At the end of the lesson, Kant summed it up by saying, "The lever of magic is also the key to the magic door, make good use of it, children, one day, when you open the door, you may be able to pry the whole world." ”

The hall burst into applause.

Constantine yawned and quietly walked out of the hall amid applause.

The second class is the Mathematics of Magic, and the two main events of this subject are Magical Algebra and Plane Geometry.

"Opening the door to the wizarding world requires quick thinking, a good foundation in mathematics, and numbers and graphics are essential tools. The class was taught by a bald magician, chattering: "Whether it is the drawing of the magic array, or the theoretical framework of advanced magic, it is inseparable from the assistance of mathematical tools, if the calculation of a plane coordinate is not in place, you may be teleported from the toilet to the orc settlement of the wild continent, so, children, cheer up, come to the next problem." ”

Constantine listened attentively to the lesson, and in the end, in the chaos of his mind, only two clear thoughts lingered: What is this?

Heine was not alone in feeling the same way, Heine, who sat next to Constantine, tugged at his beautiful hair in agony, groaned, "Oh my God, I feel a dragon in my head, roaring, trampling on the field of my poet's mind. ”

Ora, who was reading next to him, raised her head slightly and said, "Wouldn't it? ”

Constantine and Heine glanced at each other, and for the first time since the beginning of the school year, the two roommates found a tacit sense of sympathy in each other's eyes.

"We'll leave our homework to you after that, and you don't sleep much anyway!" Heine snapped.

Euler still let out an "oh" and continued to work on the question.

What made the "great" poet Heine hate even more was the afternoon spell class.

Spells and runes are both important mediums used by magicians to harness their magical powers, and learning magic spells is not an easy task, in addition to the standard magic language that they have been exposed to since childhood, young mages also have to master dragon language, ancient elven language and other languages, these languages have different grammar systems, and the pronunciation is extremely strange, many syllables cannot be recited with human vocal cords at all.

The magic teacher who took this class was a half-elf mage, which can be seen from his slightly pointed ears and delicate appearance.

The mage, who lived for more than two hundred and fifty years and was dressed in the style of the last century, meticulously taught his students to recognize the strange shapes of ancient writing.

When it came time to practice vocalization, the classroom was filled with demons, and the students blushed and tried to blend ancient spells into magic words, often resulting in a bunch of unanimous spells that sounded like curses.

"Oh my God, these people are simply blaspheming the sacred and beautiful words. Heine was in the midst of a group of unidentified creatures with a distressed expression.

Constantine also shook his head helplessly, when it came to fighting, there were few students in the entire academy who were his opponents, and if he wanted to memorize theological or magical classics, he was confident that he could handle it safely, but learning such illogical things was really beyond his ability.

The situation of the two courses of astrology and alchemy was much better, and I don't know if it was because of the benefits brought by the extraordinary mental power in the astrology test, he almost didn't have much effort to memorize the star tables listed in the astrology class.

As for the basics of alchemy, not to mention the fact that Constantine, as a bounty hunter, had too many magical materials to count, and identifying those colorful substances was a piece of cake for him.

The day passed, and the students finished their meals in the college cafeteria, returned to the castle, and began to complete their heavy homework.

"What the hell is this, my lord!" Heine shook his fist angrily at the pile of homework, "the teachers of this shit academy, you are literally murdering a great bard of the future. ”

.........

After weeks of studying, Constantine was distressed to find that he seemed to be unable to keep up with the pace of study at the Royal Academy of Magic.

During the day, he would stand in the classroom and practice all kinds of awkward incantations, in the afternoon he would walk through a pile of alchemical instruments and materials, and at night he would stay in the library of the academy, swimming in a sea of formulas, words, and diagrams.

The door of the magical world, he hadn't fully pushed it open, only let the door reveal a few gaps, and through the light projected from behind the door, he could faintly glimpse an extremely wonderful world, but that world was infinitely far away from him.

Although his talent in magic is really not comparable to many geniuses in his class, he can only rely on diligence to make up for the gap with his peers little by little.

I have to say that Constantine's ability to become a top-ranked existence in the Hunters' Guild has nothing to do with talent, but what really drives him to work hard is the resilience and stubbornness that have been honed by life and death since childhood, as well as some secrets that cannot be declared.

On that bloody night, he was the only survivor of Winterfell.

Whenever he thought of that day in his dreams, the white-clothed figure standing on the head of the burning city, gradually moving away, he would involuntarily wake up.

Although he no longer had the same lingering palpitations as he did when he was a child, Constantine still remembered the words of his mother and father when they were leaving.

I have to grow up right away! This idea has been with the teenager for decades, and it has never wavered.

In order to become stronger, to be able to proudly announce that surname in front of the world one day, and to have the ability to face the dragon lancer in the future, the boy tried his best to continue to learn and digest every bit of knowledge as he did when he first became a hunter.

