"The science of inscription, built on the system of magic texts, originated before the age of the ancient wizards, and is the foundation of alchemy. It can be divided into two main disciplines, inscriptions and enchantments. ”

The lecturer surnamed Cheng talked eloquently: "There is an essential difference between the two, the enchantment is not the alchemist's own ability, but through materials, props and other external forces, according to the special formula to achieve the additional effect of additional abilities." However, this effect is generally not long-lasting, the advantage is convenience, and as long as the recipe and materials are stronger, the enchantment effect will be better. ”

"When we study enchantment, it's more about recipes and ways to apply them, and if they are applied to potions, they can do wonders."

"Inscriptions, unlike enchantment, rely on the alchemist's understanding of the magic script, combined with mystical materialology, etc., to attach the power of magic energy to objects...... Each object is capable of containing different amounts of magical energy, types, and ways..."

"The way the inscription is portrayed is imprinted... Oh, this is not within the scope of our teaching and ability, we mainly explain and practice the ability of etching..."

"The portrayal of the magic text is not just a matter of drawing a form, after all, it is something that anyone can do. So when we are etching, we first have to build..."

Luo Xia listened fascinatedly, and before he knew it, a class had passed. Although the old man Cheng is very talented, he is still a junior alchemist at a great age, but the solid foundation makes his theoretical skills very sophisticated, and the lectures are clear and beneficial.

It's no wonder that after reading for three years in a row, a certain muscle stick is going to be dead and stubborn.

It's a pity that three days after the old man's next class, Luo Xia estimated that he didn't have that time.

In other words, I didn't see that Kuikui was a real local tyrant, and the cost of studying for three consecutive years without the slightest return was not something that ordinary people could withstand. Based on his image, Luo Xia once suspected that he was the heir of a barbarian tribe.

It seems that the students of the Seventh Academy are not ordinary people.

But he thought about it, the guy who could live well in that kind of academy. In addition to having an abnormal personality, those who have no ability should have been eliminated, or automatically dropped out of school. It's not so much that there are fewer people in the Seventh Academy, but that the people who 'survived' are better.

If he's not mistaken, every year some students who can't stay in the other cadets are thrown to the Seventh Academy...

Out of the classroom, Luo Xia, who had just learned a little bit of inscription etching knowledge, wanted to go to the practical class to experience it.

So Luo Xia, who had 180 practical hours (100 in Creation, 50 in Potions, and 30 in the Occult), did not hesitate to open the right to use a private small workshop.

Practical lessons are not calculated by time, but by the resources consumed, which is very pitiful.

First I asked for a bottle of rudimentary eroded solvent, and then a cheap piece of material with okay magic guiding properties: a few pieces of black steel forged from black iron.

This kind of black steel sheet smelted from common black iron is not very good, but in the primary magic energy materials, it is of high quality and low price, and it is the main prop for novice practice, and of course the practicality is also very high.

In order to etch the script, it is necessary to model the spirit, and then activate the script synchronously in reality, and the power of this script is very weak and unstable because it is not in sequence. It takes an alchemist to punch it into the material coated with the Essence Potion in a very short time.

The Essence Erosion Flask is a magical potion that can convert mental power into corrosive abilities, reducing the mental resistance of most materials for a short period of time. The Inspired Script can then be engraved on the material for that time.

This whole process is called etching.

This is not an easy task, whether it is the degree of control of the magic text, or the requirements of mental power, or the understanding of materials and the ability to design layouts, it is a test.

Luo Xia first tried to summon the magic text, that is, the magic text of the force field system. And then there was no then, and the black steel couldn't withstand most of the magic of the force field system.

There is no doubt that Luo Xia's first attempt failed due to material problems. Then he didn't give up and asked the receptionist at the lower door (this kind of complicated thing, ordinary puppets are obviously not able to catch it), whether there are any materials that can accommodate the force field system magic script.

The answer he got was the cheapest one, the material containing the "virtual" attribute, worth 20 practical lessons, and he immediately coaxed.

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

It's better to practice with other magic scripts, and then he was embarrassed to find that he wouldn't. The only few of the simplest channeling matrices, and the guiding scripts (parsed on the jetpack) that are not even matrices, are still retraced by repeated memories in the Book of Spirits.

This TM got.

In the end, the unwilling Luo Xia succeeded in etching a magic matrix representing the guiding energy after failing many times.

This is the first time in his reality that he has succeeded in relying on his own (cheating) ability inscription, which is far more stable than the one he made with his creation ability before.

It was very memorabilia and was thrown into the garbage heap.

Unable to find a course that could be started in a short period of time, Luo Xia left the Alchemy Tower dejectedly. He didn't even know what he had been tossing all day.

Our ancestors have long told us that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, but he didn't believe it, and as a result, he spent a lot of money and got almost nothing.

In the end, I still encountered something suddenly, I was too young, and I was a little anxious for quick success.

Luo Xia reflected while walking to the door, and when he walked to the door, he also met Kuikui, who was also depressed.

After resolutely rejecting the rude boy's appointment, Luo Xia was even more mournful. If conditions permit, who doesn't want to slap the faces of some classmates who have been with them for months and can't remember them?

It's not a goddess, why.

