Remur was even more dumbfounded, and he asked awkwardly, "Why have I never heard you say this before?" ”

Reem III glanced at him and said angrily, "Do you think he can understand a discussion on such a topic with a martial artist who can only wield an axe?" ”

Remur was ashamed and ate with his head down.

Duchamp hurriedly played a round and said: "Teacher Remur's force and magic are very good, it is one of the best in the school, there was an explosion in the school's previous guiding laboratory, but fortunately, Teacher Remur split a way to survive, and the people at the scene were rescued." ”

Ray III looked at his son and smiled, "For a person who is committed to becoming a martial artist, becoming a firefighter is also a good use." Forget it, don't talk about that, now you and Clara are also a whole 7 grandchildren for me, Ann and Stanley's talents are very good, and those few small ones are also worth looking forward to, I am already satisfied. ”

Remur smiled awkwardly.

Duchamp wanted to continue the topic just now, and he asked a topic that he wanted to know the answer to: "What are the seven great treasures?" ”

Reem III spread his hands and said: "This question, I actually want to know, someone has calculated that the Seven Treasures correspond to the characteristics and abilities of earth, water, fire, wind, time, space, and the Illusory Seven Yao. Some people also believe that the Seven Supreme Treasures are actually the product of the seven delusions of human beings, such as long lifespan, infinite wisdom, inexhaustible wealth, superpowers that make wishes come true, never-ending power, infinite spiritual satisfaction, and even the delusion of controlling all things. ”

Duchamp frowned and said, "Why is it that everyone doesn't know the answer to such an important question now?" ”

Reem III was stunned when he heard this, he put down the silver spoon, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked up at the rising starry sky, and said after a while: "When the ancient civilization was destroyed, the landslide and tsunami destroyed all the written objects and cities, and all the powerful disappeared from the continent, leaving behind some of the weakest human beings. Coupled with the relentless hunt for magicians in the Middle Ages, magicians are almost extinct, and we know even less and less. ”

Duchamp remembered the occasional mention in the medieval mystery class in the school, and couldn't help but say: "There is a teacher in the school who is said to be the astrologer's inheritance, and she once said that because the magician and the alchemist interfered with each other's inheritance, it caused great difficulties in the inheritance of both parties, and also interfered with the normal transmission of the civilization of the entire continent, and because of this, the goddess did not protect the magician and alchemist after the Middle Ages." ”

Reem III snorted, obviously dissatisfied with the statement: "Helen Miller, the witch of the East, what does she know, the disappearance of the magician's inheritance is a conspiracy of the enemies of magic. Since the Dark Ages, the mage has been framed as a sorcerer who will bring an ominous curse to those around him, and has been hunted down for nearly a thousand years. The child who had just emerged with a little magical talent was either discovered by the Qiyao Church and directly pulled into the camp of the church, or was directly executed as a monster by the knight group at that time. In the Middle Ages, there were also demons who specialized in hunting down mages in order to claim their talents. All kinds of difficulties and dangers have made the magicians with inheritance basically disappear from this world. The newly born apprentices with magical talents could not learn and be taught, and the profession slowly became extinct. ”

Duchamp thought to himself, worthy of a family of magicians with a heritage, he knew it in such detail. A crucial question occurred to him.

"So, what kind of person can be called a magician?"

Reem III glanced at Duchamp and was a little surprised at him to ask this question. Could it be that the old scholar in Duchamp's mouth never taught him this? However, he patiently said:

"To put it simply, a magician is a person who can manipulate the power of the human will without relying on any external guidance. Like this. ”

Reem III stretched out a white, powerful hand and grabbed it in the air, and a flame suddenly appeared in his hand, which flickered with his will.

When Duchamp heard this definition, he suddenly remembered that his 'mana resonance', which had become an elite skill, had such an effect.

It turns out that in this world, some people are born with such abilities.

His mind moved, and with a flick of his fingers, a small tornado whirred across the palm of his hand. With a trace of mental power, control this little toy to spin around. Rayam III looked at Duchamp's little tornado, smiled happily, and praised: "Very good wind talent." ”

After speaking, he glared at his son again.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Remur stretched out his hand, and an earthy yellow pyramid appeared in his hand. His control was much worse than Duchamp's, and the pyramid stayed in his hands, and after a few seconds, it disappeared.

Duchamp suddenly found that the flame of Reem III had long since disappeared, and he hurriedly collected his mana and asked the next question: "So, what kind of person can be called an alchemist?" ”

To this question, Reem III thought seriously for a long time before replying: "They do not have magical talents, and even some of them actually have magical talents, the difference is only in the understanding of magical power. Alchemists coined the word 'guide' in order to distinguish themselves from magicians, but in fact, guidance is originally magic, that is, yaoli, which pervades this world and has incredible abilities. The real dividing point between the two is that mages always believe that the human body is the strongest magic medium, while alchemists are always obsessed with 'style' and despise themselves. ”

Duchamp spread his hands. "That means that everyone is actually the same kind of person."

"No, it's not at all." Raem III raised his voice, startling Duchamp. Realizing that he had lost his temper, Reem III returned to his place, sat down, and said leisurely: "I have a book at home on this subject, which is well documented. Elanvis, go get that book. ”

Teacher Remur was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect his father to say this, and he left the table with some heavy steps and went to the secret room to get the book.

Duchamp did not notice this detail, his attention was attracted by the expression of Raem III, and he thought to himself, old people are obsessed.

When Mr. Reemel brought the book, Reem III took it, rubbed the cover of the ancient scroll with care, handed it to Duchamp, and said solemnly: "Open it!" ”

Seeing the old man's grand appearance, Duchamp knew that this must be someone's heirloom, and hesitated.

Reem III was wrong, thinking that Duchamp was worried that he would not be able to read the book, and encouraged: "The answer you want is on the first page, don't force it, read as much as you can understand." ”

In the expectant eyes of Reem III, Duchamp gently turned the first page and read:

"Our strength is a taboo in this world!"