"Answer me, are you doing some magic practice in private that is beyond the scope of the course?"

The boy's breathing stalled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anna's expression became more and more serious, it is not uncommon for practicing magic to cause mental exhaustion and coma, but it is rare for first-year freshmen who have not yet been exposed to the sea of magic to happen, and the consequences are often much more serious, especially the freshmen who lack the ability to discern can't help but be curious, and they don't know where to come into contact with some dark magic, in case of an accident, it will even endanger their lives.

This has happened more than once in history.

She stared into the young man's blue eyes.

In fact, she is still quite satisfied with the young man in front of her, although he slept in his first class, but there was no bad deed after that, especially when this teenager answered his own questions before class again and again, showing quite a wealth of knowledge, and even some of his deliberately difficult questions can be answered one or two, I have to say that she was quite surprised, and she couldn't help but care more.

Although he had carefully checked this morning and there were no other problems other than the depletion of mental power, it was more reassuring to confirm it himself, and he was not called in to reprimand him for making a loud noise in class.

Anna Goo's eyes were serious, and Maureen's heart was worried.

If it was okay before, but after his own experiment last night, the boy didn't know how to speak.

If the ability to read and memorize books by exerting mental energy is a relatively rare ability, and a skilled magician like Anna can still do it, then it is a bit appalling to use mental energy to learn the missing content of a book. The restoration of ancient damaged manuscripts has always been a well-known problem faced by archaeologists, not to mention magic books, take history books as an example, the absence of a small paragraph, often requires years of study and research to guess the rough, but if you sleep with sporadic corners in the future, you can complete the entire content, in case those scholars and mages of the Sky Ring know, don't you grab yourself and take it apart to see, the best situation is probably to do a lifetime of hard work......

I'm a good girl, I've been thinking about the pupilless thing before, but now that I think about it, my ability seems a little wrong......

After hesitating for a while, Mo Lin slowly shook his head and replied with some reservations: "Actually, because I have a magical ability to memorize the contents of books by touching them, and at the same time consume mental energy, so I often fall asleep. "The moon god is on top, I didn't mean to hide it, if you want to blame Daddy Pike, I ignored him when I asked him before, well, it's all Daddy Pike.

"So you often go unconscious from mental exhaustion?" Anna exclaimed.

"Yes...... ......" Merlin hesitated, it was the first time he had seen Anna Gunna's rigid face with a shocked expression, "Probably because I recovered relatively quickly, and I have never had a headache or other sequelae, and I usually use this ability often, and in the first class of school, it was also because I was exposed to the history of magic textbook and I couldn't control it, so I fell asleep." Anyway, there are a lot of true and false things, and the boy also rubbed his side to explain to himself, well, if you want to blame Daddy Pike, you have to blame Papa Pike, it is the art of survival that he has repeatedly taught.

"Mental overdraft will not leave sequelae...... Anna's brows furrowed together, recalling that when she examined the young man's body in the morning, she really found no hidden dangers, which reminded her of the sporadic records she had read in some old private manuscripts: "The Chosen One...... Is the blessed one also the darling of the moon god...... The mana capacity is indeed very similar, but you can't use magic cards, and it's not quite the right ......"

"The darling of the moon god?" Mo Lin was stunned, Mu Ran was really not used to hearing such a lofty word from other people's mouths on himself.

"It's nothing, I think I'm thinking too much. Anna replied, "So, you can answer most of the questions in class because you remember a lot of books?"

Mo Lin nodded honestly: "It's just very rigid to remember, and I don't understand a lot of things." ”

"It's nice to remember...... As for understanding, even we have to take time to think about it. Anna said, "Since you have such ability, and I heard that you want to come to the Classical Mage School, then I will assign you additional reading homework in the future, what do you think?"

The young man stayed for a moment, how dare I have any objections when you say this, and quickly nodded in agreement.

