Charlie followed Nar to his study, and watched him take out the materials for drawing the scroll one by one, and could not help but feel relieved that the night's blind efforts had not been in vain, and that he had finally impressed the master.

Nar summoned a fresh breeze, blew the dust off the parchment, and placed the three things in front of Charlie.

"This pen is the work of Master Conan, the original price was about 800,000 gold coins, because of the extinction of the moon wolf and out of print, if someone collects, its value may be far more than this number to concoct such a bottle of starlight ink, it will probably cost 1 million material costs, 200,000 manual fees, now because of the lack of production of broken star stones, it may cost more Enchanted parchment paper is the cheapest, Arcane Ring has a special factory for mass production, 100 pieces only cost 60,000 gold.

If these three things were to be lost, their value would probably increase by 50, as they were the internal products of the Arcane Ring.

The reason for emphasizing their value is that you don't want to make you feel a little contemptuous because they are covered with dust. Ten years ago, I was still earning points by drawing scrolls, but in recent years, this stage has passed.

Now I'm giving them to you, use them well, it will create a lot of wealth for you. Of course, the most important thing is not to earn points, but to take the first step as an apprentice in the Devil's Seal Carving. ”

Charlie respectfully took the three things, "Thank you, teacher." ”

"It's because you're so talented at sketching that I can't help but make an exception for you to use the actual scroll drawing tools, let alone practice directly with intermediate materials.

According to the convention, the general magic seal carving apprentice in the first year can not get in touch with the real materials, the second year is also from the lowest level of materials to start with, only to get the magic seal carver, there is such a treatment, take advantage of this opportunity. ”

Charlie nodded silently, carefully rubbed the magic pen, and carefully felt the traces of the years on it, "Can I use it now?"

Master Nar smiled back, "Of course, it belongs to you now. ”

In an instant, Charlie's heart was pounding, and he finally embarked on the same path as his mother, who would have thought that only half a year had passed, and Charlie, the disgusting waste of Haynes, would not only become an apprentice of the gold badge, but also an apprentice of magic seal carving, and if there was a breakthrough in this field, it would surprise everyone.

Charlie took a deep breath, took out a piece of parchment, spread it on the desk, pressed the edges with a paperweight, unscrewed the glass cover of the starlight ink, and held the pen in his hand.

However, after lifting the pen, the nib hovered over the mouth of the bottle and paused in mid-air.

In a moment of movement, Nar saw Charlie's ambivalence.

After a brief hesitation, Charlie exhaled a cloudy breath, dipped his ink decisively, and took a pen to splash midnight blue on the parchment

Something is wrong!

Worst!

There was a problem with the first energy storage rune, and around the corner, there was a slippery feeling from the pen, as if it had its own spirituality, and it was pulled and pulled over the head.

Looking back at this rune, Charlie felt that the first attempt was going to fail.

A trace of sweat appeared on Charlie's forehead, and he tried to mobilize the chip to adapt to this strange feeling, trying to find a pattern in it.

Energy storage, undertaking, arcane missiles, excitation, three basic runes, a magic array, a stroke, but crooked, it can be seen that when drawing the last rune, Charlie has faintly groped for some feelings, but the sense of loss of control that comes and goes from time to time has always plagued him, making success a probability, and there is a feeling beyond Charlie's control.

Putting down the pen, Charlie looked dazed, and he couldn't help asking: "Teacher, why is there such a big difference between the use of the magic pen and the ordinary quill? ”

Nar pretended to be serious and said, "I'm thinking about a question now, can I take back what I sent?"

Charlie smirked.

"Just kidding. Nar smiled and said, "You can hold on to the first stroke until the end, and it is already good to draw all the strokes, but many apprentices may not be able to draw all ten strokes." I don't say it, I just want you to experience this feeling of being out of control.

Of course, the feel of a quill is different from that of a magic pen, and you must understand that the tip of the pen is implicit in magic, and magic itself is something that is difficult to control, and you need to use your mental power to control it.

However, when a person swings a pen, how can he control the stroke of the pen, the mental power, and the characteristics of the magic pattern structure to be consistent? This is a big problem!"

Charlie said he was at a loss.

Nar said eloquently: "The sages have not been able to find an accurate answer, and at present they only know that the success rate can be improved from two aspects: first, it is skillful, practice with more ink, slowly get used to the slippery feeling, practice makes perfect, and second, it is to draw with emotions, the sages found that emotions have an inscrutable magic, it will cause mental fluctuations, and the right emotions can improve the success rate."

As for why? I also want to know that the sages discovered this phenomenon but did not find the answer.

