That night, Flandi continued to meditate, and for the past week, he had been doing it every day, and the feeling had become stronger and stronger in the past few days, and he always felt that the magic vortex had a feeling of fullness, but the magic seed had not been born.

Perhaps because of Mr. Bemi's enlightenment, Flandi doesn't care too much about generating magic seeds now. As Teacher Bemi said, even if it is born, so what? Lilia has condensed 37 magic seeds in a week, and even if it is born tonight, it will be 37 times slower than others, maybe 40 times, because others are also working hard.

Flandi, who opened the knot in his heart, felt that tonight was particularly smooth, every magic element was very obedient, let them do whatever they wanted, because he was not in a hurry, he even controlled a fire element to circle in each magic vortex, but the other attributes did not react, and finally was swallowed by the magic vortex of the fire attribute.

Last night, more than 1,500 magic elements had been channeled all night, and I had already felt the feeling of "fullness" that was about to reach the upper limit, but there was no next reaction, until tonight, when it was channeled to more than 1,100, the magic vortex finally stopped absorbing magic elements.

Flandi felt that this fire-attribute magic vortex was like a balloon that had been blown to the extreme, and a trace of air would explode if it was stuffed in. The magic vortex swirled wildly, and suddenly a huge, dazzling magic seed was born.

I've never seen other people's magic seeds look like, but Flandi feels that this magic seed is so big that it seems like a giant baby has been born, and it was finally produced.

And it was so bright that it illuminated the huge swirls of magic that lost their color.

After doing the math, this magic seed condensed at least more than fifteen thousand magic elements, and Flandi "looked" at this magic seed and smiled bitterly.

"Alas, even if the condensation is successful, what's the use?" Lilia can condense 40 pills a week, while she can only condense one, which means that her cultivation in one year is equivalent to 40 years of cultivation. It doesn't make sense!

"Think of it as a mental exercise!" Flandy reassured himself.

If you have no desire, you are strong, and since you no longer have the luxury of becoming a magician, the sense of loss in your heart is not so strong.

Controlling this magic seed back and forth in his body a few times, he felt more obedient to his own words than those magic elements, like his hands, feet and limbs, as if he was a part of his body. At the moment of thought, the magic seed appears where it is intended to appear.

Flandi held out a finger, and after a thought, the magic seed had come out of his body.

"Looks like I still have a full talent for magic. Although it is a little slower than the condensation of others. Flandi controlled the magic seed around his room, silky and unobstructed.

In a meditative state, one can "see" its shining brilliance, but when it appears outside the body, although it can also "see" its radiance, it does not illuminate any object, as if the light does not exist. Where it should be dark outside, it's still pitch black.

Flandi controlled it and let it fly out of the window, until it flew more than ten meters away, and then felt that the control was a little difficult, as if it was about to lose its grasp of it if it was farther away, and it also had a feeling that it was about to dissipate, so it was so frightened that it hurriedly withdrew it into its body.

Jokes, no matter how you put it, are the condensation of a week's hard work, and of course cannot be easily lost.

It's just that for a moment, Flandi's mental power seems to be drained, and the long-lost feeling of dizziness comes again.

"It seems that commanding magic seeds consumes a lot more spiritual power than channeling magic elements. But that's fine, my purpose is to exercise my mental strength. Flandi comforted himself in a different way.

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Day after day, year after year, in the blink of an eye, four years have passed, and in the first three years of these four years, the students have completed the basic knowledge and promoted to the secondary school together.

When I arrived at the secondary school, the twelve students who used to be in the same class in the primary school began to change, except for some theoretical classes to study together, many times they were not together, and only in the evenings could the friends of the island of Pusal be reunited.

Lilia, Vito, Annie, and Shirley have officially become trainee magicians, studying and doing some simple experiments in their respective Magister's magic labs, Ted and Flandy have already started training as a Magi, and Flandy continues to study the Alchemist course in addition to the Magior's course.

Thirteen years old and almost fourteen years old, Frandy has grown nearly a head taller than when he started, and now he is a big man of almost 1.8 meters, and the muscles on his body have gradually become contours, at this time, he is sweating profusely on the training ground with all the martial arts departments of the secondary school.

"Retreat!"

A middle-aged instructor on the coaching platform leads a group of teenagers in training. The instructor wears a badge with gold trim on his chest and two swords crossed together with seven stars, representing his identity as a seven-star swordsman.

The seven-star swordsman has been able to become a middle-level officer in the army, and there are at least a thousand people under his command, and only Oskaia University can have the luxury of inviting him to teach some hairy boys.

I saw nearly 100 teenagers under the coach's stage retreating with their legs back, holding big swords in both hands, drawing a half-arc in the air, turning around and sweeping, the tip of the sword pointing forward.

"Forward!" the middle-aged officer commanded loudly.

The boys took two big steps forward, their two-handed swords to the left and right, and finally slashed forward.

The youngest of these teenagers is thirteen or fourteen years old, and they have been promoted to primary schools such as Brandy and Ted, and have completed a year of basic physical training. The eldest is about eighteen or nineteen years old, all of them are old people in the middle school, and they are about to enter the university department.

Flandi was inconspicuous in the crowd, he was about the same height and size as the people around him, and he was surprised that only those who knew him were so tall that a thirteen-year-old child had grown so tall. The body is so strong.

Now Frandi is happy. Once on the island of Psal, when he was very young, he loved to run and keep his body open. After arriving in the imperial capital, the three-year primary school career made him a little uncomfortable, and after arriving in the middle school, he was finally able to stretch his fists and feet and practice martial arts with his classmates.

It's just a demon warrior, or an ordinary samurai, they all have to fight with their bodies, unlike magicians, who can attack the enemy from a distance. Therefore, the training of martial arts is crucial, and among the nearly 100 teenagers, only a few are people who want to become demon warriors in the future.

Samurai and Demon Samurai are two classes with very different identities. In the battle with Warcraft, low-level samurai are just cannon fodder, and only high-level samurai can have a certain amount of resistance power, and Demon Samurai can inflict fatal damage on Warcraft with the blessing of magic.

Therefore, as a demon warrior, Flandi can once again eat the meat of the demon beast. It made him feel very happy. Although the Warcraft meat stew is not too bad, it tastes good, and Flandy is already very satisfied, but unfortunately it can only be provided once a week.

After the morning training session, Frandy and Ted first went back to the villa to take a shower, and when Gustav returned, the three of them enjoyed lunch together.

Ted, who was once skinny, also began to develop, and after a year of training, his body was much stronger than when he was a child. And the strong Gustav did not choose to become a magic warrior, but has been accumulating magical knowledge, preparing to be a wise alchemist, but this is good, every morning in the alchemy theory class he will record the notes in detail, and then take them to Flender to learn, which gave Flandi a lot of help.

Now Flandi is mainly trained as a demon warrior, supplemented by an alchemist, and as for a magician. It's just a hobby. But the Wizard's lessons didn't fall behind, and Vito, Annie, Lilia, and Shirley all helped him learn theory. It's just that Vito's grades are not very good, and sometimes Flandi has to teach him in turn.

Every day is very fulfilling, and the seven children of Psalal Island, plus Shirley, who joined later, are all studying hard and full of hope for the future.