"Gladiator? Is there such a thing in the academy?" Edward scratched his head, with a curious look on his face: "Is it used to fight against monsters? But as far as I know, this kind of cruel behavior has been banned more than a hundred years ago.
Has His Majesty Si Aoman banned it?"
"It's just a common name. It's a place where mages practice spells and conduct actual combat exercises... but it can also be used for one-on-one duels."
"Oh, actual combat training... I don't quite understand it, but it sounds very powerful. Can I choose the target to fight? So, can it also be a dragon?"
"Of course, all imaginable battles can be simulated there. As long as you can afford the fee, even if you want to challenge a giant dragon, you can do it."
"It's asking for money again. Don't you think there are too many places to ask for money in the Mage Tower?"
"It's true...damn, I'm not talking about that"
Although people in this world are considered adults at the age of fifteen or sixteen, or even around the age of fourteen, so children aged eleven or twelve are usually not treated as ordinary children, but obviously, the difference in experience
It is difficult to make up for it - the words that have gone off the track between two sentences have caused the originally high momentum to plummet. Even if the children raise their voices aggressively, they cannot make up for it.
The corners of his mouth curved into a narrow or mocking arc, and Edward narrowed his eyes and looked at the kid in front of him.
There was a pair of slender eyes on the face with a sharp jaw. He looked very upright, but he had no impression in his memory. He probably wasn't the person who was in the same group as him in the admission examination.
And since he dares to challenge, he must have a certain level of strength. Although he only has a simple robe on his body due to some of the previously announced rules about the academy, the slight marks on his fingers, wrists and neck are enough.
The hunter could see how complicated and luxurious the pieces he originally wore were. Especially his clear speech, with a certain regular rhythm. If combined with his long and slender fingers with slightly convex joints, it formed
He has gained something that even a mage can be proud of.
However, what Edward remembered most about capital was an old joke, saying that the son of a certain coal boss was very wealthy and claimed that he could use money to solve anything in the imperial capital. So someone asked him how much money it would cost to do anything.
**Change the photo on the tower and replace it with that of his father.
Therefore, it is one thing to have capital, but it is another thing to think that with capital you can pursue everything.
"Okay, the arena...then what?" The thoughts in his mind turned, and Edward nodded calmly.
"Having a superior status means having superior abilities, being able to pay a price that ordinary people cannot afford, being able to handle all tests well, and being able to face any difficult opponent with ease... So I think that people who do not have this ability
You are also not suitable for the superior status of chief." The child, who thought that the other party had finally become serious, raised his head and stared into Edward's eyes stubbornly and defiantly: "And I, Miguel Don Cervantes, am confident.
I have the strongest spellcasting ability among all apprentices. I can sense the third layer of the magic network, and the number of spells I master is second to none among all apprentices. Yes, I have such confidence."
"Oh...then what?"
"I think I'm more suitable to be the chief apprentice than you." Someone's plain reaction obviously exceeded the child's expectations, so his words were stagnant, and his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Unfortunately, his opponent remained calm: "Good idea, what next?"
"Therefore, I want to have a one-on-one duel with you! Of course, you can also choose other methods of competition."
"Well, what then?"
"you……"
In fact, sometimes, sarcasm does not require any special words, just showing a certain insincere attitude is enough. Therefore, in a few words, the child's face seemed to be dripping with blood, but his face was about to drip with blood.
His control seems to be quite good. After taking a deep breath, his voice has returned to coldness: "If you don't want to accept it, then Edward Vincent, please declare directly to the mages that you give up your identity as chief.
"
"I can't hear any necessary connection between these things, little guy...or do you think that as long as you beat me in a one-on-one challenge or a certain competition, you can get the position of chief?"
Edward shook his head and glanced at the little guys in front of him and those in the shadows who thought they were well hidden. There were fewer than expected, but there were still many. Obviously, not all of the apprentices were there.
Everyone cares about the title of chief, but among those who care, not everyone will choose this challenge. Therefore, it seems to be a very good idea to encourage a fool to step on the landmines and then observe the results.
Know your opponents clearly and recognize your friends clearly.
But as long as you are not a real fool, you should understand that since this title was given by the mages, it cannot be easily changed by some boring actions of the apprentice.
"I only need to defeat you and prove that I am stronger than you. That's enough. The rest, the mages will naturally make appropriate judgments... See you in the arena at noon tomorrow," Miguel said in one breath.
With such words, he turned around and left, obviously not wanting to see that smiling face again.