"I'm not sure about your situation, if there are any clues to tell you in the future, there should be no problem with your ability, and all kinds of strange talents that you are born with are not uncommon, I remember that there was a record that someone can use a certain high-ring magic when they are born, as long as there are no side effects, you can rest assured, but if any symptoms appear one day, you should stop immediately and go to the life sacrifice. Saying that, Anna waved her hand: "Then so be it, I'll send you out." ”

Before he could say anything, Merlin only felt that his eyes were dark, and he found that he was already at the entrance of the magic tower, and at this time, night had fallen, and the magic path on the surface of the tower was slightly illuminated, and an elegant silver tree pattern surrounded the dark stone wall, which was particularly beautiful in the night.

Without the expected reprimand, Morin breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking of waiting to go to the restaurant and order more barbecue to comfort himself for the whole day's fear, but before he could take a step, a bright silver shadow flew from high and slammed a heavy book into the boy's arms, probably the reading homework mentioned by Teacher Anna.

"Coo-......coo-coo-coo" but it was the silver-feathered pigeon named Pete who was deliberately retaliating, hovering not far above the young man's head and laughing, Morin's mind moved, and the little black who was about to be suffocated in the ring made a grimace and spit out the fire and rushed into the air, the silver-feathered pigeon had never seen this kind of formation, fluttered its wings a few times in a panic, and flew back to the tower with a smoke......

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As Morin breathed a sigh of relief in front of Anna Gu's magic tower, and considered how much roast he would have for the next dinner, the lighting crystals in the greenhouse classroom of the Plant and Potions class were still on.

It was Strayer Victor, who had been here alone since the end of the afternoon class until nightfall, in front of their group's experimental table, operating alone, and Osmond, who had always been by his side, was nowhere to be seen at this time.

He was concocting a first-order healing potion.

After half an afternoon of preoccupied extraction and concentration, according to Professor Feith's previous class, the most critical step has been reached.

I saw him holding a stirring rod in one hand, stirring the blue liquid in the crystal flask at a uniform speed, and with the other hand, he introduced a small cup of pink liquid into the flask very carefully and slowly against the edge of the stirring rod, and with the uniform stirring, the blue liquid gradually became lighter.

The cup of pink liquid, which could be drunk in one gulp, was poured for nearly five mils before it was drained, and Strayer's movements did not tremble in the slightest during the whole process, and even the ups and downs of his breathing were deliberately suppressed, like an extremely precise magic machine.

It wasn't until he was done, his left hand was still stirring the liquid at a constant speed, and his right hand put down the beaker, then he picked up a handkerchief from the table and wiped the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead and the tip of his nose.

Glancing at the hourglass next to him, he poured a small tray of prepared and weighed white powder into the flask, then expertly connected the distillation condensing device and reopened the magic furnace to adjust the temperature quickly and accurately.

It would take a while to wait, but in fact, from the moment he adjusted the temperature, Strayer knew that he had succeeded.

When the liquid in the flask turns blue again, a total of two pink droplets are obtained from the collection ball at the end of the condensation device. For healing potions, that's two full servings. The larger the dose of the one-time potion, the more difficult it is to prepare, and so far, no freshman has successfully formulated a first-order potion, but for some reason he is so confident.

Taking off the collection ball, Strayer picked up the silver cutter and without the slightest hesitation, he cut a wound on his wrist, dripped a bead of liquid on it, a small patch of lilac smoke rose, and the wound came with a tingling sensation, which healed perfectly, and he didn't even go to examine it carefully.

There is no need for examination, and the preparation of two copies is just a habitual plan with room for use.

He sealed the remaining drops of potion as a sample for Professor Feith, then tidied up the experimental table, put the used equipment into the cleaning enchantment, and poured some water on the surrounding plants that his group cared for when the magic enchantment was activated, then took out the instruments and placed them neatly, picked up the handkerchief on the table and put it in his coat pocket, then turned off the lighting crystal in the room, and turned around and walked out of the greenhouse classroom.

