The fourth time, Grace's concern

"So, my king, you?"

"Don't worry, I have recently thought of a way. The space I opened up is based on your body and your ability, that is to say, it is closely related to you, and my spiritual life also lives here. I won't go out again. Therefore, you have to keep accumulating your own source of magic. I told you this concept.

"Yes, it is located in the abdomen and hidden between the blood. When it is an element of communication with the outside world, it echoes the source in your body. The larger the source of magic, the more elements you can communicate."

"Yes, keep saving and practicing hard. The greater your magic, the more real this space is, and the more energy it can supply it and me to survive. Maybe I can live longer, but in case, I will start to leave everything here in case. If one day my spirit is clean, you can at least inherit everything from me.

"My king, how can I let you?"

"Say it, you work hard, hehe. The energy you supply is greater than my passage, and naturally I can gradually recover.

"I will try my best."

"Yes, don't worry, I still have at least ten years to exist. However, in the process, you can't get too seriously injured in the head. I will send you the connection between you and this space. Go ahead and be careful."

A light flashed, and Maglin woke up from his dream in a cold sweat.

Suddenly there is something in my mind. Looking through my memory, I can't help but never see it, but I am familiar with a formula or strategy in his memory.

The way to connect with the space hidden in your body opened up with your own spiritual power.

"If you don't teach you how to build it, it's because you don't have the ability to understand what real space is. It's useless to say it. Well, you work hard. I'll continue to be busy. After the voice of Eurofield sounded, it completely disappeared.

But Maglin explored his eyebrows according to the method of memory. He found that Orofil was in a palace, looking at him with his hands on his back and smiling on his back.

At that moment, Maglin felt like a god, and the king was as strange as the prison he had established.

He suddenly thought, is it the same in his world?

Is the world like a prison, and there is also a builder outside it, so coldly looking at everything in the world?

If there is, he is outside the blue sky.

But those pseudo-god gods who fought against Eurofield claimed to be gods. When they stole the world, where was the real master of the world?

These questions made Meglin a little trance, which was not said by Eurofield. Suddenly, lightning flashed in his mind, just like lightning in the sky.

Although it has dissipated, the traces still exist in the eyes or in the sky of those who look up at it.

The endogenous source of his own body and magic is the medium, through which he gives his body space nutrients, so that Eurofield can survive. The king who was powerful on the mainland is now hiding in the body of his descendants, which is almost described as lingering. The end of the loser is so miserable.

The king can still survive because of his magical power, and the elves who followed him to fight in all directions and the warriors of all races no longer know where to dissipate.

No one can even remember their names.

The world under the blue sky and the earth is really melancholy.

Maglin was silent until dawn, and then exercised as before, repeating again and again under the crooked crooked old Harlem, long-distance running, and taking a bath.

Eat.

Practice magic.

In fact, magic is not so profound. The person who creates magic is really great. Or that's the knowledge left by the real gods, which communicates the energy of the world in a special way and converts it into its own power.

If it is not a god, how can you find these secrets even if it is an elf? The basic elements of communication that can't be seen?

Recently, compared with magic apprentices, the advanced second-level magic theory has been used by Wells. The Pooh magician slowly explained to himself, as Wang said, the most basic particles in the world.

The root of

elements is also different combinations of particles, thus forming energy of different textures.

It turns out that the higher the world of magic knowledge, the wider it is. But this does not seem reasonable. It should have a broad foundation and little cutting-edge knowledge.

Isn't this the knowledge that magic apprentices should know on the first day of exposure to magic knowledge? If you don't even understand the origin and fundamental condition of the power that you have to breathe and share in your life, how can there be real development? No wonder the second-level magician practiced so hard, if it hadn't been for the help of Eurofield and the blood of his own elves.

It is impossible for me to suddenly have such a strong source of power and this knowledge.

McGrim has been seeing Wells since the first day he stepped into the imperial capital. From the first day of Winnie the Pooh magician, in fact, he learned to think when he saw the statue of Odin in Odin Square and remembered the past that Wang told him.

This is real thinking. It is a very empty direction of thinking, and the proposition is mysterious to him now, but once he finds the way, his future will definitely surpass that of mortals, although he has now left his peers behind.

The body is gradually getting stronger.

When there is no one, Maglin always quietly dances the elf bow in his house. One move, one dance, and the gradual understanding of the knowledge of elf magic made him grow rapidly.

From the body to the mind, it is growing. The speed is so fast that when Grace reads the more and more mature Maglin, his face and heart is getting more and more red, and the novels circulating in the aristocratic circle are also read by Cris.

But does it mean that the people who always meet every day will gradually become plain? Is it that Maglin is changing and growing with each passing day, or is he trapped and unable to extricate himself?

