On the eve of the year-end assessment, Mitchell discovered that Al had not signed up for the year-end assessment.
In order to persuade him to participate in the year-end assessment, Mitchell specially called a few friends to persuade Al.
But their persuasion was of no use.
Because Al ignored their persuasion at all.
Seeing that Al was determined not to participate in the year-end assessment, Mitchell suddenly felt like he hated iron.
But the matter has come to this, and he can't force the other party.
After all, even force is of no use because the registration time has passed.
But he still didn't understand. If Al participated, the results should be among the best.
Even if he participates in team battles, his ranking will not be too low. Why is he unwilling to participate in the year-end assessment?
Faced with Mitchell's doubts, Al said bluntly: "This kind of thing is so inefficient."
"Inefficient?" Mitchell still doesn't understand what it means?
Al continued: "The Magic Academy assessment will take about ten days, and the team battle will also take about ten days."
"If I spend 20 days participating in this kind of assessment, it would be a waste of my life. I might as well make good use of these 20 days to improve my magic proficiency."
"..." Mitchell was stunned for a moment, and then said to him: "Even so, you need resources to practice. If you don't have enough resources, how will you practice?"
Al said coldly: "It doesn't matter. I still have a workshop. As long as I spend part of my time making magic weapons every day, I won't have any worries about my life in the academy!"
"..." Mitchell suddenly felt like he was being shown off.
After he left Al's workshop, he said these beautiful words: "******"
After venting his anger, Mitchell returned to the Magic Academy as if nothing was wrong.
After Mitchell left, Al entered the underground secret room and began to debug the heavy armor.
After debugging was almost complete, the clone was drilled directly into it.
"It's okay. Even if I don't use magic, the weight is within a controllable range. At most, it's cumbersome to move. But if I use magic, my movement should be more agile."
Al nodded and said: "That's good! It's a pity that it can only be equipped with some low-level magic stones. The price of high-level magic stones is too high, and I can't afford it now."
"This is nothing. The low-level magic stones are enough for me to use. If the opportunity is right, I will replace the magic stones and replace all these magic stones with higher-level ones."
"It's a pity that [Yao Shen Sword] is of great use and I can't give it to you." Al said regretfully.
"It's okay, you still have more things to do now, which is to learn more magic and improve your magic proficiency, so that I can focus the rest of my energy on improving my mental strength and practical combat ability."
"When do you plan to leave?"
"..."
"..."
Both Al and the clone who asked this question were confused.
Because they are the same person and their thinking is basically synchronized, his asking this question is equivalent to asking himself, "What do you want to eat for lunch today?"
The clone picked up the big sword and said, "Okay, I'm leaving."
After saying this, he left the workshop without looking back.
When leaving the Magic Martial Arts Academy, Al once again met the old man who guarded the gate.
He asked Al: "This classmate, where are you going?"
Al raised his mask and said, "Hey, it's you, old man. I still remember the glory points you asked for for me."
"It's not good to be so serious about money at such a young age. Let's do this. Seeing that you're leaving, I'll give you a message, old man."
Immediately, the old man's eyes suddenly widened, and then the black pupils began to dilate, gradually becoming deeper.
"You have to be careful with the cross sword, because it will change your life."
After saying this, the old man's eyes returned to their original state.
The clone was stunned for a moment, and then he muttered casually: "What a nonsense."
Then he closed the mask and left the Magic Martial Arts Academy.
After he walked away, the old man murmured: "Why did you feel something was wrong with his destiny just now? Am I really old?"
After saying this, he patted the back of his head: "How is that possible? I'm still very young now."
After saying this, he returned to his concierge and continued to sit there.
…
Although Al felt something was wrong with the old man, he couldn't think of a reason, so Al put the matter aside for the time being.
Then he began to continue his practice. During this time, he did not continue to practice magic. All his energy was used to build armor and accessories, and leave marks on it.
Only now did he have time to start practicing magic.
In order to reflect fairness, the first and second years of the Magic Academy are tested separately.
The leader of the first grade was naturally the monitor of Class A, but he was not happy at all despite the fact that he had won the final victory.
Because as an insider, he knew very well that if it hadn't been for Al not participating in the year-end assessment, he would never have been the number one in the first grade.
As everyone knows, even if Al is here, he may not be able to win, because Al's basic knowledge of magic is still relatively weak.