However, even if the sun the next day went from high in the sky to low in the west, Miguel Don Cervantes was not able to see that face again in front of the arena as he wished - that face he had painted.
I spent the whole night fully prepared and vowed to completely crush that hateful smile on my infuriating face.
Well, actually at this time, Edward was indeed engaged in a battle...but it was in the mage's study, and the object was a magical parchment.
This was an unexpectedly difficult battle and encountered too many difficulties from the beginning.
First of all, after visiting several shops in the city, Edward failed to find the talisman that understood the language as he hoped, and the maintenance time of those scrolls was too short, so he had to return to the magic he swore not to enter before becoming a nouveau riche.
In the academy's shop, he took out two hundred gold coins from the few gold coins left - the amulet that solidified the language spell was just a piece of bronze the size of a thumb, but the asking price was a terrifying two thousand gold coins. He touched his withered
In the end, Edward could only rent the money bag for one month at one-tenth of the price.
Well, that's a minor issue compared to what's to come.
Then there are those magic scrolls - since they are magic scrolls, opening them is not free.
Although they will not activate any effects, they still require the reader to connect to the magic network and use mental power to open it - for the mage who writes them, doing so may be just a habit and help protect them from
Rot and insect pests, and opening a magical device of this level is just as simple as untying a knot.
However, for Edward, who is not a mage, this is not so easy.
Although the level of these magic locks varies, even at the lowest level, he can only open five or six books before he starts to get tired... and the subsequent processes are even more troublesome - in fact, in the next
While reading, the new apprentice found that he already hated the attitude of the writers of these scrolls towards knowledge - these scrolls were written in various languages, and no one systematically classified the various knowledges, or even
There is no necessary organization, and even most of the things recorded in the parchment scrolls don't even have titles, they are just piled up in a mess, scattered here and there.
But what Edward wanted to look for only had a general direction, which meant that if he wanted to find the information he needed about psychic powers, he would have to read those difficult texts word for word - this was very difficult for an apprentice.
Said, it is simply a terrible trouble
Therefore, it took nearly a day, although Edward reluctantly flipped through about ten scrolls... However, the conclusion he got made him extremely frustrated.
It's of no use at all.
Not to mention psychic powers, or even magic, this information is not helpful at all.
Of course, this does not mean that there is anything wrong with these works themselves. On the contrary, they are quite excellent materials, covering various magical experiences and notes of previous generations. They even include many excellent re-deconstructions and re-examinations of magic.
Interpretation, and the prototype of a unique magical theory...
But the problem is that it is too excellent - in fact, these books, notes and thesis research, assuming it is in the hands of a certain chemist, will definitely receive high praise; but it is a pity that there is no suitable book in it.
It is an introductory book for an apprentice to read, and Edward is exactly such a guy who has just stepped into...or is still lingering outside the threshold.
Of course, it's not all without gain - at least among these scrolls, there are several illustrations of creatures.
The level of detail in these illustrations far exceeds those found in apprentice libraries. Not only do they completely quantify various creatures with finely drawn illustrations, but they also contain countless terrifying monsters, abyss, hell, and heaven that ordinary people cannot even see.
, Wilderness... Many monsters among the more than ten alien planes seem to be able to find details here, which opened the eyes of a bumpkin who didn't know enough about this world.
Unfortunately, what was equally frustrating was the part he wanted to see the most.
"Illithids, a kind of monster that lives in the underdark. Also known as mind flayers. Adult mind flayers stand about 6 feet tall and weigh about 170 pounds. Their eyes without pupils are milky white and there are four eyes near their mouths.
The tentacles and head look like an octopus. The body is lavender, and the skin is cold and elastic... covered with a layer of reflective mucus... There are legends that these weird things have a long history... and will tear the enemy's head apart and steal away the brains.
...Mind flayers will use psychic power to control the opponent's thoughts, or use mind blasts...They can use special methods to manipulate natural energy and create spell-like abilities, which are called psychic powers..."
When he saw a line of words for the first time, Edward's heart couldn't help but beat fast. Unfortunately, after the words on the parchment reached this point, they stopped abruptly, leaving only a short string of fuzzy characters. The following part
, then there is a small blank space.
This made Edward a little depressed... but more frightened.
According to general considerations, things that have not been recorded are either too rare to attract people's attention, or they have been erased from the record for some special reasons. Either of these two situations will not attract people's attention.
