As a result of this raid, there were two more human heads on the pillar in front of Muhadi's gate, so he was more accepted and recognized by the tribe. In his free time, he also made a few trips to Karim's old man's house and began to learn elven language.

The old elf Karim has always been the clerk of the tribe. In addition to some of his own petty business, he also helped the chiefs write letters or manage their finances. Even in his youth, he was not a good warrior, let alone now, but he was one of the most learned members of the tribe and was kind to Muhadi.

Because the two had made a lot of money by working together to auction slaves, Karim took a lot of time out to teach Muhadi. It's a pity that the elven text is really complicated and difficult, and the latter racked his brains and almost stopped moving forward in a short time.

First, the elven script of the world of Athas is an alphabet language with twenty-eight letters, written in a right-to-left order. The first thing that makes people feel is that Elvi script is written continuously, unlike hieroglyphs (e.g., Chinese characters) where each character is written separately, and each letter is affected by lexical expression when it is written.

Second, there are original sounds in Elvish language, but these twenty-eight elven letters are all consonants, and the original sounds must be guessed by the reader from the context. This undoubtedly brings great difficulties to beginners, because as a phonetic script, it is almost impossible to delay the original meaning if you cannot accurately read the original text.

Naturally, there were no modern writing instruments on the planet on Attas, and the people here - elves, humans, and other races - mostly used a hard desert reed rod to make pens. Their ink is made from some special plants and has a sticky paste. When writing, the reed rod is repeatedly dipped in ink, leaving a light brown handwriting on the papyrus.

Muhadi had learned many languages when he was on Earth, but he was not completely ungrounded. It's just that time is pressing, and he hasn't had time to fully grasp this script, so he has to go to the Dust Hall to learn psionic energy again.

Until now, Muhadi has not figured out what the interior of the Dust Hall is. Every time he entered, he would fall into the psychic hallucinations created by Master Lyra, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had really seen the inside of the main hall, or the true face of Lyra. That dilapidated stone house, that old face, must be real? In front of the psionic master, everything seemed to become illusory and unreal.

This time, Muhati went to the Hall of Dust alone, reverie as he went. What about Aisha? What about her.

Pushing open the heavy stone door, this time, it was no longer the dilapidated stone house, but a golden and splendid hall. Gold, pearls, and precious stones adorn the hall, and precious sandalwood supports an unreachable canopy. The main hall was empty, except for "Muhadi" sitting on a ornate cushioned throne, silently watching the boy enter the hall.

This time, he actually came face to face with an illusion that looked exactly like himself, which was still beyond the expectations of the teenager. Lyra always started her lessons with strange visions, and Muhadi got used to it, but I don't know if all the psychic magicians are so perverted.

"Master. The boy said to Muhadi on the throne, "What about Aisha? I don't see her......

"I'm not your master," the illusion interrupted him before the boy could finish speaking, "I, it's you." ”

Muhadi was taken aback as he saw the illusion in front of him begin to change, its face fluctuating like the surface of the water, and finally solidifying into his true face before the crossing. The voice also went up and down, saying, "...... It's you", and it has become his real voice before the crossing.

"It's impossible, Lyra said she couldn't read my deep memories!" Muhati calmly analyzed, she is a time-traveler, she will never appear, let alone use her original face to create this illusion. "What the hell are you?!"

"As I said......" The illusion stood up and held out a hand pointing directly at Muhadi's face, "...... I am you. Or rather, another you. ”

"Then you should know that I don't like guessing at all," Muhathir replied, "and don't fool me with those words." ”

"I am a fragment, a mirror, an illusion made by Lyra, a reflection of your heart. The illusion said, "Look around, look at this hall." You will find that this is the style of the earth, and it is out of step with Atass. ”

Muhadi looked around, and now he was exactly as the other party said. I actually ignored it at first, and it seems that my analytical skills are still insufficient.

"Then why did Master create you?" he asked the illusion in a cold tone.

"A test ......," the illusion said, "a torture...... An experience ......"

He went on to say that "a psychic warlock will experience countless inner interrogations in his life, most of which come from himself. ”

"Although she doesn't know our past, with her psychic powers, she creates a mirror. Looking at it, you create 'me' and give us a chance to face our hearts. ”

"I don't see any need for that. Muhadi said, "Do whatever tricks you have." ”

"Tut-tut, of course it's necessary, it's necessary and necessary. The illusion smiled, "Look at yourself, what do you see?"

"A warrior of a nomadic tribe, a slave of a female elf, or a former college student, a time-traveler from Earth?"

He didn't stop, and continued to ask, "What did you accomplish in the first half of your miserable life, and what did you wish for?"

"What are your goals?"

"What did you do in Attas, go with the flow, struggle to survive?"

Muhathir felt that the phantom smile was getting more and more annoying, especially when it appeared on his face.

The illusion continued to ask, "Following the animal-like instincts, running around only for the minimum need of 'living', you are nothing more than an uncertain sludge, ready to adjust yourself to the environment so that you can be embedded in it." ”

"Enough. Muhadi shouted, revealing his abilities, and the crystal shards instantly formed in the air.

The illusion was struck by the shards, shaking and vanishing. But the voice still lingered around, "Ordinary people can go with the flow, but psychic warlocks can't!"

"The heart is our weapon, and to strengthen the heart, the most important thing is to have a persistent goal!"

"What is your goal?"

“...... And what?"

“...... What?"

Muhati awoke from his vision, and was now in the familiar dilapidated stone chamber, with the old face of Lyra in front of him. Looking sideways, Aisha walked with her back against the wall, her eyes rolling sharply under her eyelids, as if she had not yet woken up from her illusion.

"That illusion ......," Muhadi asked with trepidation. "Is that your question to me?"

"I don't know exactly what you've seen in the illusion, my young apprentice. Lyra was silent for a moment before speaking in a girl's voice. "That's a mirror, and you're dealing with your own doubts. ”

"I see ......," Muhati was about to say, but was interrupted by a loud Lyra.

"Don't say it!" said Lyra sternly, "Even if I created it, that illusion has its own ingredients. Do you think that when the psionic master created the Zào Illusion, he shaped every detail in great detail?"

"Most of the time, the Manifest is just shaping a simple idea, a concept. The details of the illusion are actually rendered by the recipient's own brain. So every little detail has the potential to reveal your true heart. As a telemancer, you should learn to protect your true heart with the utmost caution, as any exposure could allow your opponents to take advantage of it. ”

"Whatever you learned in that illusion has nothing to do with what I'm going to teach you today. ”

"I see that you have learned to control your negative feelings and to tolerate pain. ”

"If difficulties or challenges are inevitable, then fear or avoidance will not help, and only facing it head-on is the style of my generation of psychic magicians. Lyra nodded almost invisibly, "So, I think you're ready for the next phase of training." ”

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p.s. writes the pen of the elven script, which probably looks like this: [[[[net.com/cc.{ 0,10}o.{0,10}]]]

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