It's snowing again in Atlantis, and the weather in this place is even more unpredictable than in the West. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMedea lies comfortably in the fur caravan, leaning back on a cushion made of winter wolf hair. The warm small stove and the lit incense make people forget the cold outside, and the bewitching beauty turns this small carriage into a luxurious room at the White Rose Hotel in the City of Radiance, and the rich are even willing to pay thousands of gold coins for a night's stay. The beauty of the incense car, the beauty of the incense car, the smoke is surrounded by the fragrance of the country.

"It's a month coming, and I don't know what happened to little El. Medea yawned and tightened her fur coat, ready to sleep again. I had been tossing in the woods for a long time, trying to unlock the secrets of Atlantis, but when Medea found that the frozen ground on the ground couldn't even be blasted with magic, she gave up and shrank in the caravan to live the life of a housemaiden who ate and waited for death.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a rustle outside, and Medea leaned out of the caravan to see a little beggar dressed in tattered animal skins, covered with wounds, and unkempt and embarrassed, slowly walking towards the carriage.

"Little Al!" Medea cheered and ran out of the caravan, stretching her arms around her chest. "Little Al, I want to kill you these days!", the voice in his throat was very sweet, completely different from the previous ones.

Al was caught off guard by being held directly into her arms, and his head was buried in two huge masses of softness. Al was not polite, and touched his face hard from side to side, and then pulled his head out.

"Don't think that you will be spared by letting go of benefits, and if you behave well in the future, you will be able to reduce your sentence. Al threatened viciously.

"Little Al, don't. The teacher is also for your own good. Medea muttered.

"Ahem, I'm tired from cultivation, my shoulders are a little sore, help me rub them. Al snorted as he tilted his head.

"Little El, teacher, I have been practicing astrology for many years, and recently I found that your way back to Thorn Castle was full of disasters and disasters, including blood and light. Medea's voice was as gentle as water.

Al shuddered, and slipped into the fur caravan, unable to do anything in the face of this shameless and unbeatable teacher. Al rolled his eyes when he saw the lavish interior of the caravan. These were all bought with his money, but now they are full of scars, just like a local tyrant who spent a lot of money on his wallet, but he was beaten by several big men when he jumped from the immortals, and he was ruined and ruined. Remembering that the Thorn Castle had not been repaired for nearly a hundred years, Al felt a heartache.

The caravan moved at once, and the winter wolves who pulled the cart seemed to have stayed for a long time, and became bolder, and the wolf howls came and went, and as a result, the impatient Medea turned on the grid, and they were all honest again. Al poked his head out and gave Atlantis one last look, "Land of Hope, what secrets do you have, I don't know when you will come again." ”

The journey back was not uneventful, but the winter wolf pulling the cart caused several riots in the western territory, scaring many people, and even the western army stationed on the border was dispatched, and finally relied on the iron thorns of El to settle it. Before you know it, the Thorn Castle is close at hand.

Al's return caused another commotion, and the Duchess was still graceful and decent, though she still showed her inner excitement when she stroked Al's scarred and trembling hand. The old butler gave Al a big hug, his grinning mouth widening and his beard curling higher. Grell rarely didn't reprimand him for the random clothes he bought on the side of the road. Freeman didn't say anything, just gave him a knightly salute of the most standard. The Duke made an exception and returned home early from the government hall and gave him a good sword.

I just feel so good to be home!

The next day, Al stood in the back forest, looking at the tiny icicle in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh. After training in Atlantis, his spiritual power has indeed made great progress, and releasing a small fire bomb, a small Xiaoice cone, etc. is easy to pinch, and there will no longer be the embarrassment of being like a six-vein divine sword. But the problem is that his progress is too small, and the magic that can be used in battle is far from being learned. It's okay to sneak up on it with a rudimentary magic like a fire bomb, but when you really want to do it, you still have to use a knife to cut people, is this still a noble mage? No wonder the legendary mages are all old men in their seventies and eighties, but there is a freak around him, Al once asked Medea about this question, and the answer was: "Because I am a genius." Al wanted to complain at the time: "You also have red hair, do you think you are Sakuragi Hanamichi?", so he could only draw a circle silently in the corner alone: "People are different." However, Al knew that he was in a race against time, and if he couldn't cross the line between mortals and geniuses, how could he save the world from a catastrophe that none of those geniuses could resist?

Al knew the problem was that he couldn't understand the complex models of the arrangement of the elements, which in Earthly parlance was "spatial imagination" enough. And Al was a mathematical scum before the crossing, and three-dimensional geometry was the scum of the scum, learning mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and he was not afraid to go all over the world, and the older generation did not deceive me. So when he was idle, Al tried his best to remember his shallow knowledge of science, hoping to find some golden finger or something. Not to mention, he really came up with something with a big enough brain.

