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There was form and emptiness, and darkness lay over the abyss. God said, Let there be light, and there was light.
What was the system of gods in the world where this sentence originally came from? Edward didn't, but he said there are gods in this world now, many gods, but there is no one named Jehovah or God, so there is no such sentence.
Weird and provocative words that highlight the charm of gods.
But the gods in this world have not carried out such or similar dissemination - or it may be because there are many people in this world who can do similar things as long as they need it. So in this case, it is naturally impossible to give the gods
Adds any sense of edge.
Dancing Lights.
The most basic magic is to mobilize the energy of the magic network and transform it into light.
Because the energy mobilized is too weak, it is not even classified among the nine rings of magic, but is called the zero ring, or called magic, because for anyone who has a little bit of arcane, divine, or blood-based spell casting
The ability exists, and it is easy to use it without memory or preparation. It is even said that even some knights, rogues, liars, street magicians or other characters not related to spellcasting can pass by.
Master it after simple training.
"It sounds pretty simple," Edward said.
"It's simple in the first place." The half-elf mage replied.
This was a simple conversation about 'simplicity' one day ago... But we, some seemingly simple things can only consciously realize the unexpected difficulty when we do them ourselves, so some people complete them for the first time in their lives.
When sewing buttons, peeling apples, or any other seemingly simple tasks, I will feel very happy, and sometimes I will be so outrageous that I yell and even shed tears.
Of course, Edward doesn't have that kind of sensibility. Even if he did, after experiencing so many things, even after such a major event as rebirth, his heart and nerves would have become bigger and stronger, and he could control this little excitement.
However, when he wiped a trace of sweat from his forehead due to concentration, lowered his gaze, and watched the small ball of light rising from his fingertips slowly rotating in the air, he did feel a little bit in his heart.
Indescribable...satisfaction.
Although a normal dancing light spell should have at least four light balls, at least one hourglass should be maintained, and it should be at least brighter than the luster of a candle... But facing this shrunk to the limit, Edward still felt his heartbeat
The rhythm of the song became brisk, and his spirit was very subtle. The thing he had been looking forward to for a long time was finally fulfilled. For him, this was nothing more than a small miracle.
Even if he is destined to take another path, it doesn't mean that there is no chance in this field... After all, even the monkey who once made trouble in the heaven and even the Lord God beat him, didn't he just slip away from the world?
Did it start with a somersault, four or five miles back and forth, seven or eight feet above the ground?
He thought proudly.
But obviously some people don't agree.
"It's really terrible, worse than a suckling baby... The only thing worthy of praise is your guidance and control of magical energy, which is almost as good as any mage. No, far better than ordinary mage.
"
While Edward was working hard to cast the spell, the half-elf mage Lucian buried his head in the pile of parchment, seemingly too lazy to even look at the 'little miracle'. Only his voice was dry and mean, close to a mixed-blood sigh.
Those guys who know how to do it are really crazy. They actually give you... They insist on giving a guy like you a chance to take the academy test. Although some people have said that skeletons can be made into bone demons, but that is how mages are described.
Wisdom, but if it is realized by some people, they are incomparable...idiots."
So Edward's originally proud smile turned a little bitter.
This is not the first time he has heard such words. He has heard such words a lot in the past few years, and his ears have already become calloused... But at this moment, the words that should have been used to him became extra special.
It was harsh, but after scratching his head, he was unable to refute - although he, a guy judged by many mages to have no talent, finally miraculously cast a spell, but that kind of 'miracle' was, after all, only for him.
.
He was able to use spells, of course, not because those who had previously judged him as incompetent had collectively concealed his abilities. It was just because of the mistakes in the teaching methods of those guys.
Even if it is a real mage, not everyone has a deep understanding of the most profound part of how spells are cast. Just like one plus one equals two, almost everyone understands it, but if someone studies it deeply,
Why? Then only a few people who cook pocket watches and wear eggs can prove it, because that requires mastering countless proprietary knowledge and sacrificing countless people.
And the process, even if it is just memory, is not something that an ordinary person can easily remember. Therefore, regarding the teaching of spell casting, those junior mages who know it but don't know why, when they encounter a piece of rotten wood like Edward, they will
They can only lament that they are "unforgettable" because they know too little and too little about the mysteries of magic.
And truly knowledgeable high-level mages... High-level mages can judge the affinity it has for anyone just by their constant contact with, control of, and perception of the magic network. And theirs is so precious, and their minds are so fragile.
