: "But in my daily training, I can also feel that water is the most difficult liquid to vaporize. Now you understand why acceleration spells are recognized as the most lethal. Yet?"
"I don't see any use in vaporizing this small amount of water, but accelerating an arrow can kill a person?" Axel thought for a moment and answered tentatively.
"That's right, the difficulty of the spell is not related to the lethality of the spell." Winters thought of the embarrassing status of fire spells now: "Magic is not created for fighting, humans just pick out the magic that is suitable for killing people. .”
"Hey, what's there to say? Wouldn't it be more aggrieved to be shot to death on the battlefield after practicing swordsmanship for ten years?" Ike accepted it quickly, and he drew inferences: "The gods didn't create steel and gunpowder just to kill people, right? Aren’t they being used to take away lives?”
"Spellcasters don't believe in gods, but I agree with your idea."
The water drops on the stone bench have disappeared, but Ike did not experience any feeling of using magic. He said with some frustration: "It seems that I really have no magic talent."
"Not necessarily, but you can't test it with water anyway." Winters said that no matter whether Ike has potential or not, it can't be tested with water. He comforted Ike: "If you really want to take the test, I will take you to Professor Christian after the awarding tomorrow. He should have a way."
"Which Christian teacher?" Ike asked. Christian means believer, and there are many people called this name in the school.
"The director of the Spellcaster Teaching and Research Department should be the most powerful spellcaster in the school." Winters patted his chest and assured Ike: "Don't worry, he has a very good personality. It will be no problem to ask him for help."
"Forget it, I just tried it casually, and I don't think I am really a spell caster." Winters volunteered to help Ike find someone to test, but Ike backed down. It's one thing for two people to just take a few drops of water and test it. It's another thing to go to the director of the teaching and research office and use special equipment.
"You should tell me about the feeling of using magic. Don't talk about magic theory. It will give you a headache." Ike was curious about what it was like to be a magician.
"I can't describe it accurately in words." Winters said helplessly. No matter how he organized the words, he felt that he couldn't describe it properly: "Let me give you an example. Don't be angry. How can you describe it to a person who was born blind? Color?”
This question also stopped Ike. He was stunned for a while, thinking of various ways to describe it, and finally admitted: "No, how can someone who has never known what color is understand color?"
"The feeling of using magic is the same. How do you describe the feeling of using magic to someone who has never experienced magic?" Winters told the truth, and he quickly added: "I was just making an analogy, not talking about you. He's a disabled person, don't be angry."
"Of course I can understand what you mean." Ike said with a gentle smile: "It depends on the standards of normal people. If the caster is a normal person, then we are indeed all disabled."
"You are a normal person, spell casters are different." Winters quickly stopped the topic: "I will try my best to describe to you the feeling of using magic, but it is not very accurate, and it is only based on my feelings."
"OK."
"Sometimes there is a very strong squeezing feeling, like the whole space is pressing towards me; sometimes there is a very strong stinging feeling, like being stabbed with a knife; sometimes it is very cold, and sometimes it is very hot." Wen Tes frowned as he recalled the feeling of using magic.
He continued: "The point is these feelings are not coming from anywhere in my body, it's like someone else is getting hit but I'm in pain, you know phantom limb pain?"
"After amputation, soldiers feel that their severed limbs are still there, and they still feel pain?" Ike recalled what he learned in health class.
"Yes, it's like phantom limb pain." Winters nodded: "But for me, the phantom limb pain is not caused by which part of the body is cut off, but by the part of the body that I have never had. Phantom limb pain.
The part of the body that causes pain has no flesh and blood, but it has a real feeling. It's not accurate to say it's a limb, but I don't know how to describe it accurately. As mentioned earlier, it is impossible to describe colors to a blind person. "
"I understand a little bit of what you said." Ike replied thoughtfully.
"So Alliance spellcasters refer to magical talents as the invisible 'third hand' and the 'fifth limb' beyond the limbs. The two numbers three and five have very important symbolic meanings for Alliance spellcasters, so Alliance spellcasters The Association is also called the Sanwu Association."
Winters dipped his hand in water and drew a symbol on the stone bench. He first drew a regular pentagon, and then divided the pentagon into three triangles by connecting one vertex of the pentagon to the other two vertices.
"This is the symbol of the Alliance spell caster. Look at its shape. A regular pentagon is divided into three triangles. It can represent the third hand and the fifth limb. The three triangles can also represent the three major types of magic." Winters explained the meaning of the symbol to Ike as he drew it.
"So this is the symbol of a spell caster? I asked you why you wear this badge every day. I always thought it was the symbol of the Hailan Fellows Association!"
"Don't you know this is the mark of a spell caster?"
"You didn't say that either?"
"You didn't ask either?"
This chicken/egg cycle continues without end. Ike explained the reason for not asking: "The school does not allow us to inquire about spell casters. Besides, you all go to caster classes on Sunday. We go to church and you take classes. We didn’t sit in on it either.”
"This is really unnecessary. You have to know it sooner or later when you join the army anyway. No wonder you have misunderstandings about spell casters." Winters quickly remembered something: "But we haven't been on the topic of countering enemy magicians. Tactics class?”
"It was only after listening to the description of the instructor in the anti-magician tactics class that I felt that the spell caster could kill me by hooking his fingers." Ike said with a wry smile: "The magic he talked about in the class is different from what you told me. no the same."
"I think the anti-magic class is talking about the court mages who were the royal thugs of Richard IV during the Sovereign War." Winters understood what was going on: "The court mages are very few in number and are extremely mysterious. Their The training content and the method of achieving the spell are unknown to outsiders.”
Winters recalled what he had learned about court mages in literature class: "Fremen scholars recorded that the emperor of the ancient Silk Kingdom once summoned a rain of meteors to destroy hundreds of thousands of rebels. This is simply unimaginable, like A spellcaster like me who can only light a candle cannot understand how to achieve such a super spell."
"Summoning a rain of meteorites? If the court mage is really that powerful, how can Mad Richard not be able to defeat Guitu City?" Ike also found it incredible.
"So I think this part of the ancient books also contains a lot of bragging. It's all bragging anyway, so you have to brag harder." Winters said with a laugh.
————I am the dividing line of meteor art————
"Book of the Later Han Dynasty: Chronicles of Emperor Guangwu": Meteors fall into the camp at night, and clouds appear like bad mountains during the day. They fall when the camp is on the ground, and are scattered within a foot of the ground. All the officials are tired of lying down.
"Jin Shu·Xuan Emperor Ji": He met with Liang at Jishi and fought in Linyuan. Liang was unable to advance and returned to Wuzhangyuan. There will be a long star falling on the bright fortress. The emperor knows that it will be defeated. After sending a strange army to clear it, they kill more than 500 people, gain more than a thousand lives, and surrender more than 600 people.
"Book of Jin: Chronicles of Emperor Xuan": From time to time, there are long stars, white in color and with mane, flowing from the southwest to the northeast of Xiangping City, falling into Liangshui, and the city is shocked. Wen Yi was so frightened that he ordered his ministers, Wang Jian and Liu Fu, to beg for surrender and ask for relief from the siege.