That's why I'm teaching you how to sketch and I'm always emphasizing that from an artistic point of view, artistic things often have emotions, and maybe you can get some experience from it.

I've always felt that you are a person who can create miracles, and I hope you can make a breakthrough here, so I want you to try, but now it seems that you may still be in a hurry!"

Skilled, certainly not to talk about, it is better to practice 1000 times with a quill than 10 times with a dipping pen, they are too different, even if they draw the same thing.

Charlie has it, and there are a lot of them.

Charlie raised his hand to stop Nar from continuing to speak, and he closed his eyes, and little by little, the experience of growing up came to his mind.

The vague impression of the mother in her childhood, the drunken life and death of Haynes City, the panic in the face of Princess Elsa's accusations, the slap containing the power of thunder and lightning that made him extremely frightened, the embarrassment and embarrassment in the family meeting, the excitement and excitement of the wolves outside Haynes City, the excitement of using magic for the first time, the calmness of the decisive battle for Griffin in the inner city of Fort William, and the pleasure of the moment when he sneaked up on Peter in the reeds

There are countless joys, angers, sorrows, and sorrows in my heart, intertwined with mixed feelings, and the most and strongest feelings among them are undoubtedly anger!

Anger at the enemy who framed him, anger at Griffin's oppression, anger at Prince Weining and Peter's plots, anger at Ferrinand Fazun's oppression.

At the same time, the books Charlie had read on the ship, Faraday's elemental magic, and the magic array diagram that he had recently familiarized, the basic magic patterns that he had practiced 1,200 times, and the knowledge he had heard from various channels. In the latitude of rationality, the chip is constantly inducting, calculating, and counting in order to find the law, and the massive knowledge is integrating with each other, and more questions are emerging.

The right side of the brain is fiery, the left side of the brain is as calm as ice, and the blood is rushing in the body.

Charlie suddenly opened his eyes, took out a piece of enchanted parchment paper and spread it on the table, dipped his pen in ink, and without the slightest hesitation, he went down, as if poking at his heart, and frowned slightly.

Hand in hand, one stroke, such as flowing water, do not calculate, do not copy, do not care about mistakes, with feelings, swaying the emotions in the heart

Nar's eyes widened suddenly, and he sat up straight, looking carefully at Charlie's bitter and hateful face, looking at his rich and varied expression, thoughtful.

A moment later, Charlie put his pen down.

Looking at this scroll, Charlie almost didn't believe his eyes, there was a twisted and complex pattern painted on it, from the beginning to the end, it was very smooth, without the slightest stagnation, and it could also be seen that it was layered, and from the point of view of technique, it was undoubtedly perfectly performed, and it played Charlie's strongest level.

It was supposed to be a magic scroll.

However, there was always a question in Charlie's mind: what the hell is this drawing?

Charlie looked at it horizontally for a long time, handed the parchment to Master Nal, and said with a wry smile: "I was thinking about the Arcane Missile, but it seems to have lost control and drawn a little off!"

"That's not your average deviation!" Nar laughed, taking the scroll and discerning it carefully, "Let me see what you drew after you let your emotions fly." ”

Master Nar looked at it for a long time, rubbed his eyes, and said, "To be honest, I can't understand what kind of scroll it is. ”

Charlie was stunned.

That's hilarious!

Nar frowned and forcibly explained: "It contains some non-standard runes, it looks like basic runes, but it is a rune that has never been seen before, I don't know if you scribble it unintentionally, or if there is really such a rune, in short, it looks like a complete scroll, but I can't understand what function it has." ”

Hearing this, Charlie couldn't help but ask, "Then can it be used?"

"I don't know, let's try it!"

Nar enters a little mana and mutters the usual driving spell.

Suddenly, a gloomy energy condensed in Master Nal's hands, purple-brown, dim, it condensed so quickly, in an instant, it turned into a shadow orb, and was thrown out by the master casually. Charlie said it was thinking of an arcane missile, and Nar didn't care about its destructive power.

A ball of purple-brown light with a long tail flew out of its hands, swift and silent

Can you really unleash magic?!

"Oops!" Master Nar snorted, and hurriedly struck out, placing a magic-absorbing shield in the path of the Shadow Orb's flight.

However, it was a bit late to start, and the shield had not yet condensed and formed, and it was broken through by the Shadow Orb, but fortunately, it somewhat offset some of the energy of the Shadow Light Orb.

In the next second, the ball of light hit the bookshelf opposite the two of them, and without the expected shock wave, the shadow ball of light exploded into a cloud of purple-black energy, brushed through half of the bookshelf, and disappeared without a trace, and the bookshelf seemed to have no effect.

Seeing Master Nar's bitter expression, Charlie knew that something must be wrong.

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