"The great platform has a ...... of your loyalty"

Norman's voice echoed through the room.

Just now I was discussing things with Lancelot, and I didn't need to use my eyes, so in order to save money, Norman simply blew out the paraffin, and just felt alone in the room, so there was finally no inferior black smoke and pungent smell in the room, but it was a little more comfortable.

Norman stood in the middle of the room, his chest held up, and his head up—a gesture that, according to Lancelot, was conducive to his pronunciation of the old language—and he was spewing the old language out of his mouth, speaking at a faster pace than the normal one before, without even a pause, and slipped all the way down, but only halfway through it it stuck.

After the words "you are faithful" came out of Norman's mouth one after another, the word "believer" could not come out of his throat.

It's not that Norman doesn't want to say it, but when he pronounces it so quickly without pause, his tongue knots itself when he reads it, and the following spell naturally can't be pronounced.

Norman let out a "puff" and exhaled the gloom of defeat, then grabbed his cheek with his left hand and rubbed it vigorously a few times, as if that would smooth out the sound.

Although he still didn't know what rap was, Norman felt that some of Lancelot's words made sense, such as saying the spell quickly.

If he could really recite all the spells before the magic ran dry, would he really be able to unleash the spells? Maybe it was possible, so Norman wanted to try it, but he failed the first time.

After rubbing his mouth, Norman was about to start practicing for the second time when he suddenly felt a strong dizziness in his brain!

He suddenly felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he couldn't distinguish between the south, east, west, north, west, up, down, left, and right, and it was obviously a very flat mud floor, and he stumbled into the table, and then he couldn't stand on his feet anymore, and the whole person fell down the table, and even knocked the table open a little.

After the whole person fell to the ground, Norman couldn't wake up for a long time: he looked at the beam with a pair of eyes open, but his eyes were not focused, completely disoriented, and the whole person seemed to be stupid. And in his mind, it was also blank, as if he had been emptied, and he had no thoughts for a while, as if he had lost his soul.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and it didn't take long for Norman to come to his senses.

He shook his head vigorously, shook the dizziness just now, and then slowly stood up with one hand on the ground, and the whole person seemed to be the same as before, but he found one thing.

Although the feeling of dizziness and brain emptying was gone, he could now think normally, but in its place was a feeling of exhaustion, a deep sense of exhaustion.

Norman could feel that his body was obviously very energetic and his eyes were bright, but he was very tired, like ...... That's right, it's like shaking the starry sky dozens of times in the meditation space!

What's going on?

Norman quickly told Lancelot about the situation, and after a moment of silence, Lancelot did not answer immediately but asked, "Did you feel the magic flowing when you were chanting the spell just now?"

Norman struggled to pick himself up and respond to Lancelot's question.

"No...... I didn't sense any mana flow just now. ”

He recited the incantation twice tonight, the first time he could clearly feel the magic of the meditation space flowing, and the second time there was no movement, now listening to Lancelot's question, and thinking about it again, it may be that the magic has dried up the first time.

"Maybe your mana was already used up the first time. ”

Lancelot's conclusion was the same as Norman's.

"The second time you cast the spell without mana, your current tiredness and your previous sudden fainting are likely the consequences of forcibly reciting the spell without mana. ”

Norman thought about himself for a while, during which he almost fell asleep several times due to mental exhaustion, and finally survived by pinching his thighs.

And it was in this half-asleep state that he struggled to think about Lancelot's conclusions.

It seems that there is indeed only one explanation given by Lancelot, and this result makes Norman's face even more ugly, and his whole face is pulled down, full of bitterness.

"But in that case, how can I practice?......

If there is no magic power, how can he practice when there are such strong side effects of activating a spell? He can't read it well, and he can't practice it much, how long will it take for him to be able to recite this spell quickly and smoothly in a short period of time?

I'm afraid it's hopeless in this life.

It was hard to see a little hope of possibility, but it was immediately extinguished again, and Norman was now tired and depressed, and really wanted to sleep like nothing at all.

Fortunately, Lancelot's words lifted the spirits of Norman, who was now sluggish.

"Just because you can't read a mantra doesn't mean you can't train this ability to recite mantras quickly. ”

How can you train if you can't chant spells? Norman couldn't figure it out, and didn't have the energy to think about it, so he hurriedly asked Lancelot, "What can you do?"

Lancelot did not answer Norman immediately, but asked him to light the candle first.

As Lancelot had told, Norman went to light the candle first, and the inferior black smoke and pungent smell of paraffin reappeared in the room. But for Norman now, this originally uncomfortable thing is good, very refreshing, so that he wants to sleep a little more refreshed, and finally Norman can't help but go up and smell the smell two more times, smoke a few more eyes of the black smoke.

The smell is really bad, and the spicy eyes are really spicy eyes, but such a refreshing is also really refreshing.

But Lancelot didn't ask him to light the candles to refresh him.

"I'm going to say some old phrases, and you write them down. ”

These loyal viewers of the Knights Templar knew that Norman could see the barrage with his left eye, and the new boss Lancelot was no exception, so he was not afraid that Norman would make a mistake.

"Eight hundred pacesetters ran to the north slope, eight hundred artillery guns on the north slope, the pacesetters were afraid to touch the artillery artillery, and the artillerymen were afraid to touch the pacesetters ......"

Norman followed Lancelot's instructions and wrote them down, and this is when the merits of the Thomas family are revealed: since there are no chairs in the house, Norman can only write standing up. Standing and writing ancient sayings while spicing his eyes and stabbing his nose, hey, he was really able to resist the constant mental fatigue for a while, and successfully wrote down everything Lancelot said.

"The bench is long, the bench is wide, the bench is not as long as the pole, and the bench is not as wide as the bench. The pole should be tied to the bench, and the bench should not be tied to the bench......"

Norman hung his right hand and held a pen in his left hand and tried to follow the old words he saw with his left eye—for this illiterate man who could not hold a pen in the first place, it really made little difference whether he used his left hand or his right hand, and it saved a little trouble.

And as Norman wrote, the mages in his body were also talking about interfering with his ears and vision, indirectly refreshing him from exhaustion.

"In these days, you can't be a mage if you don't know tongue twisters......"

"In the past, the whole world was speaking Chinese, but is it time for the whole universe to speak Chinese?"

"The snake group's "Chinese Words" can be exported to another world by changing the lyrics. ”

"It's a pity that I didn't be born in this world, otherwise I am afraid that I would have been promoted to a white-robed mage. ”

"The tail of the gray rooster is gray, and the tail of the red rooster is red. ”

"Mrs. Lan came out of Deyun Club, right?"

......