"I remember meeting him about a few months ago, and this apprentice came up with a very novel theory, that the power of the void can exist as energy, like charcoal or a surging torrent, a force that can be driven!"

Master Robert Freiswalker smoked his pipe, and his brows were tightly locked together: "But he just came up with a theory, but nothing to prove - so I thought he was another stupid idiot, but this guy chased me for this theory." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was because of his stupid appearance that I put a little effort into research, only to find that although I could not prove this theory, I could not prove it either, it was impossible to realize!

But there is no doubt that this is a bold conjecture, and if he can really confirm this, it will have an immeasurable impact on the entire wizarding world, and even the appearance of the entire world!"

The more the old man spoke, the more excited he became, and he was about to dance to the point of dancing: "This assumption alone has already made us stand outside the gate of the times and changes, and if we can prove the result, whether it is correct or not, its significance is comparable to the establishment of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, or even far beyond!"

Seeing the expression of this Freswalker master, Loren was really a little emotional. Obviously, the people in this world who can understand Isaac Grantham are definitely not the only ones.

Obviously, it was easier to prove Isaac's mistake than possible - although it was only a small part of Isaac's research notes, it was easy for Loren to find a few loopholes.

But the crux of the matter is, what does this master Robert Freswalker think, and does he really want to see this theory untenable?

If he really didn't want to, then he wouldn't have been obsessed with this issue for so long - not to mention that no matter how talented Isaac was, his theory would definitely be full of holes in front of such a master who had studied the occult for decades, and the old man would probably be easier to find the flaws and problems than Loren.

So, the answer is already in front of you. The black-haired wizard with a determined expression slowly bowed his head and looked at the old man in front of him: "Your speculation is correct, this is indeed possible. ”

"Possibly...... Tsk tsk, in the study of the occult, the word is the same as not being said. Master Robert Freswalker glanced at Loren, "Can you come up with any evidence, or do you have research on this?"

"I don't have much evidence, and I don't have much research on this - after all, I'm just a spellcaster. Loren shook his head regretfully: "But I have full confidence that this assumption is based on it. ”

“...... You make it clear. ”

"Because all spellcasters are doing the same thing, aren't they?" the black-haired wizard retorted, "connecting the Void and reality, and all spells, whatever form they take, are the Void's distortion and deception of the physical world—exploding flames, shattering boulders, rainstorms, thunder in the sky...... It's all an illusion, it's all a distorted substance. ”

No matter how delicately the spells are combined, no matter how melodious the chanting is, what essentially makes them effective is still the power of the void.

If this power is so powerful that it can distort reality, and can create flames that burn everything, thunder that roars, why is it not powerful enough to tear through steel and produce tremendous energy?

"Can reality-bending void also be a form of energy?" Master Freiswalker fell into deep thought, his pipe in his mouth, and his free right hand kept scratching the big head with a few hairs left, "This is indeed a well-founded guess...... But that's just speculation. ”

"That's right, it's just speculation. Loren smiled bitterly: "I can't come up with anything to prove it. ”

"Really not?" The old man, who was still meditating just now, suddenly showed a very sly smile: "Then what is the 'bright silver' on your waist?"

The black-haired wizard's expression froze instantly.

"Ah...... Let me think about it again, the boy named Isaac Grantham seems to be a student of Peter, alas...... Have you ever heard of the name?"

Sure enough, this old man is not so easy to fool......

Sighing softly, the black-haired wizard decided not to continue pretending anymore, and bowed deeply to the old man: "Re-introduce to you, in Lower Loren Turin, Isaac Grantham and I are both students of Mentor Dalton Kander, you are right, we both graduated from Dean Peter's Academy!"

I came to Eberden because Isaac suddenly disappeared - even if you want to stop me from becoming a wizard of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, it doesn't matter, no matter what means are used, I will find him!"

Restraining the smile on his face, the old man who fell silent smoked his pipe and sighed deeply:

"So you clever ghosts, you know how to play tricks—wouldn't it be over if you had already made it clear, and you're wasting my time here as a fast-legged old man!"

“...... You didn't want to see me because of the Corona family?"

"I do owe them a favor, but they weren't stupid enough to blackmail me with a favor. The only way to get my invitation is to rely on your talent and attainments—you have to thank your dean, and if he hadn't mentioned you in his letter to me, you wouldn't have wanted to walk through this door!" Master Freiswalker snorted coldly:

"The most correct thing Peter did in his life was to make Isaac Grantham a wizard! The upper limit of this child's achievements will determine the upper limit of our entire school for generations, you must find him and make sure he is safe and sound!"

"I will. Loren nodded sincerely, this time it was really sincere: "He's my friend, even if you don't say I'll do that." ”

"That's fine, wait for the test in three days!" Master Freswalker casually threw his pipe aside: "I'll stay here for the past three days, and then come with me to the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower!"

"You didn't mean...... Do you want to test my level yourself?" the black-haired wizard couldn't help but ask.

"Boy, do you really not understand or are you joking with me?" the old man squinted at him, his tone sharp and very dissatisfied: "Let me tell you some valuable life lessons, hidden treasures are worthless, and unnoticed talents are the same as nothing;

It doesn't matter what you want to show, it's only fun where there are a lot of people——!"

“......”

........................ "Didn't you hear clearly?" ”

The innkeeper sat at the table with a cold sweat on his face, his eyes full of fear, and his already frozen body was completely unable to move, as if the fat limbs no longer belonged to him.

The entire inn had been completely controlled by dozens of minions with short knives and daggers, and just behind him, two fierce-looking men were still pointing knives at him, one of whom was the drunk who had been pierced through the palm of Loren's hand.

And sitting opposite the innkeeper, the leader of the Cane Gang, the famous Van Steno in the south of Ebolden, spoke politely like a real nobleman at the moment.

His face was gloomy, with a pair of deep eye sockets on his hooked nose, and he looked creepy, but he looked like a knight, without the slightest vulgarity of a gang leader.

"Your guest's name is ...... Ain Rand: He's single-handedly knocked over a dozen of my men, and rumored to be unscathed. Verstelno, who spoke softly, couldn't hear the slightest hint of anger at all: "It's the first time I've heard of such a powerful wizard. ”

"We're just a bunch of vulgar mercenaries and poor people on the streets, and we really admire such a great person, let alone a wizard - but since he's not here, I'm sorry to trouble you to pass this invitation to him. ”

"Ming, understand!" The innkeeper, who was completely frightened, didn't dare to raise his head: "I, I must!

"Please tell Lord Ain Rand that Vansteno of the Cane Gang is waiting for him in Gutter Lane. Verstelno stood up and a smile spread across his lips: "Please give us a chance to welcome him." ”

"Of course, if he doesn't come...... On the southern border of Ebolden, it is not difficult to find his whereabouts!"