Maglin has a heavy racial mission in his heart. In fact, he is not happy. Only when he is with Grace, he can smile happily and unsuspectingly from the bottom of his heart.

Although in Wells. Under the ** of Pooh's magician, he behaved more and more like an upper-class rogue aristocrat, but there was always invisible pressure in his heart.

Harlem also seemed to feel the change in Maglin. He didn't understand what was wrong with this boy, but he was still polite to Grace, respectful to his wife, and friendly to his servants.

He didn't pursue much. In his opinion, it's time for young people to mature.

His requirements for Meglin are becoming more and more strict.

It can be said that at the behest of the Duke, he has become the first teacher in Maglin's martial arts, or the person who built the foundation stone. Or it's because of the descendants of the elves. Maglin's muscle lines are not as thick as the Duke, but the lines are more beautiful, and his explosive power is amazing.

It is the endurance of the arms, which also surprised Harlem. You know, in less than a month, this little guy can now put on the 30 catties of armor of the heavy armored warrior on the front line and waved for a quarter of an hour with a five catty sword.

Although he is tired and lying down every time, now he has been insisting for longer and longer. What surprises Harlem is that no matter how tired Maiglin is, he insists on not deforming his movements. The most basic battle knife skills in those armies are already in his hands, and Harlem is surprised by his mentality.

Harlem, a soldier, knows the importance of foundation. Maglin can grasp this point keenly without reminding himself, and insist on the basic movements that will not be deformed in any case. Why can this kind of understanding be called? Talent?

And Harlem didn't teach him much about his tricks in martial arts. Maglin just repeated mechanically every day under his arrangement.

What shocked the knights of Harlem and the mansion was Meglin's archery. This guy seemed to be a natural archer, and Harlem gave him a hunting bow for hunting.

The accidental test of the seven arrows is inevitable. After the boy got it, he quickly showed his talent, branches, bottles, arrow targets, armor, and hit wherever he went.

All targets within the range can be done.

The bow is not a military crossbow. It does not look at the mountain. It is stable with one hand. The upper arrow pulls the string to aim and shoot. There are some mistakes in almost every movement, so the arrow shot completely loses its direction. Without a certain foundation of hard practice, it is difficult for ordinary people to shoot targets beyond dozens of steps, not to mention what they see and shoot in 200 steps.

Whether it is fixed or mobile.

And the shooting speed is extremely fast and the movement is beautiful. It is almost a pleasure to watch Maiglin's archery. Everyone can feel a powerful pleasure of hitting the bullseye from the oscillation of the bowstring and the dull sound of the arrowhead hitting the target at about the same time.

"Or, this boy really has the talent of magic martial arts." Harlem muttered.

Magic martial arts is not a myth of the mainland. Many magicians are also qualified soldiers, such as Graiman, who took off the bishop's coat of red. With a bald head and armor, he held a sharp blade. When he shouted at the barbarians under the banner of Duke Robert's war, who can believe that this guy can still carry out magic attacks?

There are not many people like this, but there are also many.

But it is difficult to be excellent in both.

Therefore, the magic martial arts in the eyes of soldiers and the magic martial arts in the eyes of civilians are completely two concepts. The real magic martial arts should be the generals in the martial arts array, and the magic world will change color.

Harlem is obviously measured by the standards of soldiers.

The day's exercise is over again.

After returning from the old palace magician, Maglin will always exercise himself for a period of time, not only because he is under pressure, but also because he falls in love with these.

He felt that a magician with a strong body must be much stronger than a thin magician. His body is not strong, and no matter how strong his spiritual power is, it is illusory. For example, the current elf king, his ability to call for wind and rain after losing his body has also disappeared.

How can you be the king in prison?

Richard said that he once met a horrible dark magician who broke the other party's mouth before the other party cursed. Thinking of this, he felt ridiculous at that time, and now he felt that it must be true. Maglin thought of pulling out his sword or letting go of the bow string, and a magician who was preparing to perform powerful magic drank it. Hate.

The knights around him cheered loudly for their names, and then rushed the Rose's enemy army into a mess. That scene will definitely make every man's blood boil!

So, he was very tired and bitter. Everyone saw his hard work, seeing him getting stronger, seeing his eyes sinking deeply, seeing the fatigue under his smile, and seeing his inner strength.

In the hearts of those romantic little maids, the handsome Maglin worked so hard in order to be worthy of the young lady.

In the hearts of those knights, such a guy is worthy of a lady.

And in Old Harlem's heart, the ghost knows what he thinks. Anyway, he is trying to fulfill Maigreens. What Maglin wants, he gives it. Maglin can't stand his sarcasm. Maglin really can't stand it. He will be busy taking care of him.