With such a clear mind, you might waste a little bit of time on a guy who doesn't see any future?
Oh, there may have been someone who showed the intention of wasting money before, but before I had time to give guidance, she was not teleported to another place.
So watching the ball of light on his fingertips slowly dissipate, Edward could only feel unlucky or lucky.
Edward doesn't know how powerful this mage is, but one thing is without a doubt, that is, he is very knowledgeable, probably far more knowledgeable than all the mage Edward has ever seen - even if he looks unworthy of that elf appearance.
No matter the bloodline, some fixed advantages will not change. The bloodline gives the half-elf a normal lifespan that is more than twice that of a human. Even if he looks just middle-aged on the outside, he must be in his seventies, eighty years old, or even over a hundred years old.
Renrui. Therefore, he was able to guide Edward so that he could successfully feel those things that he could not feel originally.
But the saying that great teachers make great disciples obviously still requires conditions.
From the previous dusk to the current dusk, Edward has performed a quarter of the dancing light technique, and there is only so much he can do in one day... Well, actually, it should be said,
Only so few is right - because in the description of the half-elf mage, he has taught many people, but even the poorest knight attendants, as long as they do not have extreme intellectual problems, never know anything about magic.
It only takes about a day and a half to be able to cast such a spell.
From knowing nothing to being completely proficient... Well, Edward is not a person who knows nothing about magic. If he uses props, he can even cast spells of about three levels. In terms of guiding magic energy, he can
It is far beyond the scope of any normal person, but unfortunately it is not worth getting too excited about. As a psychic, he is naturally far ahead of the mage in this aspect.
"The only thing you need to solve now is the perception of the magic network. Only by sensing it can you mobilize it, shape it, and create energy. Otherwise, there is no need to talk about it." The mage said at the end, go meditate, think
To cast a spell, there is no shortcut at this step."
Edward responded, but felt a little reluctant in his heart.
The mage's guidance was of course correct. In fact, Edward's progress over the past day was entirely due to the influence of this correct way of meditation. However, he was somewhat resistant to this kind of meditation - because meditation was too
It was a waste, just once, and he indulged in it for nearly a day. So when he woke up, if it weren't for the dwarf's reminder, he would have been confused and thought that it hadn't been a while.
Therefore, after this kind of training was carried out again, he had to send the dwarf out of the mage tower and leave it to the care of the people from the Half-Blood Society.
Of course, if it were normal times, Edward wouldn't mind investing in a place that could make him powerful. But now is not the time - or he has mixed feelings about the mixed-blood society, or he simply doesn't want to recommend someone who has nothing as he said.
A knowledgeable guy...or, most importantly, the reason why he was grateful to Edward for helping him save a lot of trouble and make a lot of profits during the investigation of an assassination incident. Only this mage can teach a prime minister
Strange people, the basis of magic.
For Edward, this is the first person who is willing to teach so seriously and can teach very useful knowledge, so he naturally wants to get more mysteries of magic from him.
That is the so-called thirst for knowledge, or greed.
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In addition, there is another important reason... When he was finally able to face magic, the problems caused by his poor talent also appeared in front of Edward.
When he slowly settled his mind in accordance with the teachings and indulged in the master's meditation method, what appeared in front of his eyes, or in his spirit, was a very dim space - empty and deep, with no light source around him, but there was
A touch of wonderfully fuzzy white makes the surroundings not look endlessly deep.
Only when he completely concentrates his mind can he perceive the source of this white color, a tiny point of light, a very dim light, at the far end of his mind... the very far end, which converges into a hazy light, which is
It's silver and feels very beautiful.
Come closer, lean in.
What can be done now is the driving thoughts, ideas, and will. In short, the one that constitutes "" is constantly moving forward. Like a fish swimming in the darkness, toward the light in the distance,
Move forward slowly and stubbornly.
Move forward slowly...
Or is this fish a rare species in the world, because it is so bad at doing things? Or, it is not a fish at all, but an amoeba, a microorganism, or other weakest existence? In short, it took an extremely long time.
, that hazy luster in the distance is still an extremely distant, hazy light.
Only by concentrating all your energy can you feel that the light seems to have become a little brighter.
This made Edward miserable.
In ordinary concepts, the standard of existence or non-existence may be very simple: what can be seen, what can be heard, what can be touched... among all the perceptions that can be invoked, what can be perceived is existence. If you see
If you can't hear, smell, taste or touch, then of course there is nothing.
