Chapter 9 The mean Ryan

At this time, the bell of Clyde School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had already rang.

The bronze bell hanging on the top of the white tower full of magic symbols was struck by Clement, the famous bell ringer on Bleddi Island. The melodious bell has been ringing at 9:00 a.m. every day for 300 years.

Then the residents of Bradi Island put down everything in their hands. They neatly looked in the direction of the White Tower, drew a cross in their hands on their chest, and began to pray to Odin, the god of the gods. The prayers of hundreds of hundreds of thousands of residents echoed above the Islands, and at this moment, the White Tower shined dazzlingly. The four directions.

The students of the magic college in various colors of robes stand in all parts of the college, and the pure and sincere pious atmosphere in the solemn college is stirring. In it, as before, he looked up at the white tower with great light. It was not until the sound of prayer that the white tower gradually calmed down. Under the leadership of his mentors, Maglin, who had been to the interior of the White Tower, remembered that in the magic array based on the bottom hall of the White Tower, there was a staff that was said to be used by St. John.

The tutors said that the magic left by St. John was spread and enlarged by the magic array in the hall and a larger magic array hidden under the base of the White Tower, so St. John let the White Tower shine on the whole island with the power of one person.

There are rumors in the world that the white tower extinguishes the roses and wither.

That is to say, when the light of the White Tower is extinguished, then the Rose Empire will perish. The underlying meaning is naturally to tell people that St. John blessed this great empire. John is the only human being who transcends all the divine beings and is the closest to the power of the gods, so he has a unique saint. John's name.

In the hall, there was also a statue of St. John. Maglin suddenly remembered that St. John's ears were slightly sharp.

Thinking of Europa, the real role of the Holy See and the true face of the gods, Maglin suddenly remembered that countless magicians could not solve the mystery of the magic array under the White Tower. This magic array is composed of several conflicting magic arrays. It is said that there were also magicians who wanted to imitate one. A similar miracle.

Even if they can't understand the principle, they have to test it, but no one can successfully construct it, let alone copy the white tower. These losers were targeted at the pillar of shame, and John's sanctity could not be surpassed and desecrated. From then on, no one would delusion.

Goldbach's eternal magic array has become a taboo in the magic world of the Rose Empire. The Holy See banned such research, and people consciously did not look for shame, so John's magic power became more and more admirable.

The prayer gradually subsided.

Students can walk around at will. Maglin walks alone in the college, because the first lesson will not start until half an hour.

"Can you go there?" Eurofield wants to see the White Tower.

Meglin walked that way. As a college student, anyone has the right to visit the relics of St. John anytime and anywhere. The hall under the White Tower displays St. John's relics, and the magic array is also among them.

Maglin came to the hall, where many students stood, looking at all kinds of sages in the display. He walked to the edge of the magic circle.

Half a day later, Eurofield sighed.

"Everything is on that Titan Dragon Eye Wand." Eurofield told Maglin.

"The so-called longan is an eye that can see through the underworld in ancient times. Because of the ability of the dragon, the preserved longan is the best energy transfer tool in the world. The scepter is empty, and the craftsmanship is exquisite. Under the guidance of the elves, the extinct dwarfs have carved a miniature magic array with encouragement, blessing, and healing effects on the inside-wall of the keel.

"With the guidance of the elves?"

"Yes, the Titan Dragon Eye Wand is the ancestor of elves. A long time ago, in the ancient times when elves were still women kings, it was held in the hands of the elf queen, matched with a leaf crown made of amber. John stole it. The gods transformed it and added a transmission array to it, so the queen's scepter of the elves became a tool for the gods to steal people's faith.

Maglin feels that it has been meaningless for fifteen years. What I hear, what I say, what I pray, what I believe, it is empty.

He stood there in despair. Eurofield told him that the reason why no one could crack the magic array was that the magic array had no magic. All the characters actually had slight changes, so there was no magic conflict when they were drawn, which was as meaningless as children's graffiti. .

"Well, just a small longan, what if someone pulls it out?"

"Silly boy, listen to me. First of all, the Titan scepter is fixed, and the general force can't pull him out. The big magic array under the base is to protect it. In addition, there is another longan hidden in the top of the white tower. In addition, do you know how to gather the faith of the whole island people to provide the eternal light of the White Tower?

Of course, Maglin doesn't know.

Orofield smiled gently: "It's better to learn from elves. On the whole island of Bleddi, a huge magic array that gathers energy is depicted below the city of Bleddi. The white tower is in his center, and the dragon's eye is the core of the array, because any magic array needs a medium to convert the energy it requires. And most of the residents are on it.

