"What is magic?" was Lady Medea's first lesson to Al, and the first question. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Al had a thoughtful look on his face. As if she didn't expect Al to answer this question, the female mage said in a chant-like tone: "Magic is a weapon given to mankind by the gods, an ancient and mysterious ritual, a wisdom that surpasses mortals, a destruction, a hope, the beginning of desire, a source of power, and a power!", Al frowned, what is the matter with this teacher, the second illness? I saw Medea coming over like a child offering a treasure, "How about the poem I just thought of, and I was inspired for a while, and I was very interested in poetry." Al stared at her triumphant face, word by word, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your poetry, but this is class time, please be serious!"

"What, a nobleman doesn't talk about poetry, it's too literary. Medea grumbled, but looking at Al's angry face, her expression became serious. "Do you think what I just said was a waste of time or a joke?", Medea asked with a serious face, Al was stunned, could it be that what the teacher had just said had any meaning. I just wanted to think about it carefully, but I saw Medea make a grimace, "Just kidding, don't be serious, the main thing is to take the first class to liven up the atmosphere." Al was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and he desperately resisted the urge to open the window and throw the woman straight down, "Your sense of humor is really heartwarming, and the spring in the Westland is not so cold." Al sarcastically said, already secretly regretting leaving the woman behind.

As if sensing that El was on the verge of an explosion, the female mage finally relented, and she stretched out her right hand, and a fireball first appeared in the palm of her hand, and then the fireball suddenly disappeared, and the surface of her hand was covered with a layer of frost, and then the ice melted and turned into a cloud of silver lightning and lightning. "This is the difference between mages and warriors and priests, warriors don't know what the elements will form when they release the elements, and priests have to chant prayers when they release divine magic, they just pray to the gods, and that's what mages are proud of, we know what we're doing and how to do it. ”

"And what the hell is magic?" Al grasped the key.

"The gathering and arrangement of elements is just the essence of magic. Saying that, Medea put her hand away, "Isn't it a little disappointed, this is too simple, and the so-called mage uses spiritual power to affect the gathering and arrangement of elements to form magic." ”

"So the key to becoming a mage is how to perceive the elements with your own spirit, and the key to whether this mage is strong or not lies in the strength of your mental power?

Medea nodded, "You always get to the point, that's good, little Al." This is an excellent quality to become a powerful mage, as for how to exercise mental power......" A strange smile appeared on Medea's face.

Seeing this smile, a hint of malice appeared in Al's heart, and Medea took out a small box with her backhand, God knows where she hid before. The small box was made of unknown metal, and when Medea opened it, there was a small gray-black stone lying quietly inside, which looked inconspicuous. The moment Medea opened the box, Al felt something was wrong, but he couldn't feel anything wrong. "This is the Yuanshi, an aggregate of a large number of elements, emitting a large number of elements all the time, and it must be packed in a special box, otherwise after a period of time, it will completely evaporate and disappear. With that, Medea snapped the box shut, "Al, you know how warriors work. ”

"Of course, I know that the warrior exercises his body to the limit under extremely high intensity, and at that time, the body is overdrawn to the extreme, so it is relatively sensitive to replenishing energy from the outside world. At this, Al paused, he had fully understood.

Medea laughed evilly, she pointed to the books in the library room and said: "From today onwards, I will keep memorizing these books all the time, and I feel that my spirit is not good, so I will sense the Yuanshi until I feel the existence of the elements." With that, he handed the box in his hand to Al and turned to leave.

Al took the box and sank it, it seemed that the rumors of the amazing weight of the yuan stone were correct. Looking around at the library full of books, Al couldn't help but smile bitterly, he had had enough of cramming memories before he crossed over, and he didn't expect to have to suffer this after being reborn.

