As if remembering his own experience, Kraser's hand holding the magic wand turned pale, but then he took a few deep breaths, calmed his agitated mood, and began to write on the blackboard. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What I'm going to talk about today is the classification and advanced marks of magicians!"

"Everyone knows that the hierarchy of magicians is very strict, and we evaluate the level of magicians based on their affinity for magical elements and the magical skills they release. Magic apprentice, who can only release some elementary magic. For example, fireball, water bomb, and so on. ”

"When you turn the Fireball Technique into the Fire Bomb Technique, and the Water Bomb Technique into the Ice Rain Technique, you are no longer an apprentice of magic. At this time, you will be called a junior magician. ”

"When you are able to unleash the Fire Bullet Technique continuously, your name will change again, and everyone will call you Intermediate Magician. Generally speaking, an intermediate mage is enough for you to survive in this society, because you already have a skill. ”

"Professor Sherlock, what do you mean by a skill?" asked a child sitting in front of Krazer curiously.

"I'll give you an example, and everyone will understand. Once you've mastered the magic of the water system, you'll be needed when the farmer grows his crops. Think about it, what if there is a drought and the crops need water to grow, and it doesn't rain? Isn't that amazing!" Kraezer looked at the children with a smile. At this time, the children were already chattering and arguing below.

"And what is the name of a magician who is more powerful than an intermediate magician?" asked the little boy with freckles on his face raising his hand.

"Well, what's more powerful than an intermediate magician is, of course, a high-level magician! A high-level magician is someone who can skillfully use magic, and its representative magic is the most famous wall of fire, think about it, after chanting the spell, wave the magic staff, and a wall of flames will whistle away. What a spectacle it was!"

"So do you know what a magician is called who is more powerful than a high-level magician?"

Children, you look at me, I look at you, no one spoke, and suddenly, a voice as crisp as a yellow bird sounded. "It's the Great Magician, am I right? Professor Sherlock." Little Lena said loudly.

"Exactly, how does our clever little Lena know?" asked Kraser, with encouraging eyes, and the little girl's delicate little face immediately turned into a flower.

"Hehe, you don't know, the standard for becoming a great mage is not to learn higher magic, but to shorten the time you spend chanting spells and improve your mental power. So that you don't fall behind in battle. Think about it, if you have released the magic while your enemies are still chanting, will you be able to defeat them effectively!" "Alright, children, close your eyes and concentrate, the magic element needs to be fully concentrated to sense it. Concentrate on feeling the magical elements flying in the air, don't be afraid, feel the magic of the magical world with your heart!"

Time passes quietly as the children slowly feel the magical elements. The golden sunlight slowly fills the classroom. "Alright, kids, we're here for today. After you go home, you must practice diligently, and only by constantly touching with your mental power can you keep growing your mental power."

"Professor Sherlock, what level of magician are you, can you give us a show?" The children asked with adoring eyes.

"You ask me what level of magician I am, hehehe, everyone, Pyromy!" Kretzer stretched out his right hand as if in a trick, and a spark suddenly appeared from the tip of his right finger, like a nimble elf beating non-stop.

The children who were sitting honestly under the podium immediately left their seats excitedly when they saw this scene and surrounded them, obviously, it was the first time they had seen such a novel thing, and some children even reached out to touch the flames dancing on Kraser's fingertips, and this reckless act immediately frightened Kratzer to quickly extinguish the flames.

"Do you know what level of mage I am?" Krezer asked.

"To be able to unleash the Fireball Technique in such a short period of time, it must be an intermediate magician!"

"No! No! Professor Sherlock doesn't chant spells, so he should be at a higher level than an intermediate mage!"

"Yes, yes, Professor Albert must be a high-level magician!"

"Professor Albert is so powerful, he is actually a high-level magician!"

"Shut up, haven't you noticed? The professor said that it used to be, which means that now it is higher than the level of a high-level magician!"

"According to Professor Albert, what level of magician are you? The kids asked. "It's a secret, what is a secret? It can't be called a secret, it's not a secret if you say it!Hahaha! Guess slowly, kids!" Frazer straightened out his magic robe and walked outside. Suddenly, a hint of red oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he quietly wiped it away with his magic robe. At this time, the children were still arguing in the classroom about whether Krazer was a great magician or a magician more powerful than the great magician, unaware of the strange situation that happened to Krazer at this time.

The golden sunset sprinkled on Krazier's face, pulling his shadow very long, there was a feeling of gloom and loneliness, he stood at the door of the classroom, like a warrior with the magic wand in his waist, listening to the immature dispute from the classroom, smiled helplessly, but an old voice sounded in his ears, startling him.