Helplessly, the serious physical loss has not been made up, and the thought of the source is still unstable, he is afraid that the beast has not been beaten, but will be ravaged by the beast.

The ghost appeared in front of the night owl's desk again, and slapped the strength certification in front of the night owl who was reading the villain's book after eating.

The night owl casually sucked off the noodles that came out of his nostrils, looked at the things on the table with an unkind face, and said with a little surprise, "So fast? ”

"Men, just be fast, have momentum."

"Is this your experience from the widow's village?"

Luo Xia glanced at the book that the night owl slapped on the table: "Me and the One Who Was Locked Up for Seven Days and Seven Nights", and decided not to give him a chance to find out where the widow's village was.

The regret in the night owl's eyes flashed, straightened his body, and then put an order in front of Luo Xia.

"Shadow Song Forest, Outpost, Master Chief?" Luo Xia took out the transfer order and looked at it, and asked a little puzzled: "Me?" Transferred to the Shadow Song Forest to build an outpost? ”

"Yes, you know, our Chief is also the Commander of the New Legion, so some things are convenient. Temporarily moving you away is just enough to avoid the limelight. The reason why you want to do the strength certification is because the army is different from us, and you have to convince people with strength. But don't worry, your secret agent status is still valid. ”

"That... Chen is the person behind it, what is the origin? Although he already knows the general situation, Luo Xia is still a little curious about the specific situation, and by the way, he also reflects his 'ignorant' personality. If he knew that there was danger and didn't ask anything, wouldn't he be innocent?

The night owl hesitated, but still reminded: "Except... Most likely, it is a part of the second place..."

"What about the small probability" Luo Xia frowned, could it be that the people in the secret guard dared to directly intervene to retaliate against him, a small person, and the appearance was too ugly, right?

The Night Stalker shook his head eventually.

Luo Xia was originally cultivated as the new blood of the Dark Guard. When the governor was dissatisfied with the MI and even the Dark Guard, he wanted some new blood to reshuffle the cards, but it directly led to the internal division of the Secret Guard, which was already contradictory, into several different factions.

A large amount of new blood is scraped, suppressed, targeted and co-opted. This is the reason why Chen Shi, one of the six leaders of the hall, personally came to assess the newcomers.

It's called assessment, but it's actually to divide and win over the new blood that was originally going to be attributed to the stubborn leader.

The Governor, however, remained silent on these matters, resulting in many new blood being scraped before they could be tested. Luo Xia was originally a newcomer who was optimistic about the night owl, at least in his eyes, this young man was much better than the newcomers of the same period. In particular, there are always strange circuits in the brain, which lead to things that are somewhat unreliable, but often work wonders.

Unexpectedly, Chen, who was very happy to pull people, directly started the 'heart of love for talents', is he qualified to stop it?

But now, Chen is missing.

If the Iron Stubborn faction still absorbs Luo Xia in this case, then it will be a lot of fun, and it is not surprising that the other factions even suspect that Chen Shi's disappearance has something to do with them.

If the conflict escalates to the point of life and death between the leaders, then the conflict between the dark guards will definitely get out of control.

Therefore, the question placed in front of the night owl: Luo Xia is dead, it is useless, but it makes people say that the corpse is destroyed. Handing over Luo Xia is even more majestic, showing weakness at this critical moment will not end well, and it will also make the people below centrifuge.

So, he could only abandon him temporarily and let him go out to fend for himself.

In this way, it is good for everyone.

"So, where am I going to report for duty?"

"Pastoral Town."

… …

Luo Xia rode on Xiao Hei and yawned, his spirit could withstand it, but his body couldn't stand it. Originally, because of the shortage, I haven't had time to recuperate like pork ribs.

He touched the spatial ring hanging from his chest and smiled knowingly.

On the side, a tall figure is running wildly with his legs open, who is Kui Kui, who is not a humanoid beast?

What's going on?

。。。。。。

The military order is like a mountain, even with Luo Xia's frustration, he only dared to rely on the little black foot to delay for two more days. The main thing is to go to find the dead Lori again.

Since the favor is owed, Luo Xia is not particular. Aren't friends used to pit?

However, Jiaojiao, as a librarian, obviously does not have the consciousness to eat inside and out.

What Luo Xia wanted, what she gave, including the classics of the magic script modeling of various departments, as well as matrix combinations, etc., as long as the academy had it and she could get it, it was moved to him in one go.

Thanks to the establishment of the system laboratory of the house realm, the magic energy library can automatically sort out all his observations and perceptions. Just let Luo Xia scanner look at it.

Even so, it wasted two whole days of his time.

But just as he was leaving the Seventh Academy, someone he didn't expect stopped him.

Van Gogh, who doesn't do his job every day, acts as the strange existence of the doorman.

With a long nose and a white gown, he chatters every day, regardless of the change of seasons, he always holds the fan with the big word "cultivation" written on it. As long as it's not obscene, it's very much like those old dancers who are fascinated by the square dance aunt who doesn't return all night.

"Come here, boy."

Luo Xia knew that this old man was smiling on the surface, but he was actually very bad in his heart, and he was inexplicably weak in the ashes that he had just picked up and played with the academy. He licked his face, smiled and listened humbly, and entered the guard room that had left a psychological shadow.

"MI3 is having fun, and recording my whereabouts every day?"