But this standard is not clear. Because human perception is very narrow... those stars huddled in the darkness in the far distance, those black holes whose light has been absorbed by their own weight, are far more numerous than human beings.
Countless times greater, they will not be discovered by humans. Spores, microorganisms, molecules and atomic quarks, there are too many things that are exquisite enough to make people sigh, will not be discovered by humans, even those that are close at hand, as long as they are lower than
Weak, spectral or sound waves that are higher than a certain level or are hidden in power will not be detected.
But Edward's current task is to rely on his mental power to get close to, to perceive, and to experience this almost invisible thing - it is simply coming out of nothing. The difficulty is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Painful and boring.
In fact, he would rather it be tangible pain. Even if it costs the legendary tenth level of pain, Edward might be able to endure it, or the real tricky one, which is hundreds of times more difficult than Mathematical Olympiads. Edward
All can be studied - because no matter what, there will be rules that can be followed. Pain can only be used by trying, and puzzles can eliminate all mistakes after searching...
But the feeling he was facing now was really despairing. There was no direction, no distance, and he was not even sure whether those tiny goals he was struggling towards were the real destinations.
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Meditate, wander, wake up.
Eat a little to appease the hungry stomach, do some gymnastics to let the body recover from the stiffness. Have some attempts to extend the conversation with the mage, but in the end it is short. Then comes the second round of meditation.
Repeat, repeat.
When Edward woke up from meditation for the third, no, fifth or sixth time...he also recited the familiar incantation and felt the invisible power around him.
There was a slight vibration, and then I finally saw with satisfaction that four spherical magic lights finally lit up on my fingertips.
"Very good. Talent is indeed important for a mage, but perseverance cannot be forgotten. Well, in fact, the most important thing is not perseverance, but the obsession with magic. Otherwise, there is actually no way to talk about perseverance and the like.
Get up. And you seem to have some merits on this point."
The mage didn't know when he had left the parchment-covered and even more chaotic seat, and gave him the only word that sounded like a compliment.
Then, as Edward was worried and unwilling to do, he sent him directly out of the door...
Well, if the iron golem didn't push out and then close the door with a bang, it would really be like sending it off.
Well, perhaps the new mage apprentice should feel a little lucky - the golem also threw out a bulging, surprisingly heavy and huge leather bag, a piece of delicate parchment, and the mage's second sentence as before.
As a reward for saving you some trouble, I will exchange your few gems into gold coins for you. However, the deadline for registering for the academy is only three hourglasses for today. You'd better find a carriage and drive to Woody quickly.
The main entrance of the college on the avenue, don’t really waste what I wasted on you before.”
Edward felt dumbfounded.
Because although those few gems were expensive, they were not worth five thousand gold coins, and because the other party seemed to have a very good calculation, he could only follow this order obediently.
Fortunately, meditation seemed to be able to replace the effects of sleep to a certain extent, so sitting in the rented carriage, Edward felt that his mind was clear and his body was light.
Just a little impatient.
It seemed to be the effect of pre-exam syndrome in his memory... So he sat on the carriage and looked at the phantom of the huge castle outside the window, gradually approaching its only door, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.
.
Only when you get closer gradually can you notice how huge and amazing this door is - its upper part, together with the castle, is hidden in the sky, like a phantom, but the lower part is real.
, with a width comparable to that of a mansion, located at the end of a street.
When renting this carriage, the coachman told him the name of this place. This is Woody Avenue, the main entrance of the Magic Academy, and the only door in the building.
The name that ordinary people give him is the Mage's Gate.
"Don't think it's simple, this name is the most appropriate... because almost all the people who pass through this gate are, or are already, mages." The coachman explained diligently to the young man who was obviously a country bumpkin. After all, the other party gave him
A few gold coins are far more than the reward for this short journey.
But this name made Edward feel a little fascinated.
"The Mage's Gate... Am I standing on his threshold now?"
However, perhaps this heavy thinking is indeed something wrong. When the new mage apprentice stepped off the carriage, he remembered that he had to face a second trouble——
In fact, it was not a trouble, but the big bag that the mage gave him as the registration fee... only contained gold coins.
The gold coins of the Kingdom of Tuminis are minted according to the standards prevailing on the mainland. They are ordinary in style. They are the most common golden round cakes. Each one weighs one-third of an ounce. It is a veritable golden baubles. It is a full five thousand
One piece is one thousand six hundred and sixty-six ounces and weighs close to one hundred pounds. Even if it is not beyond a person's arm strength, it is still a big... lump in the hand.
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