"How's it going, Blazer boy, doesn't it taste good to forcibly release magic after the magic has returned?" I don't know when, the old man sitting in the corner of the courtyard moved the chair to the door of the classroom, and it was he who suddenly made a noise, startling Kraser.

"Hmm, how do you know? Dean Earl?" Kraezer raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

"Hehe, young man, everyone has their own story!" Dean Earl took off the hat on his head and slowly placed it on his chest, his face pale as if he was seriously ill.

Listening to Dean Earl's words, Krazer couldn't help but look moved, he knew this peaceful old man, and he heard from the people in the town that this old man only came to this town thirty years ago, and this magic academy was also established by him, and there was no magic academy in the town before that. But judging from what he said just now, this old man, who always looks sick, is obviously also a person with a story.

"Are you interested, listen to my old fellow's thoughts!" Dean Earl unexpectedly took the initiative to bring up the topic, which was one of the few in Kreser's impression.

"Oh, if you are willing to say it, how dare the boy refuse!" Krezer agreed, he had long been full of interest in this sick old man, but he was usually unable to talk to this old man with little words, and now that he had such an opportunity, how could he refuse.

"Did you just say something of your own opinion, or did you hear it from somewhere else?" the sickly Dean Earl looked at the respectful Krizer, and a hint of inexplicable smile appeared on his face. "You must know that the words just now have reached the ears of some old antiques, which can be regarded as a big rebellious remark!"

"It was my magic professor who taught me when I was a child, "Don't believe everything you see, and what you hear isn't necessarily true." So, I've been learning magic with that in mind. Kreeser thought for a moment and told the truth.

"I really want to have the opportunity to meet you, a visionary mentor, who can have such a way of teaching students in this era when there is no freedom of speech, and I can imagine that this mentor of yours must be a great person. Looking at Kraser's expression, Dean Earl couldn't help but think of his past, and with a thoughtful expression on his face, he whispered a word with a gloomy expression. "It's a pity I don't have a chance!"

"Why, you say that!" Kreizer blurted out, but then he looked at Dean Earl as if he had figured something out. "Are you also suffering from magic?"

"Hehe! Krezer, you are very smart, you guessed it so quickly! It's a pity that you have become a waste like me, but I am much luckier than you, my life is running out, and you have just begun!" Looking at Frazer, who suddenly realized, Dean Earl's words were full of embarrassment and helplessness.

"Is there really no way to break away from the Magical Retaliation?Dean Earl!" Frazer couldn't help but look nervous at the question of the Magical Retaliation.

"No, of course not, I've been looking for thirty years in search of this answer, but in the end I still found nothing!" Looking at Kreeser with an expectant look, Dean Earl seemed to see himself when he was young, but unfortunately the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, in his opinion, Kreser's efforts were destined to be in vain. "Otherwise, Magic Counter wouldn't be known as the number one killer of magicians!"

"Ugh."

Although this was the answer he expected, Krazer still looked disappointed, he sighed helplessly, and looked at the innocent and lively children in the classroom, through the window, he could still clearly see that they were still arguing about it.

"How did you get the magic backlash?" looked at the somewhat decadent Kreeser, and Dean Earl deliberately diverted from this heavy topic.

"Forcibly unleashing fusion magic, causing it to spiral out of control!" Frazer raised his eyebrows, his words full of pride. "What about you?"

"Yo ho! I can't see it! It's a pity that your kid is still a multi-lineage elemental affinity! I'm much worse than you, just an ordinary earth magician, and I don't want to mention my former title! The reason for the magic backlash is much simpler than yours, and I passively participated in a battle that I was not qualified to participate in. Looking at the proud Krizer, Dean Earl raised his eyebrows, the young man in front of him does have proud capital, multi-line elemental affinity, what a tempting title, this title means that this person has great magical potential, which also means that he has the qualifications to become a strong man. It's a pity that his life is going to stop here, with the same fate as himself, a genius who can't reach the end can never be called a genius.

"I once read in a book in my mentor's collection that magic backlash is caused by the magician being in elemental shock, and the magician who chants spells to communicate the elements cannot control the magic elements he gathers, and the unpredictable consequences are called magic backlash!" Krezer asked curiously, looking at Dean Earl's old cheeks that brought me a self-deprecating smile. "You say that's not the case?"

"That's right! There is an accepted saying that because of the violent elemental shock, the violent elemental activity destroys something important in the mage's head, so even if the magician who is affected by the magic survives, he can no longer release the magic, and can only keep the spiritual power that has been obtained after years of hard work and nowhere to use!" Dean Earl coughed lightly twice before telling Frazer.