All the movements are orderly, not hurried, and it seems that there is a detailed plan in mind, just like there is a detailed process for configuring the basic potion.

However, as the first freshman in Todder's top magical academy to successfully complete the potion preparation, Strayer's eyes did not have much joy and pride, and he did not even have any interest in this course, but Professor Feith said that this course required the preparation of a basic potion as an assignment for the whole semester, so he made a potion as required.

Complete the task and that's it.

He was about to go back to his dorm room to change his clothes, because he felt the smell of the sap squeezed out of the plants, and he didn't like it.

He doesn't like to get into anything that doesn't belong to him.

Strayer's dormitory is located at the top of the castle tower, with a window overlooking the sparkling lake, and he does not live with the rest of the group, although most of the same-sex members of the group will be assigned to the same dormitory, but the college also provides separate rooms for students in need, such as his room, which has only one bed, an exaggerated wardrobe next to the bed, and a tall mirror.

He didn't like the magical enchantment that cleaned his body and clothes, just like Anna Guna's gaze that seemed to see through all the covers.

He took off his jacket, took out a black robe from the closet, and was about to change into it, but he didn't know what to feel and stopped.

Half-open to the front of the mirror, lacking the ornate clothes, Strayer's young body showed a little thin.

He looked calmly in the mirror, or rather, at his exposed chest in the mirror, as if there was something there.

After a moment, a line appeared on his chest: "Confirmed." ”

It's a line of blood.

Like an invisible blade coldly writing and chiseling on the skin of his chest, his skin was cut a little bit, and the rolled flesh showed a dark red wound, the wound was soaked with blood, but strangely no drop gushed out, Strayer looked at the blood on his chest, and still looked calm.

The handwriting on the wound on his chest was trans-intelligible, and it looked like it was used to when viewed in the mirror.

Then the blood disappeared, the wounds healed one by one, and there was no trace of a breath interval.

Even more perfect than the healing potion he had just configured.

But a moment later, the scar on his chest reappeared, and it was another line of blood:

"Elemental creatures can indeed cause the mark to fail, and presumably destroy cursed cards. ”

The wound heals, and then dehiscences a third time.

"At the moment, try to befriend Maureen Callander, there is no other way to do it. ”

This time, after the wound healed, no more writing appeared.

Strayer smiled contemptuously and changed into his robe.

He remembered how painful it was when such blood words appeared on his chest for the first time, when he was six years old, a man curled up on the bed and bit two sheets, he also remembered how disgusted he was with these handwriting on his chest, when he was eight years old, he used to clutch the claws of a wild cat and scratched his chest into a bloody blur, even Osmond did not know that the accident was actually his own doing, but when the wound healed, the blood words still appeared, silently and coldly transmitting messages and orders, and since then, he has slowly learned to endure.

In fact, it still hurts when these blood words appear. It's just that after so many years, he can already endure this pain, and he no longer needs a mirror to know what kind of handwriting the invisible carving knife left on his chest, and when he is concentrating, the appearance of these handwritings will not even make his expression change in the slightest, he can still think very calmly, speak very calmly, and smile very calmly.

As he did now, he looked away from the mirror and began to ponder.

So from this point of view, what Maureen Calland said to himself before was true, but he was too sensitive to catch the wind and shadows before, but such a simple or insensitive aristocratic child is indeed rare, and it is not his own mistake. In addition, his father, who was concerned by the Temple of Nature, did not participate in the factional disputes of the Duchy of Lothar for many years, and his family background can be regarded as innocent, but it is a help that can be fought for, even if he can't use magic cards, the students who go out from Iluvita, as long as they have the heart, can become a big man on the side of the Duchy of Lothar.

Strayer hesitated for a moment, took out a delicately wrapped gift box from the closet, put it in his arms, and tidied up his clothes again in front of the mirror.

With that trademark gentle smile back on his lips, he left the room.