Chapter 31 31. Please choose your school of thought
Two wooden chairs are facing each other in the corner of the library.
Annan sat on a wooden chair on the edge of the sunny corner. Avoiding the morning sun, I put my hands on my legs a little cautiously. Mr. Victor sat opposite, his silhouette glowing hazy in the sunlight.
The library door was closed and no one disturbed them.
Mr. Victor first asked about the most basic knowledge: "There are several schools of magic."
"Six schools, protection system, prophecy system, evocation system, necromancy system, conjuration system, and summoning system."
"What about spells?"
"Spells are divided into one. At ten levels, spellcasters at each stage can learn spells of two levels. Ordinary spellcasters can cast spells within the second level, elite spellcasters within the fourth level, and masters within the sixth level..."
"What are the steps for casting spells?"
“Mage or Warlock?”
"Mage."
"First study the magic theory, build a spell model in your mind, then memorize it, and finally use magic to release it. Some of the spells require magic props and special chants to assist in spell casting."
"Warlock."
"Usually as long as you have seen the process of releasing a spell or know the principle of a spell, you can restore it by thinking...by thinking about the origin of the spell."
"What is the difference between mages and warlocks?"
"I haven't seen this part yet..."
Annan thought to himself, I haven't even learned single-digit addition in the four arithmetic operations, so you ask me advanced mathematics...mathematics...
Annan's divergent thinking allowed him to capture the flickering aura.
“…because they use different tools?”
“Novel answer…”
Mr. Victor raised his head, his old eyes regretful and sad.
Anantchai Mr. Victor saw his past self in himself.
"So you also know what is the difference between magic and psionic energy?"
"They are different tools?"
Mr. Victor nodded, seeming satisfied with Annan conjecture. Picking up the pottery red coffee cup: "Do you know how this cup is made?"
"It's made from sand."
"Where's the coffee inside?"
"It's made from ground coffee beans."
"Where's the coffee beans?"
< br>"The fruit of the coffee tree."
Victor put down the cup and picked up the book next to him: "What about the paper pages?"
"Trees and plant fibers are used as raw materials to make pulp. The pulp is turned into paper, and the paper is used to bind books." Annan answered.
Victor put down the book again, narrowed his cloudy eyes, and searched the library for knowledge that could stump Annan.
"I don't know how water was formed." Annan immediately said humbly.
The old man did not struggle with this issue and snorted coldly: "The Master knows."
"Magic is a tower of Babel built by infinite magicians over countless years. The first magicians laid the foundation, used knowledge as the stone, and extended their hands of knowledge to the stars."
"Warlocks are natural casters. , so they never use knowledge as a tool to pry open the door to the unknown.”
Mr. Victor once again committed the arrogance of mages - bragging about mages and belittling others. Fortunately, he did not forget what he wanted to do today. do what. "Your talent does not come from your bloodline, so you can only use the six schools of magic to induce magic."
Annan sat up slightly straighter, he had been looking forward to this moment.
Mr. Victor then looked at the clock in the corner and said, "It's almost time." As he finished speaking, the shadows of the carriages parked on the street blocked the doors and windows.
"Go and open the door."
Annan stood up and walked to the door, when he saw an unexpected figure stepping out of the carriage.
"Little Winchet?"
"Lindy Winchet." Little Winchet formally told Annan her name.
"Okay little Winchet." Annan's eyes fell on the luxurious lacquered wooden carriage with the Winchet family crest printed on it, wondering if the wine lady was on it.
"Not here." Little...Lindy seemed to know what he was thinking. She passed Annan with a stack of scrolls and came to the Sunshine Corner and said respectfully: "Teacher Victor."
“What are these?”
Close the library door, Annan looked at the scroll that Lindy put down.
“It’s okay that you’re not a mage.” Mr. Victor suddenly sighed, “Your ignorance makes the mage from the evil camp want to dig out your head and study it.”
Sounds like he's talking about Martin.
“These are five magic scrolls.” Lindy said.
Victor glanced at the scroll from the corner of his drooping eyes: "There is no necromancy scroll."
"It cannot be collected in the town. But if the five schools of thought are not activated, he can only be Necromancy.”
Mr. Victor was noncommittal, and Lindy replaced Mr. Victor for the next test.
"What should I do?" Annan asked.
"These are the first-level spells of the five schools. I can use them, and you can observe, sense, and imagine yourself." Lindy said, "This is the shield spell of the guardianship system."
She first tore open a scroll, and azure light flowed from the crack, turning into a shield-shaped shadow that enveloped her.
Annan has no special feeling.
"It seems that he is not a person who wants to protect others." Mr. Victor sarcastically said.
Lindy removed the shield and picked up the second scroll.
"The Mounting Technique of the Conjuration System."
A brown horse, a virtual reality, emerged from beside Lindy with hoofs.
This lifelike horse is actually a magical creature. It will dissipate when the time limit is up. But the process of starting from nothing still amazed Annan.
Magic is so magical in every way...
"This won't work either."
Mr. Victor's sigh awakened Annan, and he knew the reason - the Conjuration system is the most comprehensive among the six schools and the most suitable for combat.
The third scroll is the prophecy system of detecting undead.
However, there are no undead here for detection. The fluorescence after tearing open the scroll lingered around Lindy for several times, and was annihilated in the gap between light and darkness.
Annan still couldn't capture any inspiration from it.
Next is the evocation department. Mr. Victor suddenly said: "The library cannot withstand arcane missiles."
"Teacher, it's the floating disk technique."
Lindy was about to tear open the scroll, and a glowing The disk floated around her.
Annan’s only thought was “What does it feel like to stand up there?”
There is one scroll left.
Although Mr. Victor said that he had the talent of a warlock, Annan still couldn't help but worry about it——
If it was not even the summoning system, the so-called talent could only be an accident, or it could be the undead system.
He is the kind of necromancer who stays in dark tombs with skeletons and ghosts, conducting unknown horrific experiments.
Lindy tore open the scroll directly,
The space crack of the low summoning technique appeared in front of her eyes, and an outline composed of water emerged from the crack that seemed to be lapping with the tide.
Annan stared at the water element, and a strange feeling was about to emerge...
"Stop!"
The old man Victor's shout woke him up.
"Don't cast spells casually until you are proficient...unless the person you want to respond to the summons is an indescribable existence."
"Summoning system..." Mr. Victor failed to hold back. The mage's thirst for knowledge, "Child, why did you awaken the summoning system?"
Annan blamed the door, but could not speak to Mr. Victor.
"I long to have companions." He thought for a while and said.
“Don’t say stupid things.”
“Okay, I like to bully the minority.”
(End of this chapter)