Rest assured, although the latter means that you will be on the opposite side of most people, the former may not necessarily make you worth a hundred times... The greatest possibility is that it will be more vulnerable to prying eyes. The curious and greedy
,scary……
Edward doesn't want to be treated as a guinea pig and put on the dissecting table to play with. Even if he wants to play, he can only play with others, not others...
…
…
He let out a long sigh... When the chief apprentice rubbed his sour eyes and raised his head from the book, he noticed that the magic hourglass in the room had quietly turned over a mark representing twelve hours.
Big noodles.
A whole day passed just by reading without any gain?
Edward rubbed his eyes and yawned. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth - when was the last time he read a book seriously like this? It seems to have been twenty years ago?
Although magic is developed in this world, the level of technology is mediocre. There are no computers, no TV, no MP3s, no Internet, and no entertainment of any kind... The only thing that can be called entertainment is books, but there is no such thing.
There are also very few things. Over the past many years, if he hadn't been able to wander around in the Whispering Forest and learn various abilities, I'm afraid Edward would have been bored to death...
Although there is no entertainment now, it is good to have books to read. Although the things recorded in these books have no rhetorical skills and are plain to the point of dryness, after all, they are other worldviews and strange types of monsters.
, myths, legends, and magical secrets, it can be regarded as a relief from boredom. It also involves a lot of secret things. Even if you can't understand it now, it doesn't hurt to take a look.
However, it should be done in moderation.
Standing up, he took out a few pieces of dried meat from the space bag, chewed it slowly, and put water into his stomach. Suddenly, he felt that his lower body, especially his legs and knees, were a little numb - in this study room
The temperature is actually not low, but it may be because no one has been active in it for so long, so it has a bone-chilling chill. Especially since he has been sitting for such a long time.
So he shook his head, simply opened the door and left the study, and began to walk in the silent corridor of the Mage Tower. By the way, he continued to explore if there were any secret places that he had missed. And through several windows, he looked at the collections in certain rooms.
, strange monster specimens, as well as some strange plants and small animals, which are also a good pastime.
The sound of the soles of boots hitting the stone tiles on the ground echoed in the silence. The space in the mage tower was too big. After walking out of the corridor for nearly two miles, Edward saw a figure in the corridor.
Turning around the corner of the passage in the distance - if he wasn't sure that it was difficult for negative energy creatures to cause trouble here, he might even wonder if there was something unclean around him.
After exploring the original route again, he unknowingly returned to the dark corridor in front of the study, facing a dozen closed doors.
Among these dozen doors, he had already tried them one by one yesterday, but except for the study room, he had not gained anything - the red light representing magic on all the exits was surprisingly thick.
It makes him feel dangerous even if he reaches out to touch it.
But when he passed these rooms again today, he was suddenly surprised to find that on the door of the third room on the left, the thick light that had been closed in layers seemed to have disappeared. Although the door was still closed, the layers had disappeared.
The luster proves that some magic has been turned on.
So, when he approached, the door made a soft click and slowly opened to the side.
"Oh my God..."
The moment his sight penetrated the door, Edward couldn't help but let out a small groan - a layer of terrifying red light dazzled his eyes, making him almost unable to see anything for a while.
After blinking for a long time, he could barely see what the room looked like - it also had smooth walls and floors, but it was brighter. Prismatic magic crystals hung from the ceiling with silver chains, constantly emitting a steady soft light to the surroundings.
, and under this light, this space is filled with all kinds of things, most of which are broken utensils, bottles, magic materials in jars, dusty iron pots, missing arms and legs.
Leg armor and a weird-looking long sword.
But the red light emanates from these weird things, and Edward can even feel the fluctuations of magic on them - no matter what they are, they are definitely items with extremely high-end magic attached to them.
But now those things were piled up haphazardly, and they were covered with a fine layer of dust.
This...should be the legendary mage's laboratory, right?
Edward clenched his fists and felt the pain from his nails digging into his palms to make sure that he was not dreaming.
So, should I go in or not?
This is a simple question, but it is also a life-threatening problem.
Because according to legend, a mage's laboratory is always one of the most dangerous places, and the degree of danger will increase with the improvement of the owner's ability, far beyond those strange ruins or tombs that mercenaries often explore -
The institutions in those places are nothing more than some crossbow arrows and some traps for killing people. Even if they are protected by magic, they will not be too expensive. But it is different for their own residence. Most mages don't care about money, but they don't care about the experimental results.
Protection is extremely perverted. It uses as many hidden spaces, exploding elements, and creatures from other planes as there are...
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