(Still Carvin, but I guess I'll be able to resume the update from tomorrow qaq)

"Excuse me, the brother in front of me will give way"

A muffled voice rang out in the crowd, and then Roger pushed through the crowd with his messy curls and squeezed to the stall step by step, squeaking and eating fried crispy beans in his mouth.

At this time, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon, but the citizens who participated in the open day of the Tallinn Military Academy did not decrease in the slightest.

Apprentices who practiced magic put up signs in the corridors of the academy selling magical knick-knacks---- mostly a by-product of apprentices' alchemy or rune construction, and trainee knights hoarsely shouted in bundles of beast furs, and almost every booth was crowded with visitors, a rare event in Tallinn.

Roger took a few copper plates out of his pocket, threw them into the small box in front of the stall, and then shouted at the magic apprentice dressed as a chef: "Boss, a maple red bean toast, fried on both sides of butter, add more red beans."

With the sound of the apprentice, the magic power triggered a phenomenon called 'fire' through the runes engraved on the crystal, and a cluster of pale blue flames rose up on the red crystal of the stove, and the enticing aroma made Roger's index finger move.

With the convenience of the flame trick, Roger quickly munched on the buttery toast sprinkled with maple syrup and red beans, even though there were many guests waiting.

The freshly baked toast was sweet and soft, a large chunk of belly, and the slight satiety made Roger regret the large bottle of ale that he had just poured in a hurry.

As for the take-out barbecue, it was thrown into the trash by Roger as early as when he entered the gate of the academy, and that was where it should be, and Roger had already seen Gough go and spit on it.

Roger walked and stopped with the crowd, always finding food in the numerous stalls as soon as possible, and by the time he reached the bottom of the Gray Tower, his arms were already stuffed with various colored oilpaper bags, stacked on top of each other to almost cover Roger's face.

From a distance, it looks like a pile of food moving slowly, which attracts the attention of passers-by. For the magic apprentices of the Military Academy, there are more or less strange things like Roger, after all, there are not many normal people who are obsessed with studying magic.

Roger struggled to raise his head in the snack pile, squinting at the tower that had stood since the founding of the Tallinn Military Academy. The building, named the Grey Tower, was born more than 400 years ago and retains the Elven Twin Towers, which are rare in Tallinn today.

The whole body of the tower is silver gray, under the slanting sun, with a faint metallic luster, which is mixed with white quartz crystals and mythril particles in lime, and the expensive magic materials seem to be just to decorate the wall here, bringing an overall visual beauty.

Such extravagant behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the students, and the result was that the wall coating on the two floors adjacent to the ground of the Gray Tower was almost wiped clean by successive apprentices, revealing a blue-gray marble structure.

The scraped materials were used by the apprentices in various experiments and enchantments, and this behavior gradually disappeared after the academy wrote the school rules that 'no stealing and scraping the outer walls of the ash tower' was strictly enforced, after all, it was not a good feeling to be hung on the top of the ash tower because of a little alchemy material.

The sun was setting in the west, the big bell at the top of the gray tower rang four times, and the highlight of the college's open day was the lecture on law popularization.

Roger unhurriedly held the snack and staggered up the spiral corridor, complaining about the magic energy elevator that was still not possible in theory.

At a certain moment, a familiar throbbing struck, Roger's heart was shocked, his consciousness was in a trance for a moment, he didn't check for a while, the soles of his feet staggered, and the things in his arms were spilled all over the ground, and Roger himself rolled down several flights of stairs.

"It's a shame I haven't eaten a few bites yet. Roger rubbed his waist and got up, glancing at the pile of food on the ground with a painful face, and was just about to turn away when he accidentally remembered something, "Wait, I remember, this situation looks like something is going to happen." ”

"The one over there, don't litter!"

A rough voice came from afar, and Roger turned his head stiffly, only to see an aunt with a red hoop rushing over with vigorous steps that did not match her age, and stood in front of Roger with her waist pinched.

Copper Bell's big eyes stared at Roger, "Quickly clean up this place, in addition, destroy the public environment, and fine 50 copper plates!"

The aunt tore off a ticket in a dashing manner in Roger's face, and immediately yelled to the other side with a light in her eyes, "The one over there"

Auntie's voice faded away, and Roger continued to be forced.

"Aunt Monsa is still so energetic. Roger came back to his senses and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"Fortunately, I came to school with Transfiguration at that time, and I usually live in a simple place, otherwise I would definitely be recognized, I thought I wouldn't see my class again, but I didn't expect that after so many years, Aunt Mengsha is still alive, it seems that she is not a simple human being, maybe she has the blood of a minotaur?"

Recalling Monsa's usual performance, Roger guessed.

"No matter, we can touch it later. ”

Roger kicked the ticket in his pocket, "The induction has become stronger since just now, and the range should not exceed the academy, so the 'eye' is the most likely to be on the side of Aunt Monsa and the successor of my dormitory." ”

Roger thought to himself as he skillfully took out the cleaning tools from the corner and cleaned up the messy ground with a bitter face, "Don't be picked up by any stupid x, I don't want to find my reset creation in those weird places again......"

Under the watchful eyes of passers-by and apprentices, it took Roger a while to clean up the mess, and by the time he stepped into the classroom on the top floor of the Grey Tower, the lecture was nearly halfway through.

Nearly a thousand people sat scattered in the huge classroom that had been solidified and folded, wild mages, wealthy merchants, mercenaries, and parents, presumably most of the people in Tallinn who were interested in magic gathered here, and these people here were all potential customers of the military academy.

Roger found a secluded seat by the window in the back row, bowed his head and groped around his body, and somewhere he found a drink, plugged in the straw and drank contentedly.

The male mage on the stage had just finished the section on the origins of magic, and a lady with a wide wizard's hat walked up to the stage, this lady wore round-rimmed glasses, and her long, pale blonde hair hung down to her waist, lingering with a rich bookish aura.

The slender fingers swiped lightly on the spar slab, and the word 'magic' was projected on it, and the lady said in a cold voice: "After Professor Joseph's explanation just now, I believe everyone has a certain understanding of magic.

What I want you to understand is that magic is not out of reach, it doesn't just bring killing, and that mages should be more like researchers than batteries to unleash their magical powers.

Next, I, the second-order magician Les, will explain to you the magic power of one of the three pillars of the magic field today."

"By the way, the other two pillars are spiritual and magical building. Lacey added in the same obsessive-compulsive voice.

The voice on the stage didn't seem to attract Roger's interest, he just stared straight ahead, and he didn't take a sip of his drink, but in fact, Roger was intently feeling the general direction of the 'eyes'.

The Gray Tower is located at a magic node in the academy, and through the enlargement of the Gray Tower, it can theoretically allow Roger's little spiritual power to spread throughout the campus, which is a rare opportunity to search for 'eyes', after all, it is a big project to search the campus piece by piece, and Roger, who is not a student, is not allowed to stay in the academy all the time.

On the other side of the stage, Les invites a few randomly selected audience members onto the stage, guiding them to press their hands on the prepared crystal ball and measure the amount of magic in their bodies through the crystals.

It was a simple test, and the sight of a transparent crystal ball blooming with colorful light under the magic stirring caused a burst of exclamations from visitors.

Slightly distracted to pay attention to the movement on the stage, after a while, Roger reined in his spirit, such an experiment did not arouse his interest in the slightest, and the apprentice-level mental strength was too weak, and the subtle perception needed to be extra careful.

Roger held his breath to block out the excess perception, immersed in the spiritual world, the echoing sound in his ears gradually faded, the heartbeat, breathing, these unnoticed sounds gradually became clear, obviously it is not easy to completely abandon perception, but this is enough for Roger.

Roger closed his eyes, as if his body was soaked in water, like an endless deep sea surface diving, in Roger's perspective, the spiritual power was like ripples, with him as the center, quietly spreading outward through the crowd, and when touching the condensed magic group somewhere in the gray tower, the spiritual ripples set off cascading waves, expanding towards the tower at a faster speed.

Just when the spiritual exploration was about to cross the outer wall of the Gray Tower, Roger let out a soft 'huh', in that spiritual world, everything was dark and distant, rendering oppressive black and white tones, only the outer wall was wrapped in colorful membranes, like a dense cocoon.

Whenever Roger's spiritual power is entangled, it will always be gently pushed away, and after several pulls, Roger's head begins to ache faintly, which is a manifestation of the imminent exhaustion of spiritual power, and Roger has no choice but to withdraw the released spiritual power. Between coming and going, the official mages on and off the stage didn't feel anything different.

Hiss.... Roger gasped and gently rubbed his brow to let the fainting sensation slowly dissipate.

This result was also expected by Roger, Mithril is an excellent conductor of magic power for eternity, and white crystal is a cheap material for building a magic circle, and the gray tower that exists as the mage tower of the academy's deans is covered with these two materials of course, not only for decoration, Roger just didn't think to avoid the prying eyes of using magic can also not be carried out.

"Forget it, it's still not a chance to be lazy, let's wait and check the records honestly. ”

Roger drank the rest of his drink, his spirit relaxed, and Lace's cold voice gradually became clearer.

"After the small test just now, I believe you can find that everyone has a small part of the magic in their body to a greater or lesser extent, no matter how thin it is, it is also a selfless gift from Ms. Sylya. Les concluded, pushing her glasses.

It is worth mentioning that mages rarely refer to the god in charge of magic and arcane as the goddess of magic, or the more lengthy list of god names, and most mages simply refer to Lady Sylva.

Of course, this has to do with the mage's insistence on searching for the truth without pretending to be anything else, but the deeper reason is the thousand-year-old dispute between magic and religion, which is a story for another time.

Lace's voice fell, and the audience resounded with a whisper of amazement, the theory that everyone has magic was something they had never come into contact with, never expected, and in their impression, magic was the privilege of those who had the talent to become a mage.

Lace walked to the front of the podium with the crystal plate in her hand, and her brown eyes looked at the people in the audience, "I believe that what you must want to ask at this time is what magic is, why is it the same magic, and some people can become mages and some people can't." ”

Lese listened to the response from the audience and continued, "To answer these two questions, allow me to tell a story. ”

Lady Lace manipulated the crystal plate to project a full-length image of a crane-haired, white-bearded old mage, wielding a staff in the hands of dead wood, arcane brilliance surrounding him.

The other hand pressed on the black-skinned magic book, dark lines slowly emerged in the void, and the background was the huge stars in the night sky, and the whole picture vividly expressed the image of the old mage before casting the spell.

"The first question, which has plagued scholars throughout the ages, is one of the ultimate thoughts of mages about magic, and we use it without understanding it. ”

Lace said in a deep voice, the evening light shining through the window on her face, leaving a faint twilight spot.

"The mages of that era were just continuing the method of restraining magic when magic was first created in the twilight period, gathering, compressing, and then releasing it. "Les condensed a fireball casually, this first-level spell is the entry spell of most mages, and its model construction is only simple 'condensation' and 'fire'.

"You may not be able to imagine that on the days when meditation is even dangerous, the magic will inadvertently exceed the threshold, and what awaits the mages will either be advanced or the magic power of the whole body will run wild, and they will turn into brilliant arcane comets in agony, it will be a gray age, and this situation will continue until AE1027,"

"It was called the year of the Arcane Dawn. Lace said seriously