Charles and Elizabeth walked in the woods for two days, first they headed west and then turned northwest.

It was already night, and they were resting by the bonfire.

Since Charles killed a little rabbit and killed the winged snake falling from the sky with volatile poison on the morning of the first day, he was responsible for the weak monster he encountered along the way, and the powerful monster fell on Elizabeth's hands.

Not far from their campsite tonight was a small river several meters wide, and they were cooking fish soup on the bonfire.

Elizabeth suddenly asked Charles, "Charles, how do you view the relationship between magic and magic?"

Charles was stunned by the sudden magic teaching, and then entered the thinking mode.

He stretched out his right palm, and then a water ball appeared above his palm. After throwing the water ball away, another fire ball appeared on his hand.

These two magics are very simple, just gather the surrounding water and fire elements, and then let them circle there in a simple rule.

But the power of these two kinds of magic is very small, just use a basin of water to pour people on people and burn them with a small torch.

If you want to turn a water ball into a high-pressure water gun and a fireball into a blowtorch, then the magic running path is another matter.

Then Charles replied: "It is the flow of magic that produces magic."

"That's right." After Elizabeth said that, she stretched out her left hand and stopped on Charles' right hand where the fireball was holding. Then a small fireball exactly the same as the one in Charles' hand appeared on her left hand palm.

Immediately afterwards, the fireball on her hand became hotter and hotter, and the color was constantly changing. In the end, the fireball floating above her palm reached a white-hot layer.

She continued: "The fireball in your hand is the same as the fireball in my hand and the configuration of magic, but the magic power flows much faster than yours."

Charles nodded thoughtfully, and Elizabeth's explanation partially confirmed his and Diana's guess about magic and the ability of the Demon-Breaking Sword. At that time, Charles proposed that magic is the embodiment of magic movement, and the ability of the Demon-Breaking Sword is to calm the magic power of the movement. Later, Diana used the magic in her world as a reference and believed that this conjecture had great reference value.

Elizabeth continued: "In the future, when you want to use high temperature or extreme cold magic, remember to protect yourself with other magic. There are many magic beginners who are burned or frostbitten by your own magic every year."

After she finished speaking, she threw the white-hot fireball in her hand into the river, stirring up a large ball of water vapor.

"You listen to what I want to say next." Elizabeth said in a serious tone, "this is the most basic guiding ideology in studying magic."

Charles immediately cheered up.

Elizabeth said slowly and clearly: "The world is material, matter is moving, movement is regular, laws can be understood, and cognition is developing and changing."

She said this sentence in versatile and elves.

Although she couldn't understand the expression under Charles' mask, she saw Charles watching him motionless, thinking that he could not understand the meaning of this sentence.

Elizabeth gently patted Charles' head and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand it now, but you must remember it firmly. In the future, you will learn and experience it while learning magic."

After she finished speaking, she scooped a bowl of fish soup and a few pieces of fish from the pot and handed it to Charles.

The fish in the fish soup was fried from the river beside it. In addition to salt, some wild onions and wild ginger collected nearby, as well as fruits picked from nearby trees.

The fish living in the wild rivers need to swim continuously, so the meat is elastic and the milky white soup is also very delicious.

After Charles finished a bowl of fish pond, Elizabeth scooped him another bowl, but this time the fish in the bowl was only a little bit of minced meat, and half of the bowl was wild onions and the fruits cut into pieces.

Elizabeth patted Charles on the head again and said, "Children should not just eat meat, but also vegetables."

Charles looked at the wild onions and fruit pieces in the bowl, and he wanted to know what the concept of vegetables was in the eyes of the elf.

After eating a piece of bread with the second bowl of soup, Charles raised a question about a place in Elizabeth's magic teaching just now. He had been thinking about this question for a long time while having supper.

"Sister, is magic also material?" Charles asked.

Elizabeth asked back, "Why can't magic be matter? Or what do you define matter? Do you think wind is matter and light is matter?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and then found that he was misled by his previous life's experience.

In his previous life, magic only existed in human imagination. In his subconscious, he still believed that magic was an illusory existence.

But in this world, magic exists objectively and can use dialectical materialism to guide the research work of magic.

"It's interesting," thought Charles.

Then he thought of another question and asked, "Sister, what kind of existence does God exist?"

Elizabeth rubbed Charles' head and said, "This question is still too early for you, and someone will tell you in the future."

After she finished speaking, she stopped Charles' further questioning and began to prepare a blanket for sleeping tonight. A thicker blanket was placed under her body, and a thinner blanket was used to cover her body.

"You keep guarding the night tonight," Elizabeth said to Charles, "and don't do anything weird."

"I just helped you drive away the bugs last night!" Charles explained helplessly again.

Elizabeth, who was lying on the blanket, said twice, "I woke up and helped me drive out the bugs. If I didn't wake up, who knows what your hand was going to do."

"What do you think I can do?" Charles whispered, "Nothing."

After Charles said that, he felt murderous aura. The elf with long ears had a good hearing. So he slipped over to check the traps used for warnings around him.

After looking at the traps around him, there was no problem. After stabbing a few slimes to death, Charles returned to the campfire and started tonight's vigil.

He and Elizabeth allocated their vigil during the forest sea, and he guarded the first half of the night, and then Elizabeth guarded the second half of the night.

This is not a problem for Charles, who was once accustomed to staying up late. It just didn't have to pass the time to do it, making it a bit boring and difficult to bear during the vigil.

The bored Charles's eyes fell on the sleeping Elizabeth's face.

This was the first time he carefully observed Elizabeth's face. Her face was similar to that of an oval face. Her face was soft, her slender silver-white eyebrows, and her pink lips made people look very gentle, but her slightly tall nose bridge brought her another heroic spirit.
Chapter completed!