"My king, what is the required energy method?"

"This involves the most basic magic foundation. The magic you learn such as earth, fire, water, etc. is not the real foundation, but the second level. The real foundation is the movement and understanding of the most basic energy particles in the world. Only by understanding them can you truly master magic. Water and fire seem to be completely different. In fact, they are just the same kind of energy particles. After combining motion in a motionless way, they show different forms, which brings different functions to meet the needs of the builders.

Maiglin was really dumbfounded. Is magic like this?

"Child, the magic array is the same. It's all the same, but the demand satisfied by the magic array is greater, but remember that this is a deliberate misunderstanding. Why could I ever summon the power of the stars? Why can the gods be overwhelming, and how can the power of the individual defeat the huge defensive array on Mount Olympiacos? That's because the creatures themselves have the ability to communicate everything in the outside world. It only depends on how you use them and how you communicate with nature. Most of the magic arrays are painted with snakes and feet, and the weak use these things.

Maglin said nothing directly. He knew that Eurofield would not lie to him, who would lie to his descendants, especially in this situation, but he was still shocked by a series of events and news, which he could not easily digest.

"Tell people how to set fire, but don't tell people what fire is and why there is fire. It's rough. In fact, it is interpreted with ulterior motives as the element of fire in the world, and the element is just the god of fire. It's nonsense. A bunch of liars. Well, someone called you. I'll talk to you in the evening. I'll take a rest first.

"Well, what is our great magician looking at?"

Maglin turned around and saw that it was Yves looking at himself with a sneer. He smiled a little: "Please call me Mr. Maglin, a commoner. If you can't learn real manners, then you can never become a noble. Poor Evely, I really don't want to make fun of your surname, but your ancestors are so talented. Also, in another three years, you and I will become adults. An adult beating a nobleman will trigger the law of my Rose Empire. Mr. Evely, please remember that I will not forget the shame you inflied on me as a teenager. I swear in the name of St. John's Great Magician. Amen."

Yves stood there with stunned eyes, and the colleagues around him looked at Maglin in surprise. In the distance, something suddenly flashed in little Gaff's eyes. He felt that his father was right. In fact, in retrospect, it was Meglin, not the followers around him.

Maglin smiled faintly and bowed slightly to the front of the hall. The statue of St. John behind the magic array.

No one can know what the pious teenager is saying in his heart at this moment.

He said, "One day, I will make the traitor fall from the altar, let my king wash the shame of 3,000 years, and let the lost lambs no longer be enslaved by the liars and be grateful. I want to make the world really full of light."

Then he turned around and left.

The crystal constellations are flashing on the carved dome. The white marble floor can be seen, and the mist created by miniature water magic rolls against the corner of the hall, making people walk in the clouds. The bronze statue of St. John sat on the front of the hall, and his indifferent eyes silently looked at Maglin's black back going further and further.

On the white tower, Clement, the old bell ringer, rang the clock at the hour.

Under the ten o'clock sun, Maglin walked into the primary magic area on the left side of the White Tower with a blank face. After the arch, a small double-layer building by the artificial river appeared in front of him. Many students are passing through the square in front of the small building and heading towards their own classrooms.

Clyde College, which can accommodate 30,000 people, is the best and most famous magic college in the mainland. Every year, in addition to the 2,000 shares of taking care of local people, there are more students from various cities in the epic continent who yearn for the magical world.

The world of magic is mysterious and fascinating.

But the door of magic is not open to everyone. As Euro said, the world is full of magic elements and has never weakened at all for thousands of years. Most of the people born in Sichang can resonate with the elements, but this does not mean that they can become magicians. And having the ability to communicate with elements does not mean that you can learn to use the magic of complexity and practicality.

The level of the magician is divided into five levels.

But even the entry test of the first-level magician will eliminate most of the people. Because the understanding of magic, inspiration, and the total amount of elements you can manipulate when you get started are related to your future development.

If, like Margaret, can only send a small poor fireball when she is excited, it is impossible for such a person to get the opportunity to continue learning. The magicians of the epic continent are very precious. Some magicians who can stay in the college to educate students at ease have to do so, and some are obsessed with research and just take time. Students.

But in any case, the strength of teachers is also limited, and it is impossible to waste vulgar people without development.

But for example, about 5,000 people graduate from Clyde School of Witchcraft and Wizardry every year, but only 1,000 of these 5,000 people can really pass the first-level magic examination. The other four thousand people can only eat with the brand of Clyde College in the coming days. This is still the result of the university with the highest graduation rate.