"The elements will be affected by the spiritual power of people, I remember seeing a news article on the earth before, saying that the human spirit is actually a kind of electromagnetic wave, electromagnetic waves are not electricity, maybe the current has a certain effect on the elements. "But it doesn't make sense, why doesn't it matter when the mage releases the electric magic, and there is nothing special when the Medea woman releases the power grid." After thinking about it, Al pondered two points: "It is estimated that the energy of the current is not enough, or the concentration of the elements is not enough." So he told Medea about this idea.

"Do you think that no one has tried it before, and has done experiments on the stimulation of high temperatures, low temperatures, and electric currents of the elements, but there is no response, in fact, it is known that the greatest impact on the elements is mental power and sound. Medea was dismissive of Al's vision.

"Have you done it all?" Al lowered his head and muttered for a moment, "What about the Yuan Stone, the Yuan Stone should be the substance with the highest concentration, no matter how strong a mage's spiritual power is, the concentration of condensed elements should not be as good as the Yuan Stone, and it can't continue to emit elements like the Yuan Stone." ”

Medea frowned, "Little Al, you're crazy. You know the value of Yuanshi, no mage would do such a luxurious thing. Even if you are the heir of the Lord of the Western Realm, the Realm of Divine Radiance has restrictions on the Yuan Stones that you can export from the Western Realm, and the Yuan Stones you cultivated before are the only inventory accumulated by the Duke's Mansion for hundreds of years. If you spend precious Yuan Stones now, then your strength will stagnate for a long time. ”

Al sighed, is it time to gamble again? Although there is no need to gamble on his life this time, for El, time is life, and the inability to increase his strength for a period of time makes him uncomfortable than killing him.

It is madness that indulges in gambling, and it is lust that stands at the table, but there are gamblers who are neither, they are poor people imprisoned by fate. Even if the odds of winning are only 1 in 100 million, they can only close their eyes and throw themselves as dice. The consequence of losing a gamble is the loss of life, and the consequence of not gambling is that life cannot bear it.

"Teacher Medea, you once said that I chase power. I don't deny that. But at the same time, I also believe in the saying that knowledge is power. ”

"Is knowledge power? Medea chewed on this sentence and exclaimed, "Incisive and philosophical, which sage said it." ”

"Five hundred years ago, a Mr. Burn (Francis Bacon) said, "You are a loner and have not heard of normality. ”

"How can there be a name like Pei, you are bluffing me again. ”

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There is always no shortage of bad weather in the West, just like strict parents, dark clouds are commonplace, and only the occasional sunshine can make the family happy for a long time. However, it is still rare to see such lightning and thunder as today, and the weather is angry. The doors of every house are closed, and even the animals in the mountains are gone.

However, in such a ghostly weather, thirty miles outside the city of thorns, two figures sneaked up on a high mountain. Carrying a large package much taller than his own height and soaked in rain, Al cursed the weather and glanced at the side jealously. Medea, dressed in cool clothes, stood in the water like a hibiscus in clear water, and what was even more amazing was that the rain hit her as if she was isolated by a cover, and her clothes were not wet at all.

"Strong mental power, high magical attainments, amazing. Al muttered angrily, this woman was empty-handed, but she didn't even want to help him with an umbrella, and one day she must be put in a position of eighteen, eighteen.

But scolding, Al didn't stop in his hand, took off the package, and ripped off the rainproof cloth, revealing a lightning rod, which he removed from the top of the Thorn Fort, and could only pray that the Thorn Castle would be okay tonight. "It's broken, and there's just a reason to fix it. Al comforted himself.

In this way, a lightning rod is installed at the top of the mountain, and unlike ordinary ones, the lightning rod is not connected to the earth, but is sandwiched by two pieces of metal, and three yuan stones are tied underneath. This is the only stock El has on hand. Fortunately, this work was done by Medea, if El came to do it, he would not die or be crippled by lightning.

The thunder and lightning in the sky roared incessantly, as if he was not angry that the sharp cone on the hillside had stabbed at him like a sword, and in a short time several huge bolts of lightning slashed at the lightning rod, to make this thing that offended his majesty look good.

The ensuing scene was like a myth, and Al vowed that no matter how many times he reincarnated, he would never forget what he saw: first electricity, then fire, and then, like a group of demons, all kinds of magical phenomena appeared around the lightning rod. Ice and fire go hand in hand, wind and electricity mingle, and clods of earth swirl like children. There seemed to be a large hand in the darkness, rubbing these magical phenomena together and throwing them in front of El. Beside El, Medea was so shocked that she lost the ability to speak.

It was a magnificence that no human being had ever seen, and it seemed as if the door of truth was opening in the midst of lightning and thunder.