"There are three basic elements to a successful spell. ”

Franklin was talking eloquently to Norman, and he was smiling even though he was usually unsmiling at the students.

Genius students always have to be treated differently, so that Norman can feel the love and kindness from his teacher.

"First, you have to make a contract with a god so that you can access his powers, which are fundamental to the casting of spells, second, you must master at least one spell that works, and third, you must have enough magic power to channel the power of the spell. ”

Sure enough, casting a spell requires signing a contract with the gods......

This was the same thing Norman had guessed before, and the spell spell was what he had expected, and it was the last one he had seen in Peggy, and it was the last one that he was a little incomprehensible.

"Magic?"

The new word made Norman frown, "What is this?"

Franklin explained, "This is a mysterious power that can only be obtained through cultivation, which usually exists in your body, and when you need it, you can use special methods to mobilize it to serve you, so as to activate spells. ”

Franklin's statement is undoubtedly very abstract, but he is certainly a teacher, and he is still effective in simplifying complex knowledge, and immediately changes the way he says: "You can think of it as your muscles, and when you cast a spell, you punch someone." You have muscles to hit someone, and the more muscles you have and how strong you are, the more painful it will be for you to hit someone. ”

This statement is much easier to understand, and Norman understood it at once.

In other words, the magic is the muscles in his body, right?

Because of the presence of a group of people living in his body, Norman accepted the concept very easily, and then he suddenly remembered the last time he tried to cast a spell.

He still remembers that when he recited the incantation, he seemed to feel something flowing in his body?

"Is magic the same thing as water?"

Norman tried to recall how he felt, trying to reconstruct it, "It's like there's a puddle of stuff running around in your body?"

If that thing was really magical, wouldn't he have two elements directly, and he would be the last one to sign the contract?

At the thought of this, Norman's mind suddenly became hot.

No, he doesn't even need to go to a church school, he can directly become a mage and a nobleman!

But Franklin poured cold water on his head.

"It's not. ”

Franklin directly denied Norman's claim, "It does feel like water, but magic is stored in your sea of magic, and it doesn't flow." ”

It turns out that thing is not magic.

Norman sighed inwardly, feeling that he was a little further away from the name of a mage.

But he quickly adjusted his emotions and began to dwell on the new word that had just appeared.

"Sea of Mana?

"This brings us to the anatomy of the human body. ”

Franklin said, "There is a mysterious space in our minds, and in that mysterious space, there are three things, namely the subtitle galaxy, the sea of magic, and the Tower of Babel. ”

"SubtitlesThe galaxy is the same thing as the sky above us, the only difference is that there is no sun, no moon, only stars in this sky. These stars are all ancient words, how many ancient words you master, how many stars will light up on your subtitle galaxy. ”

"The Sea of Magic is the second thing in this mysterious space, and it is also the place where the magic is stored. The larger the sea of mana, the more mana it stores, the more powerful the spells that the mage can unleash. And the Tower of Babel is the third thing in this mysterious space. ”

"The top of the Tower of Babel is connected to the subtitle galaxy, and the bottom is rooted in the sea of magic, supporting this mysterious space......"

Franklin had a lot to say about Subtitles, Galaxy and Sea of Magic, but he didn't know much about Babel, and it seemed that he didn't know much about it himself. And Norman always felt strange when he heard what he said, not in the same order as Franklin usually spoke, as if he were reciting a book.

“...... This is the source of the mage's power, the meditation space. ”

Franklin finished without saying a word or two on the Tower of Babel, which made Norman even more convinced that the other party really didn't know much about the Tower of Babel.

But this point was immediately forgotten by Norman: compared to the trivial matter that Franklin did not know much about the Tower of Babel, there was another, much more important thing that attracted Norman.

"Then how can you enter that mysterious space?!"

Norman couldn't wait to ask.

He only now knew that there was such a place in his body! Those mages in his body might just live in that meditation space, and if he knew how to get in, then he would be able to go in and talk to them face to face so that they wouldn't always quarrel with him in the future! After all, although the current Norman can resist those voices and old sayings that he is forced to see constantly, it is always uncomfortable to have such a group of guys in your ear all day long, isn't it?

He also wanted to live a normal life where no one was talking to him all the time.

As for why you have to go inside to discuss it, instead of communicating in the ancient language now...... If he said that, the guys wouldn't listen, but when he went in, he couldn't help but listen to him. If you don't listen, then taste his fists.

Norman had forgotten that if the old sayings were really mages, they wouldn't know who was going to taste the fists when they came face to face.

"First you have to make a contract with the gods. ”

Franklin didn't know the twists and turns in Norman's heart, and thought that Norman was eager to learn, so he answered Norman's question very happily.

"Once you have made a contract with a god, the god you believe in will naturally guide you into the meditation space. ”

Well, after a big circle, I came back to the first point.

Norman followed after him and asked, "Then how do you sign a contract with the gods?"

He thought that Franklin would throw out a lot of new knowledge similar to subtitle galaxy and sea of magic to explain it, but he didn't expect Franklin's answer this time to be unusually concise, so concise that he was a little caught off guard.

"Look at fate. ”

In two simple words, Franklin's answer this time was so succinct.

"Look at fate?"

What the hell is this!

It's like Norman telling the king that he wants to be a nobleman, but the king tosses a coin and says that if the word is up, let him be a nobleman, and if the plane is up, he will not be a nobleman, which is too hasty and ridiculous, right!?

From the first time he came into contact with the ancient language to the present, the knowledge of spells has made Norman feel very rigorous and complicated, meticulous and meticulous, but he didn't expect to be so sloppy when he arrived at the most critical place.

"Yes, depending on fate. ”

Franklin repeated the simple phrase again.

Norman noticed that there was something wrong with Franklin's face at the moment: his eyes were distant, he should be thinking about something else, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the wings of his nose shrank slightly.

This kind of detail was familiar to Norman, and the guys in the village would show it before they wanted to scold.

But Mr. Franklin was, after all, an upper-class, cultured, elegant, and noble Mr. Mage, so he didn't scold like a country villager.

He simply stated: "Damn fate." ”

There's a story here......

Norman thought so, and echoed the curse, "your fate." ”

He scolded in an old language, as for how could he say this...... You've listened to it for more than ten years, and so will you.

Norman didn't fit Franklin purely, he did feel the same way: Franklin said that it was up to fate whether or not he could sign a contract, but what if fate decided that Norman couldn't sign a contract with a god and couldn't become a mage?

It is impossible to accept fate, and when the time comes, he has to find a way anyway, he must become a mage, and everything that prevents him from becoming a nobleman is his enemy, and fate is no exception.

So Norman scolded in advance, had a good time, and cheered himself up.

Of course, if fate decides that he can become a mage...... Haha, then this method of looking at fate to determine whether a person can become a mage or not is really too wise!