"The school of spelling, the wizards in this school are called classical wizards. Distort limbs, sacrificial materials, link to the canon. There are three conditions for using magic: assuming the necessary posture to guide the spell, casting materials, and chanting spells to link the original magic texts in the depths of your mind. The oldest method of activating magic, and the most powerful, was used by later generations to improve and simplify the conditions for activation. It is one of the basic schools that wizards must study. ”

Lorraine had heard of this passage from Rheinharut, but when Hawke stood in front of him and said it, his heart throbbed inexplicably.

Because, the living wizard in front of him can show the existence of witchcraft that Loren has never seen.

"The witchcraft of the Spell School is too ostentatious, so I'm not going to demonstrate it today." Before Loren could regain his composure from holding his breath, Hawke splashed a basin of cold water on his head.

Loren was a little disappointed, but he didn't show his face.

Hawke continued his presentation.

"Necromancy, the wizards in this school are called necromancers, dark wizards." Sacrifice the life and inflict the wound on the living. 'By sacrificing life energy to cast spells, you can enchant dead or undead beings. It is one of the basic schools that wizards must study. ”

"This, I can demonstrate." Hawke smiled slightly, raising Loraine's expectations.

Hawke leaned forward slightly, his right hand drew an irregular circle in mid-air, and a thin blade forged by Dou Qi cut a small clod of dirt underneath it, and on top of the clod, there was a small pink flower with petals less than the size of a thumb.

Luo Lan's eyebrows twitched, even if he hadn't reached the entry level of a beginner knight's retinue, he knew that this was a knight's fighting technique, not a wizard's witchcraft.

Hawke didn't say a word, leaned over and picked up the clod, crouched down in front of Loraine, and placed the clod directly in front of Loraine.

His face turned cold, his eyes blinked, and the little flower, which was still quite vibrant, dimmed its color in an instant and turned into powder.

Seeing this, Luo Lan's sword eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth opened slightly, slightly surprised.

The next moment, Hawke's eyebrows froze, and the powder, which was about to be blown away by the evening breeze, took off quite disciplinedly and sprang up on its own, outlining a small pink flower that looked like a sand painting version on the clod.

Before Luo Lan could ask, it seemed to be a fragmented powder flower, which condensed and expanded in an instant, the powder melted into an entity, and the light powder turned scarlet, and the small flower that could be held with one hand had been prompted by black magic to form a flower demon with fangs.

"Roar......" The flower demon opened its bloody mouth, revealing white fangs stained with green juice. It bends the rhizome and fits its mouthparts to envelop Loren's skull in it.

When the flower demon's fangs immediately pierced into Loren's neck and swallowed the skull raw, Hawke's right hand trembled slightly, and the flower demon's figure became ethereal, and a mighty wind blew, as if nothing existed.

After this demonstration, Luo Lan's calm expression disappeared. He had no idea that his father would demonstrate witchcraft in such a way.

However, if you think about it, Hawke's daring to do this shows that he is confident enough to control it perfectly.

Loraine stared a little blankly at the flowerless, bare clod of earth in Hawke's hand, all thoughts and thoughts.

"That's all for the demo of the dark arts, let's move on." Hawke tossed the clod of dirt aside and stood up, his figure thin and majestic.

"The sorcerers in this school are called Sculptor and Elemental Mage. Distort reality and reshape nature. 'Mobilize the elements of heaven and earth and use them. It is one of the basic schools that wizards must study. ”

Hawke took a step forward and looked down at Loren for a moment: "Loraine, stretch out your hands." ”

Loren was stunned for a moment, but finally did so and raised his hands.

Hawke cupped Loraine's hands. The palms and backs of these hands, which were only fifteen years old, were covered with countless tiny scars. Hawke knew, and remembered, that among these scars that had not been erased by time, which were caused by the whipping of Loren without reciting the knowledge of his mouth, and which were caused by Loren's unbearable and unfortunate injuries due to the hardships of knightly training.

Thinking about the bits and pieces of his own life and his child, and the almost certain separation, Hawke couldn't help but sigh.

He tried his best to make Loren no longer a wizard and a true knight, but unfortunately, fate was unmoved. All he had planned for Loraine's future was a scar that shouldn't have appeared.

"Father......" Lorraine noticed Hawke's expression, and Hawke hadn't moved for a long time, so he couldn't help but remind.

"Don't speak." Hawke replied, and his eyes narrowed.

There was not the slightest abnormality beside the father and son, even the evening breeze that blew from time to time, but it did not appear at this moment. However, in this silence, Loren did not realize that the invisible energy hovering above his hands was being driven by the spiritual power controlled by Hawke, peeling away the softest elemental power, and then blending them into countless layers of thin veils that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Thousands of layers of tulle condensed from various elements slowly fell and covered Loraine's hands, then bent spiritually and wrapped in scars.

Hawke withdrew his hands, and Loren, who had lost his support, sank his hands.

"Don't move!" Hawke said sharply, and Loren immediately steadied his hands and froze in place.

Without the obstacle of Hawke's hands, those invisible tulles worked freely, aiming at the countless tiny scars on Loren's hands, burrowing, moving, and merging.

The moment the "hiss......" tulle fused, the coldness was released, forcing Luo Lan to gasp. However, Hawke's order was in front, and Loren did not move in the slightest.

At the same time as the coldness appeared, the scars on Loraine's hands were rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, Loren noticed this. After a few breaths, the scars on his hands were gone, and his complexion was very fair, like the skin of a newborn baby, tender and smooth.

Loren couldn't help but bend her arms to close the distance, and carefully examine her hands like newborn works of art.

"Alright." Hawke sighed lightly, his face a little less solemn, "Loraine, are you satisfied with these displays?" ”

"Hmm." Loraine held her head steady.

"The witchcraft effect of the spell school is too dazzling and ostentatious, and there are restrictions on the materials for casting spells. The Necromancy is the most feared by the knights, and it is also the original fuse in the witch hunt in ancient books, and once exposed, it will be destroyed. ”

"And the School of Shapes," Hawker paused, "the most hidden, and the wizard's path that can help you become a knight." ”