After all, his energy is focused on actual combat.
After the first-grade competition, Donald ran to Al's workshop excitedly and said to him mysteriously: "Do you know who won in the first grade?"
Al said directly: "Henry!"
He was very decisive when he said this, as if he had guessed the result from the beginning.
Seeing what Al said, Donald sighed: "Really, it's so boring for you to tell the result so quickly."
Al continued to build the magic circle there, but he broke it up in advance before the magic circle could absorb the magic power.
Because he didn't want to make a mess in his workshop.
"Although I don't know him very well, I know this person relatively well. He is a very conceited person, but this conceitedness is based on his strength. It is precisely because he is strong enough that
He has the capital."
"What about you?" Donald asked Al.
Al smiled and said: "It only took me half a year to enter the Magic Martial Arts Academy. If I enter the second grade now, they will not be convinced, and they may even face a lot of unnecessary challenges."
After a pause, Al continued: "But my ability has surpassed that of some mid-level magicians. Even if I can get the first place in the first grade in the end-of-year assessment, the teachers will either put me in the second grade.
Grade, or will comfort students, he should not be a first-year student, so your failure is not surprising."
"You said, why should I waste this time? Playing house with those children."
"That's what you said, but you may not be as old as them."
Al took back his posture and said to Donald: "How did your martial arts school compare?"
"Can it still be like this? The assessment of our martial arts academy is much faster than that of the magic academy. Now there are only a few people who are still behind."
"And you?"
"I, of course I have finished the competition long ago."
At this point, Donald whispered to Al: "You know, when my dad talked about team battles, he prepared a piece of equipment for us, which is said to be able to increase our combat effectiveness by half."
"That's good." Al guessed, was it possible that he was using his own magic stick?
But guessing is useless, he will know when the time comes to take a look.
…
At this moment, Musa was sitting and talking with someone familiar to Al.
"Where did that El come from?" Joseph Bent asked Musa.
Musa smiled and said: "He, I heard it was because the honorary dean found him at the gate of Otto Magic Academy. He seemed to have failed the assessment of Otto Magic Academy."
"..." Joseph Bent didn't believe it: "Although his craftsmanship in making magic weapons is relatively rough, if someone teaches him carefully, he may even have a chance to become someone like me in the future. Otto Magic Academy didn't accept him?"
"Who says otherwise!" Moussa also couldn't believe it: "He was not even a junior magician when he first entered school, but now he has learned more than a dozen intermediate magics. If it weren't for his lack of mental strength,
There may be a chance to learn advanced magic."
How could Moussa not know what Donald knew?
Moussa continued: "What does this weapon look like?"
Joseph Bent picked up the magic stick and just looked at it before putting it down.
Joseph said: "The material of this magic weapon is very rough, and the reason why it can function depends entirely on the spiritual power contained in it."
"It seems I'm not wrong." Moussa said with some confusion: "But how did he learn to separate his mental power at such a young age?"
Joseph said: "What you care about is ability, but what I care about is courage."
"You major in Dou Qi. You don't know what mental power means to a magician. No matter where he knows the method of dividing mental power? In this process, pain is unavoidable, and it will also lead to his downgrade.
But he did this, I really don’t know what he did for?”
"..." Musa didn't know why Al did this. Was it because of a promise he made?
At first, Musa really wanted Joseph to help him make an enhanced version of the magic stick, but when he learned that it required the refiner's mental power to make it, he gave up the idea.
It's not that he doesn't have the courage. Anyway, refining the magic stick doesn't consume his own mental energy, so of course it doesn't matter to him.
But those alchemists would never be happy to do this.
After all, separation of mental power is equivalent to cutting off one's future to a certain extent.
From the breakthrough of a high-level magician to a magister, there is a barrier that most geniuses cannot break through.
Although mental power can be restored through practice, no matter how hard you practice, your mental power is no longer complete.
The realm barrier that was originally difficult to break through will become stronger.
Even for a genius, the original chance of breakthrough is only one percent, but if the mental power is further divided, the difficulty will increase more than ten times.
Therefore, for the vast majority of people, dividing their mental strength will undoubtedly mean cutting off their future.
No matter what the reason is, Al has already done it, and there is nothing he can do to stop it even if he wants to.
At least it is impossible to popularize the magic stick. Fortunately, some noble phantoms also have this function. This chapter has been completed!