The next few days were like hell, and Al desperately memorized until his eyes turned black and his head was so groggy that he couldn't stuff a word anymore, so he took out the Yuanshi and tried to sense the element. But even if Al saw the flowers of this yuanshi, he didn't feel it at all, he looked at every fold and every particle of this yuanshi, but unfortunately it had no effect. Next, Al thought that maybe his method was wrong, and the feeling element was not to observe this Yuan Stone, so Al adopted the method of meditation, and after his mental power was exhausted, he emptied his head and tried his best to feel even a little difference. In this state, Al's sense of hearing, smell, and touch has been strengthened a lot, he can feel the softness of the breeze, he can hear the sound of footsteps far away, and he can smell a little smell of dust, but unfortunately these are useless to the elemental sense, on the contrary, they also play a role in interference. The Buddha said, "Let go of emptiness!" But how can a person be empty?

Endorse like this, exhaust your mental power, use all kinds of methods to sense the elements, sleep and recover, and the cycle repeats. Al seemed to fall into a kind of frenzy, eating and drinking and chewing wax, all kinds of sounds were heard in the ears, and Al repeated it mechanically, until one day he tripped over a chair and fell to the ground, and Al tried to get up, but found that his body was not commanded, and he could not even move a finger. It was as if his head had been suddenly cut open by an axe, his headache was splitting, his facial muscles were uncontrollable, his whole body was shaking like a spasm, tears were flowing uncontrollably, Al wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. Al lay on the ground, wailing and sobbing, the afternoon sun shining through the window, and the whole room was lit up, but Al was so distressed that it seemed that the light of the whole world had abandoned him, and his consciousness slowly sank into darkness.

"Al, Al, ......", when he was confused, a burst of shouts came, and then Al felt a coolness on his head, and his consciousness slowly pulled back. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw Medea looking at him playfully.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who isn't a mage use their brains to such an extent, and you're really desperate. But, little Al, if you don't have talent, no matter how hard you try, it's useless. ”

The words "no talent" made Al's eyes darken, and he almost fainted again. "Impossible! Impossible! If I lose all my talents, then what's the point of me being reborn again, is it just to eat and wait for death until disaster strikes?" Al roared inwardly, grabbing the Iron Thorn Badge on his chest, clutching it so tightly that it seemed like he was going to take it into his palm.

Parents, Greer, Scheegman...... His thoughts drifted to the past, and vivid impressions resurfaced in his mind, until he recalled the last battle before his rebirth, and he seemed to be back in the blood-stained battlefield. The glow of light, the magic of the apocalypse, the sounds of fighting, the shouts, and the fearlessness and determination of the warriors, it was the last time when the rebels bloomed and withered.

Sergei, my flag bearer, was stabbed several times but still held high the banner, and you refused to fall until you were finally killed, and the iron thorns still fluttered on the battlefield. Tristan, ascetic of the priesthood, even if your spiritual power has been exhausted, even if you can't stand at that time, you still pray to the gods, pray for hope, pray for victory. Michelle, "a mage who only fights himself", "Michelle the lagging his feet", "Michelle the cowardly", where are you cowardly in the end, you are besieged and summoned a huge lightning bolt to slash at you, and also slashed dozens of enemies, even if you are crushed. And Sabel, the brave Sabel, the loyal Sabel, has always followed me, guarded me, and accompanied me to kill the enemy until the end.

"Schlieffen, Get, Yodel, Moncarlo, Grant, Merry, Pushlov, Shekref, King...... You fought until the end, never feared, never gave in. What about me? What am I here for? What am I here to be born again? I am here to resist this calamity, I am here to protect you, I am here to lead you to the final victory. This is the purpose of my rebirth! My mission here! What I have to do!"

Al opened his eyes, stared at Medea, and said word by word, "I have talent, I must have talent, I must become a powerful mage." Medea looked into Al's eyes, her heart pounding, forgetting that it was a twelve-year-old child. What kind of eyes are they, resolute and hot, a flame that will never be extinguished fueled by faith, not only in the hearts of men, but also in the souls of men.

Medea traveled around the kingdom of St. Teresa, she went to many places and met many people. She had seen men begging for a living in the ghetto, merchants bargaining, elegant and noble nobles, priests serving the gods, and many other mages. The mean, the greedy, the hypocritical, the wise, the noble, the hedonistic, the struggling, the fighting...... There are all kinds of people, but only a few people have such eyes.

It was a man who was carrying a heavy load and trying to move forward.