The employment contract was verbally finalized, and after Allen paid his salary for the month, Raphael couldn't wait to start teaching.

The rules are as follows: one class a day, each session of no more than two hours. The course is based on Allen's questions, and if there are no problems, then it is up to Raphael himself to decide what to teach, limited to magic of course.

Five gold coins a month is of course more than that, and if you have any questions outside of the course, you can always ask Raphael for advice, provided that Eren goes to him instead of him coming to Alan.

To put it simply, this guy wants to finish today's class quickly and go clubbing on Perfume Street.

In this regard, Alan has no meaning, he can already use magic, but because he can't use it for a certain problem, he is also very anxious.

and Raphael told him about the situation he is currently facing, Raphael smiled and said simply, and was about to answer, when he suddenly remembered that he had given the answer directly now, what would he teach after he was done?

So he rolled his eyes for a moment, and said slowly, "Show me the magic power." ”

Alan didn't pay attention to his thoughts, he was in a more excited mood now, but he didn't have time to observe his expression, in fact, no one who was going to release magic could not remain calm.

According to Raphael's words, Alan unleashed his manipulative magic to demonstrate it, then withdrew it, looking expectantly at Raphael sitting across the desk.

"How do you feel?"

"Feelings?"

"Yes, it feels. ”

"You don't feel anything, do you?"

"Stupid, don't you feel anything when you pick up this cup with magic?"

"Uh, the cup is heavy and cold?"

"Well, that's it. Raphael nodded, then stretched out his left hand and drank softly: "Mipa!"

As the words fell, a flame burned from his slightly open left hand, and the bright yellow flame wrapped around his left hand, shining on Raphael's face flickering, he maintained the posture of his left hand stretched forward, and said to Allen: "You can use magic to sense my fireball technique again and see what you can feel." ”

"It's not going to be burned, is it?" Alan was a little afraid that the magic power he had cultivated with great difficulty would be burned out.

Raphael said angrily: "Hurry up, I'm not at the point where I can cast a soul fireball." ”

"Okay. ”

Eren nodded, then unleashed his magic and slammed into the bright yellow flames that had been burning.

As soon as they met, a blazing heat came from it, and Alan swooped back his magic power, and subconsciously shouted: "It's so hot!"

Raphael touched the beard on the side of his mouth with one hand, and said with a smile: "You touch it with your hand again!"

Seeing that he didn't look like he had bad intentions, Alan hesitated for a moment, and didn't ask any more questions such as whether he would burn his hands, but directly stretched out his right hand.

Cautiously touching the flames, a cool touch came from it, and he frowned: "How is it possible?"

"How could it be. Raphael raised his eyebrows, shook his hand to disperse the fireball, and said: "This fireball in front of you is not a real fireball, it is a special magic that I transformed according to the water balloon technique, I call it Raphael's wonderful fireball technique!"

"Uh, is it a water ball or a fireball?"

Raphael replied triumphantly, "The water ball, but it looks like a fireball." ”

"Does it just look like a fireball?

"Nope. ”

"What's the use of that?"

"Don't you think that's cool?"

“......”

"Really cool"

Alan thought about the "fireball" just now, and then looked at Raphael, who was a little speechless.

But then a question came to his mind: "Then how can it be blazing when I feel it with my magic?"

"yes, why?" asked Raphael.

Alan thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Could it be that the magic feels wrong?"

"That's right!"

Raphael replied in the affirmative, adding: "The touch you feel with magic is not really touch, but what you think it is!"

"You feel the fiery heat of the spell I unleashed, but as you can see, it's actually a ball of water. ”

"So, don't trust the perception of magic. ”

Alan was thoughtful.

Raphael added: "But you also need to learn to trust its perception!"

Alan frowned and looked at Raphael, not understanding why he would say such contradictory words.

"In fact, if you use it as a hand, it's wrong in itself, so the information it feeds back to you is also wrong!" Raphael said: "You should think of it as your eyes, nose, ears, and even your brain!"

Eyes, nose, ears, brain?

Alan pondered the passage and, at Raphael's urging, finally closed his eyes.

Normally, the environment after closing his eyes should be pitch black, but after he pondered the communication magic of this passage repeatedly and tried it with his heart, a little bit of color gradually appeared in the darkness.

At first it was a small amount of cyan, then yellow, then blue, gray, and as he threw his whole body and soul into the magic that he controlled, the other side of the world unfolded before him.

Cyan particles of light are everywhere, filling every place where there is air, bright yellow particles gather and disperse with the light, there are more places where the sun is hot, and few places where the sun is dim, a small number of earthy gray particles gather in the castle under your feet, and in the shadows of the bookshelves, the dark particles are erratic.

The desk was next to the stone window, and the sight shifted to the outside world along the window at hand, the gray particles in the earth could be seen everywhere, and on the coastline opposite the castle, countless blues dominated Allen's entire "line of sight".

The distant island is densely forested, and a little green looms.

His demonic power did not emanate from the outside world, and still existed mysteriously in his mind, but the current state of this power, as Raphael said, had become Alan's eyes, which could observe the "other world" around him at 365 degrees without blind spots.

But it's limited to the eyes, the rest of the nose, ears, and brains?

With this hint of doubt, Alan opened his eyes.

The colorful particles of light disappeared, and the real world, which was extremely blurred in the perception of magical power, became clear under the gaze of the eyes.

"Do you feel something?" Before he could ask, Raphael couldn't wait to ask.

"Don't all mages feel the same?" it was a little strange why he asked, but Alan didn't hide it, and told the truth about the world he felt.

"Bright yellow particles of light are the element of fire. ”

"Cyan, that's the wind element. ”

"Gray is the color of the earth, and blue is the water element that our water tower is best at. ”

"Black?green?"

Raphael looked at Alan with a strange face, and said inexplicably: "Black is a dark element, although the mages who can perceive it are very rare, but it is not too unusual, but green?"

"That's the color of life!"