The eight magic colleges in the Rose Continent can only graduate about 600 first-class magicians a year.

But the first-level magician can only rough through some low-level magic skills, simple refining methods, and draw some simple basic magic arrays like chicken ribs.

When it comes to the threshold of the second level, there are much more advanced magic principles than the first level of magic, those more complex manipulation methods, as well as the primary meaning of arrays, the refining of practical magic weapons, etc. Each of them will take a lot of energy to learn, and it is necessary to master all these courses. In the heart, it is difficult to pass the strict assessment of the Magic Union under the jurisdiction of the Holy See and the Empire.

Among a thousand first-level magicians, up to 100 can be promoted, and in the second level, because the magicians have different choices when they study, some are the main attack refiner, some are the main attack pharmacology, some are the main attack magic array, or the magic of each department.

At the top three levels, there are only one thousand second-level magicians, and at most one hundred pass.

As for the fourth-level magician, he is close to the level of the bishops of the Holy See or the chief executives of the provinces of the empire in the secular world.

Level 5, a top magician, has been like a pope and an imperial emperor in the magical world. For three hundred years, only the popes have reached such a level. Magic and the Holy See cannot be styled.

As for St. John's help to create an empire, so that the light of the White Tower will not go out for 300 years, the construction of the magic level system of future generations, etc., such existence has now become a legend. It is said that John can even launch it because it is too destructive and was banned by him. Now there is no one who can master it. Star forbidden spell magic, that kind of forbidden spell can destroy mountains and rivers to crack the earth by borrowing the power of distant constellations when it is launched.

In addition, in order to protect the interests of vested interests, under the canons of the Holy See and the laws of the empire.

In order to take care of St. John's face, except for the residents of eddy Island, civilians in the Epic Continent are not qualified to learn real magic theory. In addition to the internal communication between magicians, no magician can spread magic knowledge at will without the permission of the empire and the Holy See.

So.

On this continent, the team of magicians is not as large as expected.

The fewer, the more precious it is.

If you get the name of a first-class magician, you can have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime, and if you get a second-class magician, even if you don't join the Holy See, you will be glorious and rich.

Because of the care of the law.

The residents of the Islands of Bleddi are now fewer and fewer civilians. For hundreds of years, more than 60 civilians have separated from the identity of civilians because they have been called magicians. The lowest of them is a viscount, and even a third-level magician named Birmingham has appeared.

Of course, the rulers are not fools. There is the only place where the empire cannot move freely. Want to get a chance to change your fate by moving? If there is no limit, the unruly people will squeeze down the island of Bleddi!

Therefore, the unattainable Bleddy Island has become a real holy place in the hearts of the imperial civilians. This mentality has nothing to do with faith, but they envy and even envy. Before every civilian of the empire dies, they will pray that they can be born here in the next life to have the opportunity to change their fate and no longer worry.

"You should cherish it, Eveli. I hope you can change the fate of yourself and your family in today's exam." Ryan, a very mean tutor to Maglin, a senior first-class magician majoring in fire magic, told the students before the exam.

He has been a first-class magician for 20 years. He has missed the age of being recruited by nobles and has no possibility of promotion at all. The thin men who are already full of pessimism about life and the future have always been jealous of any aristocratic children and often prefer to fall down. This dark psychology and Maglin's dullness and clumsiness in the past have led Maglin to become the best object for him to vent.

Who is called Maglin, who has a noble title, but is the most useless father on the island?

"Oh, isn't this Meglin in a magic apprentice's robe? St. John bless you to pass the exam. This is your last chance. You should know when your noble father will change his title for bad wine. Maglin, you must put your fate in your own hands. I'm optimistic about you."

The mean Ryan looked at Maglin very sincerely and said seriously.

Maglin looked up and saw the sarcasm in his eyes, still as expressionless as in the past. Ryan's thin lips set off a vicious arc. He looked at little Gev: "Although Gev's apprentice has a brave father, his magic talent is really amazing. If it hadn't been for the storm when he returned to take the entrance exam last year, Gev might have been a glorious one this afternoon. A magician. He is also of noble origin. Why is the children of the Richard family as regrettable as his father?

Every time, when he is mean, Gev will laugh. The lead of Gaff, who is extremely influential among the apprentices, will make all-grade students laugh, and this is also the fun of everyone in the past. But this time, Ryan suddenly looked a little ugly, because Gaff didn't say anything, and he didn't even look at him.