"Tick, tick. Tick"

The crisp sound of the clock echoed from the small metal round clock above the library, and a young man lay on the cool wooden plank, looking tired, but his empty eyes were fixed on the old, yellowish leather scroll notes in his hand.

"Sleepy ......"

Heavy eyelids, a drowsy brain, this moment begins to stand out when the bell rings.

Mebis guessed that the level of this witchcraft should be close to the second-level spell, even the witchcraft of the wizard's apprenticeship stage was not something he could resist, even if it didn't knock him out instantly, the tidal wave of fatigue still followed.

Slowly swallowing a mouthful of blood foam mixed with saliva, the thick rust smell in his mouth reminded him that he couldn't fall, this was the only chance, and it was also a shortcut.

His eyes were congested and aching from extreme fatigue, and a feeling of dizziness robbed him of his strength. The boy propped himself up so that he could look at the book in his hand a little more comfortably.

When the bamboo poles were announced, the wooden cabinets changed as if they were alive, and the rows of books were opened in sealed wood, exposing all their delicate bodies to the astonished Mebes, who could not have imagined that the books were hidden in these wooden blocks, and wriggled like biological flesh.

Combined with the previous words of the bamboo pole, this food library with an exaggerated appearance and a quaint interior is likely to be the body of the bamboo pole.

The boy was confused and read one collection after another that was enough to cause turmoil in the outside world, and as long as he kept these books firmly in mind, he might not lose anything if he failed, and he secretly comforted himself.

Slowly opening the book, he made a new discovery, a very well-preserved leather scroll made of unknown animal skins. "Magic and Power"? Heavy eyelids suddenly shook,

"Something about wizard enlightenment." He had been looking for a long time before, and most of the books were all kinds of miscellaneous side knowledge, such as "The History of Hybrid Genes", "The Great Measurement of Racial Physical Fitness", "The Mystery of the Yang Star", and "The Pleasure of Endless Killing". Not the books he desperately needed.

Slowly turning over the silky fur-covered leather surface, the smell of heavy grass and wood incense came to the nose, and the yellowed and somewhat fragile paper indicated that the age of the book was not too short.

Mebis was amazed to find that it was a first-hand picture book, with many strange words and explanations in beautiful generic words, and even with a shallow knowledge base of teenagers, it was easy to understand the meaning.

"Magic, the ubiquitous energy particles of the wizarding world."

He narrowed his tired eyelids and muttered laboriously.

"Its origin is unknown, but it is subdivided into a number of complex directions, that is, the comprehensive direction of magic."

eagerly turned to the next page, but did not find a directionless explanation,

"The direction determines the wizard's own talent for casting spells, i.e., the classification of natural elements, the guidance.."

He searched for a long time, and finally saw a scribbled handwriting circled at the end, which seemed to be emphatically marked,

"Among other magical talents, there is a special case."

"That's the non-attributed talent that can't guide and feel any particles of energy, which I call 'particle insulators'."

Seeing this, Mebis finally understood why his mental power was so outstanding, but no one chose him as a disciple, although it was a gathering place for food wizards, no one would teach an apprentice who couldn't even release the fireball technique.

At the end of the book, there is a detailed sentence,

"In addition to various systems that use psychic power,"

"Gifted people with no attributes may be able to forge a new path, namely..."

—Gagrava

"Huh?"

Except for a small translation, the following handwriting is not written, is it intentional by the author? He thought with some confusion,

"Maybe there are other clues."

The boy shook his arms like a frog without legs, and struggled to raise his bloodshot eyes to look around at the wooden boxes that were standing.

He will not give up, in the consciousness of the teenager, wizards are a group of scholars who chase endless knowledge and find the path of truth, but they are definitely not deformed to evolve for the sake of pure power.

"Never!"

The weary and hoarse Mebes roared inwardly,

"I haven't tasted this unknown world with love and depth"

"As a chef, there are endless ingredients that I have never touched before."

These thoughts were deeply rooted in the boy's heart, evoking the identification of the unknown power in him, and in this cruel wizarding world, he had to control the power to pursue the delicacy he longed for as he pleased.

One precious book after another was rejected by him like garbage, and the fire in his heart was like a raging wave, violently extinguishing the sleepiness that had been tempting him in his body, not thinking about anything, not caring about anything, he just chased the crumbling flame in the darkness.

I don't know when he was suspended on the mural, and the bamboo pole with his long slender body pretending to be a fence for cattle and sheep on the grassland looked at the boy squatting and crawling on the ground in surprise, and his body kept pouring out obsession and touched the inside of the bamboo pole.

"Hey, how many years have it been, the last one who was crazy like this.. Well, not very far either. ”

The bamboo pole bent his resilient waist and sneered to himself.

"Favor of Fire"

Electromagnetic Induction

Skimming over the piles of books of various attributes that filled the entire wooden cabinet, Mebes, who was out of sight and out of mind, found a draft book with no cover and only a few sheets of paper in the corner of the book.

Picking it up, the draft was full of whimsical ideas, depictions of the origins of races, life courses, and extraterritorial life, and when she turned to page 3, Mebis saw a familiar name.

Regards to the postmodern wizards – Gagrava

"Author of Magic and Force!?"

Mebis was frightened, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl.

After careful observation of some of these questions and insights, finally on the sixth yellow drawing, a mature man's fruit body is vividly outlined in black ink, and strange dense black filaments surround various parts of the body.

The bottom part describes:

"Those with no attribute talents, throughout the entire Lorentesian period, there have only been three wizards, and the strength between them is impossible to test, but in a plundering plane battle, one of the three Psalovin wizards (the specific strength is unknown), faced the legendary realm of the original forest plane elf king with all his strength, and unexpectedly... Unscathed, afterwards...."

Then the words were abruptly disconnected when they were finished, leaving only one sentence at the end of the sixth page.

"This sparsely populated branch was called by the ancient wizards. The Ancient Witch of Qi. ”

Later, Mebis found several different types of knowledge and opinions in the corner, but due to the age difference, he could only roughly understand that in addition to the simple use of magic, ancient wizards also had many different types of spell casting, and many schools such as bloodline warlocks, medium wizards, and illusion wizards have disappeared in the origin wizard world over time.