Chapter 410: Sister, are you rubbing high-energy particles with your bare hands?
Bernard climbed up to the dragon's nest with great difficulty, but before he could stand still, he was lured by the phantom, and rushed into the depths of the cave to attack Long Wei. The result was good at last. With all his strength, he finally broke through to level eight.
The realm of a warrior, and then was knocked over by a silver dragon's wings...
After adapting to the power obtained through the advancement, he joined Gretel in a detour and went to find the silver dragon to thank him. Then, out of politeness, he sat across the long table with his boss and listened to Ophelia's lecture:
"You want to show the current? It's quite simple." Ophelia picked up the silver pot with patterns and poured black tea into their cups one by one from left to right. The warm tea steamed up a thin mist, and the silver dragon finger
The tip is lightly hooked, condensing the water mist into a thin sheet:
"Look, first of all, we condense a cloud. Do you know this magic?"
Grete nodded quickly, with envy on his face. The first-level magic of the Conjuration System, Hidden Mist, can attract a circle of heavy fog that surrounds the caster. Of course he can do this magic, although the speed is not that fast.
It’s not that even. Well, it’s mainly because I don’t need it and I’m too lazy to practice...
But no matter how hard he practiced, he still couldn't do it like Silver Dragon, who could condense a small cloud with just a snap of his fingers, with unusual thickness and density, and unusual uniformity. Then again, controlling clouds and mist seemed to be Silver Dragon's instinct?
He glanced at Cerira secretly. Cerira had no sense of "secretly" and made a face directly at him:
"I can do it too! Well, I just can't do what my aunt is..."
"Cerela is still young." Ophelia smiled warmly at her niece, then turned to Grete:
"This magic was created by us to entertain the child. She is not old enough to use it yet. Look -"
As he spoke, his fingertips moved slightly, and a dazzling light danced up and down in the clouds and mist. Gretel took a tight breath, threw himself in front of the cloud screen, and almost put his nose against it:
"Light scattering - no, no, this is not light, this is -"
Halfway through, he swallowed it back, hurriedly grabbed a piece of silk and a glass rod, and wiped it vigorously. After wiping for a while, he used the glass rod to absorb a few pieces of shredded paper, and cautiously approached the cloud screen. Three millimeters, two millimeters, one millimeter.
…
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, suddenly, the shredded paper swayed on the tip of the glass rod without any wind!
"It's not light, it's electricity!" Gretel suddenly raised his head, staring closely at Ophelia, who was smiling gently, with shock on his face:
"Is it electricity - or is it magnetism?!"
The appearance of light and shadow in the clouds and fog is related to electricity... ionization? High-energy particles?! Sister, it’s okay to rub the cloud chamber with your hands, rub high-energy particles with your hands?!
Even if you are a Silver Dragon, you are too strong!
"The little mage is pretty good!" Ophelia looked at Gretel in surprise. Being able to use this simple method to prove the electric field is already pretty good; he actually went one step further and could associate electricity with magnetism?
Whether it is his imagination or his foundation in arcane magic, he is outstanding.
"Yes, it is indeed electricity and magnetism." She waved away the clouds with a smile and pointed out the window:
"We live in this dragon's nest. When the weather is good at night, colorful light curtains often appear in the northern sky. We just watched and played, and as we watched, we figured out this gadget."
She spoke in an understated tone, as if nothing had happened, but she was extremely proud of herself. Although her level was not high, and she had no fighting power except for illusions, she really couldn't do it without the foundation of an adult silver dragon. Alas, it's a pity that my brother doesn't know the goods, and neither do his fellow clan members.
I don’t even think it’s any different from phantom…
She looked to the left, and Cerela had a bored look on her face, and all she had written on her face was "just a gadget to entertain the children." She looked to the right, and Bernard was still confused, holding a small biscuit in his hand, eager to
He even poured the plate into his mouth.
Hey, my little biscuit! I baked it hard! If you swallow it like this, can you taste it?
Forget it, it was a mistake to count on your niece. As for the barbarian, you shouldn't have expectations for him. Ophelia looked at Gretel again, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she was sincerely happy:
Gretel looked straight at her, slowly opening his mouth, and his eyes were shining brightly. Looking at it like that, he just wanted to fall to the ground. Well, it seems that he is a knowledgeable person and knows the difficulty of this spell!
Grete was indeed about to fall over. He made this display by studying the aurora... He made this display screen by studying the aurora...
Not relying on instruments or equipment, just relying on the physical body to feel the earth's magnetic field and high-energy charged particle flow, as well as the luminous phenomenon of particle flow colliding with atoms, and based on this, magic was created!
Boss, I can’t even imagine how brave you are!
Grete's admiration made Ms. Silver Dragon feel very good. She dispersed the clouds and condensed them again. The light and shadow on the cloud screen changed, and the magic fluctuations were minimal. You could hardly feel it if you didn't pay attention:
"As for your request, you just need to guide the current out and connect it to the cloud. How about it, do you want to learn now?"
"Please teach me, Ms. Ophelia." Gretel immediately lowered his head and saluted:
"For this, as long as it is a price within my ability, I am willing to pay -"
"Haha, there's no need to pay. After all, you helped me and Serira." Ms. Silver Dragon waved her hand kindly. There was a ding behind her, she hooked her fingers, and a new plate of baked cookies flew out of the oven.
, fell in front of Gretel:
"However, there is no cost for learning ready-made magic. It is still necessary for me to improve the magic. In this way, as tuition, you will live here until the snow closes the mountains. During this time, you can deal with the people who come to me for medical treatment.
I'll leave everything to you. How about it?"
"That's great, madam!" Gretel's eyes lit up and he immediately agreed:
“Thank you for your generosity!”
There are new patients! New races, new diseases! If we can’t deal with it, there are still people who will tell the truth. This kind of good opportunity can never come to us!
Grete began his learning career. This little magic without a name was named Ophelia's Aurora Screen after Grete asked Ms. Silver Dragon for permission. The casting requirements are not high, and the intensity of the magic fluctuations is at most
Level 1.
But the learning process is difficult to describe. Ms. Silver Dragon taught her in every possible way, and even her mouth was drying up, but Gretel could only condense the clouds and mist, but could not make the clouds and mist fluctuate. Her stubbornness and ineffectiveness simply made Ophelia irritable.
:
"Do you understand? Do you understand? Since you understand, why can't you cast such a simple magic? - That guy Descartes also said that you are a genius, how can you be a genius!"
Gretel: "..." How could it be simpler? Look at how I look like Ultraman Tiga, and I can use high-energy particle cannons at will?
I can't even flick a coin to rub the electromagnetic gun!
In the end, there was no other way. Ms. Silver Dragon went into seclusion for seven days and nights, and she lost more than one dragon scale. Finally, she got rid of the instinctive state of casting spells and successfully drew the magic structure diagram. Gretel memorized the structure diagram according to the structure diagram, and when the spell was cast successfully,
The look in Ophelia's eyes when she looked at him had turned into a piece of rotten wood:
Should we send him away?
Should we send him down the mountain now?
While he was struggling, the wings flapped loudly at the door of the dragon's nest, and a loud voice shouted: