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On this day, Darko sat in the classroom as usual, the instructor of this class was a teaching instructor from the St. Tylon's School of Magic, but as a student, he had not yet graduated, and he was obviously talented. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Among the five colleges under the jurisdiction of the Magic Guild, most of them are divided according to the geographical scope, and most of the believers from several nearby churches gather in the same college. For example, San Diego is located closest to the three churches of Light, Darkness, and Storm, so the students from the church have the most students from these three faiths, while the other churches have very few. The Magic Guild probably considered that it could not let the students' thinking be limited by faith, so it sent teaching instructors of different faiths to communicate with each other every year, and several teaching instructors of the Dark Church were exchanged to teach in other academies, so Phyllis got the position of the person in charge.

Before the lesson, the tutor from St. Tyllon first wrote his name on the magic board and introduced himself. Darko learns that this water magister called Bandaka is a member of the Ocean Church, but not a believer. Because he believed in the ocean, not in Kate Moses, the god of the sea. Darko was amazed, how could the Church of the Sea allow such a false believer to exist? Could it be that he has an extremely powerful family behind him? Darko, who was puzzled, noticed the full name of this teacher, Bandaka Anjou. A surname that he had never heard of, made Dakko even more puzzled.

"Is there faith first, or is there a god first? It's kind of like the order in which chickens lay eggs and eggs lay chickens. Before the appearance of the gods, we did not know what the so-called faith was. In fact, without the godhead gathered by the power of faith, the gods would not be able to complete the path of godhood. ”

As soon as this tutor came up, he went straight to the topic, and the students below were at a loss to listen, and they didn't understand for a while what he said had to do with the course content of "Analysis of the Law of Plane Derivation", but the students all listened quietly, and it was a continuation of this tutor's self-introduction.

Putting aside the question of whether there was faith or gods first, we might as well think about the problem from a different angle, is there a godhead or a god first? The answer is self-evident, before a god is a god, the first thing he needs to find is a godhead that can provide him with faith support. So how did the Godhead come about? To use an inappropriate analogy, let's take the God of life as an example, and there should be believers in the church of life in this room?...... Well, we know that all people are nostalgic for life and afraid of death, and there are some people who have a very devout belief in life and think that life is the greatest thing. As soon as there are more such people, this belief will become larger and larger, and then the most suitable place to carry this huge belief in the law will spontaneously produce a node that gathers this belief, and this node is the so-called Godhead, which is attached to the law, and in turn can make the plane law more stable. When a god-level powerhouse's own comprehended domain power is consistent with the godhead, he can incorporate this node into his own comprehension of the law system, that is, obtain the source of faith, which is the most important step in becoming a god. Therefore, we can say that among the laws carried by the plane, there must be faith first, then there is Godhead, and finally there are gods! Those who have always admired and revered life, light, the sea, and the sky are the earliest sources of faith. They don't believe in a specific god, but the laws that underpin everything in the world. As for the gods, they are nothing more than parasites attached to them and stealing the power of faith......"

Hearing this, Darko couldn't help but think that things like life, light, the sea, and the sky would naturally be admired by people, and then the power of faith would be generated and gathered into a godhead. But what about the other gods, fire, storm, darkness, thunder, forest, earth, ice and snow, etc., due to the presence of elemental magicians, they will believe in the corresponding elements, and it makes sense. So how did things like Shura, space, death, lies, prophecies, and wars come into being? If a small number of people with dark minds believe in these negative things, then the power of faith in these things should be very small, and the godhead will be even weaker, but this is not the case.

"The gods may be powerful, but their strength also comes from the superposition of the power of thousands of mortals, and the gods are nothing special. You know, gods are not omnipotent, and mortals are omnipotent. ”

Ending with such a classic sentence structure, the teaching instructor seemed to be in good spirits, and began to explain to the students the precautions in the process of sealing the gods. According to him, there must be many people who will embark on the road of becoming gods in the future, and Darko was speechless for a while.

But Bright agreed with the first half of his sentence, and communicated with Darko in the spirit, "There is no essential difference between mortals and gods, in fact, mortals can also approach the godhead." ”

When Darko heard Bright say this, he also became curious, "How can mortals get close to Godhead? That's the level of the law, at least a saint-level powerhouse can touch it." ”

"The law of control doesn't have to be at the holy level. Bright thought for a moment and said, "The power of a real name can also be achieved." ”

"True name!" Darko was even more speechless, the real name is given by the law, and the position of the real name in the law determines the ability it has, and it will also be affected by some nearby godheads.

Whether it is a god or an awakening of his true name, it is a legendary thing for Darko, so he didn't think much about it, but planned what to give to his master after class. He has a wanted to supply his master today as compensation for not being able to celebrate his master's birthday in person.

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Phyllis finished the day, returned to her dorm room, gently kicked off her shoes, and crept into the lab. The lab looked much larger, with books, magic items, and alchemy instruments neatly arranged on the shelves, and reagent bottles on the test bench neatly arranged in rows with different labels attached to them.

A skeleton was facing away from the door, busy in front of the test bench, unaware of Phyllis's arrival. Phyllis covered her mouth and snickered, and walked carefully behind Dako on tiptoe, suddenly lunging forward, covering his eyes with both hands, "Guess who I am!

"Hmm......" Darko panicked slightly, then bent down so that Phyllis could hang comfortably on top of him, "Hmm...... Who is it?" Darko pondered, "Flame Scorpion Snake, Jumping Bee, Myriapod Worm, Fog?"

The few monsters that Darko mentioned had been captured alive by Phyllis from the Burning Swamp and were being locked up in a magical cage next door.

Phyllis let out a silver bell-like laugh while hanging on Darko's body, "Haha! Darko is stupid, Awu's bastard is a spirit body, how can you blindfold you?"

"Hmm...... It's the master. Darko crouched down and placed Phyllis on the ground. Every day since Phyllis returned from the burning swamp, Darko has come to Phyllis's lab, usually just quietly watching her master do experiments and work, and being a listener by the way. If Phyllis wasn't there, Dakko would tidy up the mess and clean up the lab. Since there are a lot of confidential things involved in the laboratory, Phyllis is not easy to ask others to help clean up, and having a workforce like Darko solves her problem.

"Darko, what are you messing with?" Phyllis let go of Darko's eyes and walked around to the test bench, and then her eyes suddenly lit up, and she rushed forward, picking up a piece of parchment on the table and looking at it carefully.

The parchment was copied with inscriptions of various shapes, copied in pink ink, which were not written in a uniform order, but were arranged in a haphazard manner. But the messy inscriptions as a whole are pieced together into a beautiful picture, with blooming petals, fine stamens, and even butterflies flying on them.

These inscriptions seem to contain some kind of magic, but they are not neatly arranged so that the spells cannot be released smoothly, just like the magic scrolls of defective products, there are constantly points of light that self-check between the magic circuits, and then return in a different path after the self-test fails. But the multitude of points of light on this half-finished magic scroll gives the whole painting a strange beauty, as if the flowers and butterflies in the painting are moving.

"It's ...... Rose?" Phyllis was surprised at first, then narrowed her eyes in delight, "Pink rose! so beautiful! Dakko you are the best!" Sakura's lips imprinted on Darko's cheekbones, causing Darko to stand in place in a daze.

But Darko thought about it again that the owner didn't mention seeing the rose petals in the burning swamp, and it looked like it was supposed to be a birthday and didn't arrive. After all, the burning swamp is so big, even if the atmospheric circulation can blow a small number of petals through, there is no guarantee that one will be seen by the owner, and Darko can't help but feel a little lost.

"I'm going to hang it on the head of my bed so I can see it every morning when I wake up...... Hey, Dakko. When did you learn the inscription?" Phyllis didn't react until this point, and looked back at Darko strangely, "There doesn't seem to be such a boring course as Introduction to the Magic Circle and Magical Archaeology in the electives you have chosen, right?"

"Master, I know a friend. His name is Orlando, he's an inscriptionist, and he taught me magic circles, and ......" Darko replied truthfully, but didn't tell Phyllis that it was Bright's work. Lately Bright has been studying various techniques for inscriptions, often writing and drawing on parchment, and attempting to copy magic scrolls on his own. The result, of course, was a failure, copied in a mess by Bright, and the magic circuits that should have been perfectly harmonious were copied like unkempt flowers. So Darko had the idea to ask Bright to help draw a picture of a rose with an inscription and give it to Phyllis.

"Darko, do you have a friend?" Exclaimed Phyllis in amazement, and then thought for a moment, "Well, it's good that you can copy inscriptions, and inscription is a promising and lucrative profession...... Haha, if you become a grandmaster-level inscription master in the future, you can go to the Alchemy Guild to have a fun with the guild leader, and then I will empty the collection hall! There are a lot of good things there......"

Phyllis was daydreaming again, and Darko stood a little overwhelmed, just nodding his head in agreement, not knowing whether to agree with Phyllis's idea or to show his determination to become the Grandmaster of Inscriptions.

"Well, okay Darko, I'm going out in a minute. Recently, I started to fight with the Temple of Light again, and I need to rely on the academy to procure some things, and now your master is the head of the Dark Temple in San Diego, and there are all kinds of messy things to deal with. At this, Phyllis became irritated again, and shook her head vigorously, and the undead ornament on her body clanged.

"Master, there are no classes for the next five days, and I want to go back to hell. Darko hurriedly said his thoughts, the Hell of the Undead is too big, and it takes a lot of time every time in the Eternals Wasteland, Darko is racing against time and doesn't want to delay until tomorrow, so he rushed to the master's laboratory just after the last class of the semester today.

"Are you going back to play again?" said Phyllis, pouting as if remembering something, "don't bring back any more trash like Wu, it's better to have something fun." ”

"Okay, master. Darko nodded, walked to the corner and picked up the backpack he had prepared.

"You're well prepared. Phyllis tilted her head and laughed, and then a brief spell was gently spat out, and Darko had disappeared in place, summoned back to the undead hell.