Master Carlisle’s connections are quite strong, and even if he is passed on through many layers of support, the favors he pays are solid enough. Mrs. Seat’s teaching of Gretel is completely dedicated, just like how she teaches her own disciples.
As a thirteenth-level great magician, he naturally has a very deep understanding of the second-level magic of this school. In the hands of Master Carlisle, he only knows what it is but does not know its reason. When it is in the hands of Mrs. Seat, it is
It was dismantled piece by piece piece by piece:
"This trumpet-like structure adjusts the intensity of spell casting. There are always some people who are particularly sensitive to pain, or the effects of some painful spells are particularly strong and need to be offset - try to change this structure? What, you have to go back and calculate it? Of course
, of course, it is always right for young people to be cautious."
"This hyperbola? You took it apart wrong... The left half is connected to the rhombus structure further to the left, and the right half can be taken apart separately..."
"This cone? No, no, no, what you see on the scroll is its projection, and its spell configuration in the meditation environment should be..."
The second-level magic is much more complicated than the first-level. With Gretel's ability, according to the description of the magic scroll or the magic book, he can barely outline the spell model and release the spell. However, like this, piece by piece
Piece by piece, dismantle, adjust, change...
Grete tried three times. Twice it had no effect. The third time, the spell model in the meditation environment directly shattered, almost shaking the core of meditation.
Gretel did not dare to continue to seek death, so he turned to Master Carlisle for help. Only then did he realize that the analysis and changes to the standard spell model were the secrets of every school, every mage organization, and even every magician.
As for the details of [Delaying Pain], Master Carlisle himself is not very clear about it. Only the masters of the Charm Control School can ask for advice...
Mrs. Seat broke the entire spell model apart and explained it clearly. What are the effects, where can be adjusted, and where must not be changed. She even quoted from other sources, which spell structure is the same as [Hypnosis], and which spell structure,
It has similarities with the [Blinding Technique] and [Deafness Technique] of the necromancy system...
This class lasted from afternoon to after dinner. At about four o'clock, Mrs. Seat's female disciples came in to serve afternoon tea, tea, desserts, and fruits. They came in and out, constantly changing people, and one came in.
The man looked at Gretel once and for all.
Grete was immersed in dismantling the spell and didn't even look at them. Mrs. Seat, on the other hand, kept laughing. When she poured milk into the tea cup, her palms kept shaking, and the milk almost spilled on the apple pie.
The more Gretel studied, the more grateful she was for the teacher's selfless professor. When she finished speaking, she couldn't help but bowed deeply:
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Seat. I really don't know how to repay you for your teaching."
"Then how about joining the Charm Control School?" Mrs. Seat quickly opened the feather fan and closed it halfway. She covered her lips with the fluffy edge of the feather fan and laughed softly:
"Young man, our school of seduction and control has many beautiful girls~~~"
As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly and adjusted his skirt casually. Naturally, Grete sweated profusely: "You are joking..."
What's so attractive about beautiful girls? If you give me ten or eight strictly trained nurses, I'll immediately - uh, I'll take them all back to the hospital immediately...
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Mrs. Seat said seriously:
"Your qualifications are even better than Carlisle said. It is indeed very pleasant to teach students like you. - Well, regarding [Delaying Pain], I have taught you everything I can. The rest needs to be practiced by yourself slowly.
.Is there anything else you want to ask? While I’m in a good mood today, I can tell you all~~~”
This was just a polite word. If Gretel had still had the same personality as in his previous life, he would have stood up immediately to say thank you and say goodbye. However, he had traveled through time and became much thicker-skinned. At this moment, he seized the opportunity and asked immediately:
"How do you know that the target of the technique can't feel pain? Or is it dizzy, charming, or hypnotized by me? Is there any observation method in the Charm Control School or other schools?"
"this……"
The last bit of smile on Mrs. Seat's lips also faded away. She subconsciously brushed her hair, a golden bell on her wrist jingled, and she muttered:
"There is really no school of enchantment and control. Generally speaking, mages who follow the school of enchantment and control are quite confident in their own charm. They know whether the spell is successful or not. Of course, it is not that they have not been killed by pretending to be tricked...
...Well, let me think about it..."
Her bright red palm gently tapped the table, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes were moving. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly closed her feather fan and tapped her palm:
"Yes! You can try several spells from the prophecy system - detect thoughts, positioning, see through invisibility, identify camouflage - and even the most basic magic detection and poison detection? The spells from the prophecy system can,
Let the mage see things that ordinary people can't see..."
Can you see brain waves?
Can you see nerve action potentials?
Can I see an electromyogram?
Grete's heart was pounding. He thanked Mrs. Seat respectfully and caught the last train down the mountain. As soon as he returned to the villa, he rushed in like a whirlwind:
"Bernard! Bernard! - Are there any frogs? Please help me catch some frogs!"
"Where can there be frogs in such a cold weather..." The barbarian had eaten his fill of meat and was lying in front of the fireplace in the living room to warm himself, spreading his hands and feet and not wanting to move. Grete clasped his hands together and shook him up and down:
"Please! I want to do an experiment and I need frogs... Without frogs, I have to kill a lot of big animals. It's very annoying. Please help me!"
The barbarian got up grumbling and walked into the garden. After a while, five frogs bigger than his fist came in.
Grete took one gratefully, nailed the frog to the board with three strokes, five divided by two, turned on [Detection Magic], and made a slash on the frog's leg...
Well, nothing has changed.
[Detect toxicity]? Make another mark, still no change...
[Detect Thoughts]? Another slash with the knife made Gretel's heart beat loudly. He did feel it, a very vague, very weak, but real signal. Gretel quickly threw a [Delay Pain] over it, and then
Keep feeling the magic feedback.
It seemed, like, there was no change? Could it be that the frog's intelligence was too low to be able to detect thoughts? Grete destroyed the frog's medulla oblongata and made another cut. Then, he sadly discovered that the feedback from [Detecting Thoughts],
Still not much has changed…
Change another one?
Gretel thought for a moment, then caught a new frog, and activated the second-level prophecy spell [See Through Invisibility]. This time, the frog's head, torso, and limbs were beating with a translucent aura of life. He cut it with a knife.
, the frog's head, and the frog's leg that was stabbed, the spiritual light fluctuated slightly.
What's this?
What is the aura of life I see in my meditation vision?
Intuition came up faster than reason. Grete's heart was pounding and he almost screamed. He even luxuriously took out the mental potion, took a small sip, and then stared at the frog's head.
Raise your hand and cast a spell——
【Delay the pain】!
The spiritual light in the head, frog legs, and meditation field of vision still flickers slightly, but it has become less violent. Gretel took a deep breath: He is very close to the truth!