Chapter 52 Want to know how to meditate? Let me tell you!
Grete failed to take advantage of the opportunity, so he could only endure it and copied the book honestly for two days. On the third day, he went to the Magic Tower again. Before the horse stopped in front of the Magic Tower, he heard a familiar sound——
"boom!"
It's still the fourth floor of the Magic Tower, it's still the same window, it's still the same figure in the robe, dancing and flying out along a parabolic trajectory.
Gretel: "..."
This time, his riding speed was much slower. When he arrived at the landing point, Elliot was swaying again, floating downwards in disgrace. As he landed, he cursed:
"You bastard, if you can't say anything, just blow up someone... You're not afraid of blowing yourself up... Hey, why are you here?"
"Mr. Elliot..." Gretel looked at him helplessly: "Let me see if you need help..."
Elliot wanted to tell him to get out. But the last time he flew out of the mage tower, he only came back with Gretel's help. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how long he would have to jump on one foot. At this time, he couldn't say anything harsh, he could only mumble.
Grumbling, he got up and walked back.
He didn't cause trouble, but those who did did not let him go. There was a clang on the fourth floor of the mage tower, and a window opened, and a young man with bright blond hair stuck his head out and yelled in a strange accent:
"Come if you can!"
Eliot glanced upwards, said nothing, and continued walking with his head lowered. Gretel accompanied him around a quarter of the circle, and seeing that the boy's blond hair had disappeared from sight, he asked in a low voice:
"Can't beat it?"
"Who said we can't beat him!" Eret's voice suddenly rose: "That brat and I are on the same level! How could we not beat him!"
Gretel said nothing. Elliot took a few more steps, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed:
"It's just a little bit worse!...Hmph, he comes from a famous family, he has the best meditation method since he was a child, and his mental power is stronger than mine. It's just a little bit worse, I can cast four magic spells in a row like him!"
"Meditation method?" Grete's heart beat heavily and he immediately took the opportunity to ask: "What kind of meditation method is better?"
"Boy, are you trying to take advantage again?" Elliot raised an eyebrow at him. Before Grete could lower his head to make a confession, he sighed:
"Since you still know how to come and pick me up, I'll tell you... Anyway, it's not a secret. With your mental strength, it's only a matter of time before you become a mage. It's not difficult to know these things."
Gretel immediately pricked up his ears. Master Elliot said slowly:
"Boy, listen up. The meditation method is divided into three parts: 'core', 'shell', and 'thread'. The core is to create a spiritual core, the more like yourself, the better, so that you can get support from the body;
Shell is to shape an outer shell. The better the shape, the more it can attract and filter the power that is useful to you, while resisting the impact from the outside;
The thread is to teach you how to explore the spiritual power, perceive the world, and influence the world. Good meditation rules have unique skills in these three aspects. For ordinary mage, you should either use the "Basic Meditation" or learn from the teacher.
, redeemed it to the Magic Council."
It sounded like something about basic theory. Gretel was fully focused on it, and when he wanted to listen again, Master Elliot paused and stopped talking.
Is it gone? Or is the charging part next? Grete quickly asked: "Mr. Elliot, the spiritual core must be like yourself. Does this mean that every detail must be as the same as possible?"
"Yeah..." Elliot sighed. "But who can do it? It's not easy to shape the facial features, limbs, how many bones there are, and where the internal organs are. No matter how detailed the part is, I can't
I don’t know… By the way, why are you asking?”
Under the morning light, in front of the mage tower, Grete stood upright, holding the reins of his horse, raising a confident smile.
"I think I may know...the details of the structure of the spiritual core, what it should look like."
"you?!"
Elliot's brows jumped. He grabbed Gretel and hurried out, dragging him until he was next to the stable before letting go and standing still:
"What do you know? You can't even meditate!"
"I meditated last night." Gretel insisted. He broke away from Elliot's pull and jumped sideways to avoid a pile of horse manure at his feet:
"Yesterday afternoon, you released a "Language Mastery" for me. I used this time to memorize "Basic Meditation" on the bookshelf, and tried it after I got home.
——First I built the spiritual core according to the human body framework in the book, and then corrected the details according to my own knowledge. After the correction, I feel that my mental power has become much more solid."
Elliot frowned. He stared at Gretel, leaning forward subconsciously, clenching his fists loudly. The look he was looking at was as if knives would fly out of his eyes, and he would cut Gretel open.
Look at his spiritual core.
Gretel stood firm and let him watch. One minute, two minutes... Elliot was suddenly shocked, his eyes were like waking up from a dream. He took a step back, stared at Gretel with new eyes, and took a long breath.
:
"Yes, yes, you are a healer...you already know what the human body looks like...you know..."
Elliot groaned and murmured, with all kinds of thoughts rolling around in his mind. Order him, force him, trick him - anyway, this little guy Gretel has just started to learn magic, he doesn't understand anything, and he doesn't even have ten in his pocket.
I can’t even get out the gold coins——
Give him some benefits, or help him use the copying technique a few times as he asks, and he will definitely be willing to tell... If you are afraid of being exposed, tell the teacher about the meditation method, everyone will get the benefits, and we will definitely be able to keep the secret together...
…
No knowledge comes without a price. Meditation, which is related to the foundation of a mage's power, is even more valuable than many spells.
In the mage tower, all spells from level one to level three are disclosed to the mages in the tower; however, except for the introductory book "Basic Meditation", there is not even a single word about the meditation method.
That's a price he can't afford.
He stared at Grete blankly, with the inner world at war. It would be easy to use some means to obtain the meditation method, but, but...
However, not to mention that the other party was a healer, someone who had stepped into the door of a spell caster like him, so he could not take advantage of it in such a clever way. The morality and perseverance in Elliot's heart did not allow him to do such a thing himself.
Elliot hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and turned away. Observing the human body as a healer, and then correcting the spiritual core according to the observed details. This idea alone, an idea that unilaterally claims to be effective, is
It was worth spending all his money in exchange for it.
No matter how many things there are, even if Gretel is willing to tell him, he can't exchange them for equivalent things.
The young mage walked very quickly, his black robe tumbling, almost creating a big wave. Gretel smiled slightly from behind, watching the black robed mage who had been taking care of him seem to be running away, and waited for him to walk out for three seconds.
After five steps, he raised his voice and shouted: "Hey!"
"No time!" the person in front said rudely without looking back, as if he was afraid of regretting it. Gretel smiled even more happily:
"Don't try it yourself, I'm telling you!"
With a plop, Elliot's feet were mixed with garlic, and it was flatly slapped on the ground.