As we all know.

With the soul out of his body, Yi Lin is in a state of mind.

Mental state is a special state.

Time outside is almost static.

The brain's speed is free from the limitations of the body and reaches its true limit.

It's similar to the overclocking operation of a computer CPU.

In his mental state, Yi Lin reads books, understands, deduces, and time suddenly flows.

Reading a hundred books at the same time, even if they are just one page, will not be able to complete them under normal conditions.

At least, humans should not.

But Yilin was done.

"Thank you, mage!"

Yi Lin didn't know whether the mage successfully returned to his own world after leaving Gugu Town and whether he had died. But before seeing the Supreme Master corpse on the street with his own eyes, Yi Lin would just barely live as the Supreme Master for the time being.

And be grateful.

In his mental state, Yi Lin looked ten steps at a glance.

When Yi Lin finished reading a different page of hundreds of books, a huge sip came from the butt in the flesh, Yi Lin opened her eyes again.

After four weeks, time returned to normal flow rate.

Yi Lin glanced at the clock set in the library. It took Yi Lin only five minutes to read the contents of a hundred pages of magic books.

In just five minutes, maintaining mental state consumed four-fifths of Yi Lin's psychic power value.

Oh, now it's magic value.

You know, Yi Lin’s psychic value is notoriously abundant.

In other words, the consumption of souls leaving their bodies is so terrifying.

While sorting out new experiences and consolidating memories, he calculated.

Read the book in a normal way first. When the psychic value is full, switch to the mental state. When you read it almost, then return to the normal way... Isn't it equivalent to double the time?

hiss……

Plan pass!

Yi Lin's liver is rising.

——Liver explosion.

Day 5.

The magician apprentices of the clock tower witnessed one thing one after another.

The servant recruited by Seberust openly lay on the spiral stairs in a "big" shape and slept soundly.

Yi Lin finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Snoring sounds come one after another in the quiet library room.

The incident of Yi Lin's open disruption of the order of the clock tower was soon stabbed to the monarch Basserro.

"Sleep in the library?"

During the day, at the instruction of the monarch Bassermero, Seberas pushed a wheelchair and brought Bassermero Dylan here.

The wheelchair climbed up the spiral stairs. Strangely, as the wheelchair advanced, the steps under the wheels turned into a slope strangely. This made Basserro's wheelchair unobstructed on the stairs.

soon,

The two of them came to the sleeping Yilin.

"It's like a child."

Bathurmero Dylan smiled.

Seberas was silent for a moment, his eyelids drooped, and said calmly: "Master, I will remind him to pay attention."

Bathmero Dylan did not refute and asked again: "Have he not left for a few days?"

"Return to the master, for five days."

"So that's it, have you felt it?"

"?"

"The smell of 'magic' began to appear on him."

Seberas's face changed slightly, and there was a little more change in her eyes. She lowered her head as soon as she grabbed Yi Lin's palm while she was sleeping.

At this time,

Yi Lin opened her eyes.

"you……"

"Don't talk."

Seberas said.

"I don't think we are so familiar."

Yi Lin had no choice but to sit up, and said this, but her body let Seberas do whatever he wanted.

After a few seconds,

Seberas let go of his hand and frowned.

"Sorry, I fell asleep accidentally. What time is it now?"

Yilin rubbed her eyes and asked.

In fact, although he slept well, he woke up when Bathmelo Dylan and Seberas came to him.

Yilin looked at each other with Bathmelo Dylan, and a faint smile appeared on the boy's pale face - Yilin understood that he had just pretended to be asleep and was easily seen through.

The wisdom revealed in the boy's eyes was not like he could have at his age.

"Is this also inheritance?"

Yi Lin combined his understanding of "magic" and was confused.

Bathurmero Dylan didn't seem to point out the naughty little playfulness of Yilin pretending to be sleeping. He sat in a wheelchair, gently lifted his chin, and asked with a smile: "Magic, is it fun?"

"good."

Yi Lin told the truth.

Bathmelo Dylan, as if he had remembered something, said calmly: "Do you know the stranger from the East? Your ancient country once had a branch of our Magicians Association."

"once?"

"Yes, once. Ming Dynasty, the era where your country is, a force destroyed that branch."

"oh."

Yi Lin nodded, and Yi Lin was not very interested in the historical secret buried in the long river of time.

“Ceberas.”

"exist."

"At 4 pm, take President Yi to the largest classroom."

"What?!"

This time, Seberas, whose expression was always calm, rarely couldn't hold back and a surprised feeling appeared on his face.

"Yes, remember, don't forget."

Bathurmero Dylan waved his hand and yawned, tired and sleepy.

Brother, it's early in the morning.

Yi Lin looked up at the sunlight thrown by the painted skylight and secretly complained.

"Dear President Yi, I will come to greet you on time at 3:30 in the afternoon." Seberas pushed the wheelchair down. At the end, she turned around and hesitated for a few seconds. Finally, she reminded kindly: "Please make sure to wash it."

“…”

Yi Lin only remembered that she hadn't left here in five days.

Although there was no vigorous exercise and no exaggerated smell on his body, Yi Lin couldn't stand it himself.

After secretly returning to his room, he rubbed his hands well, Yi Lin lay on the soft bed, thinking about life.

Something seems to happen in the afternoon.

Yi Lin closed her eyes.

At present, many of the things in the clock tower are like shrouded in fog, and Yi Lin can't see clearly.
To be continued...