After hearing Dean Earl's words, Krazer couldn't help but fall into deep thought, he always felt that there were some inexplicable reasons in Dean Earle's words lingering in his heart, but he just couldn't tell where this feeling came from, I don't know how long it took for him to turn around in the noise of the children, and Dean Earl, who was sitting next to him, didn't know what to leave, and after telling the children to consolidate what they had learned, he left the magic academy.

I don't have a task today, so I might as well go to Old Jack's house, maybe I can really learn his winemaking skills!" Kreeser thought as he walked towards Old Jack's house on the west side of town.

On the hillside to the west of the town, Old Jack lived here, with a low house, a yard fenced with wooden boards, and a few roosters and hens pecking on the ground in the yard, but I didn't know if the old hen that Old Jack said was still laying golden eggs. Kratzer walked into the courtyard and knocked on the door.

"Old Jack, I'm coming! Uncle Beckman at the bar says you're looking for me, don't mention your old hen that lays golden eggs to me. Fraser looked around, looking for a clean place to stay.

With a creak, the door opened, and it was opened by an old man who was only up to Fraser's waist, wearing a large hat, and shrouded in a black coat.

"It's Kreeser, why are you here! The sun is setting, come in and sit, it's cold in the mountains at night. Old Jack said as he let Krazer into the house.

"You're a mess here, can you change your ridiculous hat! It's bigger than your head, old Jack. Krazer complained as he tried to find a clean place to be in the house. It's a pity that Old Jack's house is too messy, and there are not only people in the room, there is a big black dog with a coat as smooth as satin lying on the bed leisurely, and when he sees a stranger coming in, he just raises his head and looks, changes his position and continues to sleep.

"I mean, Old Jack, what kind of good thing is it that deserves to be told to me by Old Mike!" said Kraser, looking around.

"Don't worry, little ghost, you're as anxious as your son, here! Look here!". As he spoke, Old Jack held a glowing crystal the size of a fingernail.

It really feels like a gem in the dim candlelight. Krazer took the unknown crystal and weighed it with his hand, it was light, not as heavy as a silver coin, it glowed strangely in the candlelight, and there was no magic fluctuation. Krezer tried to inject magic into the crystal, but nothing changed except that the unknown crystal was brighter. Krazer held up the crystal and looked at it closely, revealing that a small corner was missing from the edge of the crystal.

"What's going on?" asked Blazer, pointing to the missing little horn to Old Jack.

"Don't worry, boy, this crystal is just the first reason I came to you, and I'll show you the second reason." Old Jack walked out of the room half-hunched.

Krazer looked at the unknown crystal over and over again, his face full of confusion and doubt.

After a while, Old Jack walked in with a huge object.

"Look at it, boy, that's the second reason I'm talking about. Old Jack handed the thing in front of Kraser.

Krazer looked up, so frightened that he almost didn't jump up.

"Where did you get the eagle, why is it so big?" said Kreeser circled around the eagle-like creature on the ground.

"Don't you feel familiar if you take a closer look?" said Old Jack, smoking a cigarette and looking at Frazer with a surprised expression.

"Is this the old hen?" said Kreeser looked at the giant old hen on the ground with a look of surprise.

"Oh my God! This size is so big! How did you feed it, I haven't seen it for half a month and it's grown so big, look at this chicken leg is almost catching up with my arm. Kretzer stretched out his arm and compared it to the old hen on the ground.

Old Jack knocked his cigarette pouch and pointed to the unknown crystal in Kraser's hand, and Krazer looked at the crystal in his hand.

"The missing little horn on this can't be eaten by the old hen, is it?" said Kraser, swallowing.

"That's right, boy, it's a pity there are no prizes!" said Old Jack, smoking a cigarette. Krazer looked at the unknown crystal in his hand, and then at the old hen on the ground, and his mouth couldn't close in surprise.

"It seems that there is something magical about this crystal. Kreeser sighed.

"Don't you really know what this thing is?" asked Old Jack, taking a puff on his cigarette.

"I don't know, I've never seen this thing before, I've studied magic for so many years, and I've seen a lot of all kinds of magic stones, and it's the first time I've seen something like this one. Kreizer pouted.

"Hehe, I don't know! It seems that you really don't know, or you can't talk about it based on your kid's character!" Old Jack clicked his lips, and his face was full of inexplicable smiles.

"It's like you know what it is, do you have anything else? Kraser said absent-mindedly.