Harlem's housekeeper has almost become Maglin's babysitter, and the Duchess has no objection to this.

The imperial capital has also fallen into peace during this period. It seems that in the largest city with roses, so many people and nobles are waiting for the appointed day to come. Everyone held their breath. The closer the day is, the quieter it is.

The quiet is a little creepy.

There are no personnel or other changes in the court. There is no wind direction to smell. The nobles are still drunk and dreaming, and the imperial capital is still calm.

And the Duke's Manor is also quiet.

Or there will be a small-scale war report from the front line, and the emperor's program will be rewarded.

Everyone enjoys tranquility, but someone will always think that something is wrong. One protagonist, Maglin, is sharpening himself. What about the other one?

That Sorcester villain actually swallowed his anger until now? After Prince Ribery sent the bet thousands of miles away, there was no follow-up. The evil young man who regarded everything in the imperial capital as his own territory really put up with it?

Cris? Maglin, Ribery?

Oh, even the old playboy, who took the talent of the picked up disciple to show off and challenge the new Welse of the Holy See in a humiliating way. The Pooh Magician, the Magician, has no sound?

It's gone, there's no sound at all, Wells. Pooh's magician is stepping up his teaching of Maglin's magic. If Maglin can accept it, he will also teach him who leaps the level.

Useful and useful full-brain stuffed to Maglin.

Then he said, go and understand, boy. I have bet all my family's on you. If you lose, you will support me for the rest of your life.

Maglin has a headache every time he thinks of these words. There is no real pressure, but it is always ironic. Meglin, who had just finished another day of exercise, thought that his "teacher" was talking nonsense again in the afternoon. He shook his head and wanted to throw the villain out of his mind.

There were footsteps around him. Maglin raised his head, and old Harlem was standing in front of him: "Meglin. Your progress is very fast. Are you confident in the test the day after tomorrow?

"Of course." Maglin shrugged his shoulders and said, "At that time, I will wear armor and carry a sword to compete with them. Unless they can summon thunder and lightning, I will break their mouths before they spell."

Old Harlem laughed loudly and leaned forward and backwards: "Yes, anyway, there is no limit on what you wear to the test. One to three, my God."

"A pair of three first-class magicians. If it's for three second-level magicians, I will definitely run.

"That's not necessarily the same. No one of your peers is blessed with you. Don't underestimate Wells. The Pooh magician, he is not simple. You won't be wrong if he can take a fancy to you. Old Harlem is very familiar with the evaluation.

Maglin doesn't say a word. Maybe you really have no rival among your peers, right? However, there are hidden dragons and tigers in the world. With the influence of the Holy See for so many years, how can there be no real talents?

"Be sure to win. Take a break tomorrow and adjust your state. When the sun sets the day after tomorrow, it will be the beginning of another legend on the mainland." Old Harlem patted Maglin's already strong shoulder confidently, said a word, and then turned around and left.

He greeted the knights around him with a smile, and Maglin also walked towards the stone house with his equipment.

Recently, Keres has become strange again for some reason. Unless Meglin comes to her, she will not take the initiative to come to Meglin. Maybe it is the meaning behind the smiles of the knights and maids, which makes her shy.

Of course, let's go to Wells every afternoon. Except for the Pooh Magician, but Maglin also found that only when she got into the car or there was no outsider would she be able to return to what she used to be. Otherwise, she would become more and more like a lady.

Feminine?

McGlin shook his head. Come on, the look of his teeth and claws in private is a headache. How can he look like a lady?

Soldiers should take good care of their equipment.

This is what Harlem taught Maiglin.

The first thing I did when I came back to the house was that Meglin did not eat and take a shower, but washed the armor and the sword with water, and then used butter to prevent rust, a buttonhole, a piece of armor leaf, a hand guard, a gap. Maglin wiped it very carefully, and finally put the armor on the wooden shelf on one side.

After fasting up the helmet, Maglin stepped back a few steps, tilted his head and looked at the shining armor under the open fire, and shook the sword in his hand: "Kill!"

"Are you a magician or a soldier?" The voice of ke rui si sounded from outside the house.

Maglin looked back in surprise, and Grace was looking at him with a mischievous smile behind his back.

"Come in, hehe, I didn't notice you."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"I don't think magic martial arts is okay?"

"Thick skin!" Kreis liked his speech very much. He made fun of him but smiled sincerely. At the same time, he also took out the package behind him and put it on the table.

Lone lamp, sit opposite.

Maglin pushed the meal aside and watched as Grace untied the package, a jumpsuit appeared in front of him.

"What is this?"

"A country boy, don't you even know this?"

The country boy Maglin stretched out his hand angrily and grabbed Grace's ear: "What do you think I am?"

"It hurts, it hurts."