Do whatever it takes!

Like a ruthless campaign commander, he accurately allocates every minute and every second, reading, doing questions, and resting, squeezing his potential in magic little by little with the strong execution of a high-level hunter.

Constantine felt like he had gone back a few years, when he stood beside the mysterious man, gritted his teeth and waved his wrist under his indifferent gaze, practicing each sword with precision until he could catch all the falling coins.

There was another boy with him at that time, and he remembered that the guy's favorite thing to do was to slam his sword on the back of the head when he wasn't looking, and proudly said that it was to help him train his vigilance as a swordsman.

The process was hard and a new experience for Constantine, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, desperately burning his limited energy to deal with countless unknown knowledge.

His diligence seems a little abnormal in someone's eyes.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" Heine crawled out of the bed, rubbed his eyes, and asked Constantine, who was sitting by the light and reading at his desk, "Why are you learning from this madman?"

Euler, who was called a "madman", did not answer, but just read books and wrote questions.

"I just want to learn more, by the way, what should I do about this problem?" Constantine bit his pen and asked Euler for help.

"The brilliance is above, and I am a normal person in this dormitory. Heine muttered and fell asleep, "Just keep your discussion quiet." ”

"This question is very easy, I will give you a formula, you can do the math yourself. Euler glanced at the question, which took up almost half a page, scribbled a string of mathematical formulas under the paper with a quill, and then turned to read the book again.

Constantine stared at the extremely simple and beautiful formula composed of a few simple symbols and numbers, even if he was not very proficient in magical mathematics, he was shocked by the genius revealed between the lines, "What kind of formula is this?" ”

"Of course the teacher in the academy won't talk about it, because he doesn't know either, I invented it myself. Euler replied casually.

Constantine sighed, and an unprecedented sense of frustration suddenly appeared in his heart, the result of his hard work, in the eyes of many people, was it so easy to obtain?

He simply put down the exercise and looked at the book at the top of Euler's desk, called "A Study in the Curvature of Space", which was thicker, thicker than several textbooks in Constantine's hand combined.

"Is it okay to ask you a question?" said Constantine, looking at the young man who was far beyond ordinary people in terms of diligence and genius.

"Say?" Euler's words were always brief, but the pen in his hand never stopped.

"Why do you always work so hard, with your genius, even if you only pay half the time you have now, you can completely get rid of most of us. Constantine frowned and asked, "What is your motivation? ”

Hearing this, the pen in Ora's hand paused, and his brows furrowed, falling into thought.

After dozens of seconds, the genius boy slowly spoke, and his tone seemed a little dignified. "I'm sick. ”

"What?" was an answer that Constantine did not expect at all.

"Many years ago, one of our ancestors fell under a curse while traveling to the Savage Continent, and this curse magic is very powerful and will be passed on to the descendants of the family, with the consequence that once the heir of the family exceeds the age of forty, without exception, he will be blind in both eyes and become blind who cannot see anything. ”

Constantine was a little surprised, and said, "Isn't there a way to crack it?"

"Nope!"

Euler looked as usual, and said, "The magicians in our family have tried all kinds of methods, and even invited the high priest of the church, however, they are all powerless against this curse, and for more than a hundred years, no one in the family has escaped the fate of ultimate blindness. ”

"It's despairing, and the despair is that you know there's a tragic outcome ahead of you, but you can't escape it. Ola put down his pen, turned his head to look at the twinkling stars outside the window, and said in a heavy tone: "There have been many genius magicians in the history of the family, and in the end, they could not bear the fear and pain of losing the light, and chose to end their lives, like my father, who committed suicide on the fourth day of his blindness, leaving only a few magic books and a bunch of unfinished papers and writings from his life to my mother and me. ”

Constantine was silent, as a person who had also experienced great despair, great fear, and great life and death, he wanted to find something to say to reassure the young man in front of him, but he didn't know what to say.

"When I was five years old, I was told by my parents that on my thirtieth birthday, I too would step into the script that the gods had written for me, and I would be blinded. Ora said lightly. "To be honest, when I heard the news, I was going crazy, the world collapsed, all the books were torn up by me, I hid in my room alone and cried, refusing to see everyone. ”

"And then?" said Constantine, like all listeners to stories, at the right time to ask the question.

"I locked myself in my room for days, didn't eat a bit, didn't drink a sip of water, and in times of despair, I occasionally fell into a meditative state and my mind was in a state of chaos. "But when I finished meditating, opened my eyes, and saw a dark room, I suddenly realized that darkness wasn't that scary. ”

"There is no place for me in the world of light, so I will go to the kingdom of darkness to find it. Euler restarted his pen and said, "Since there are more than thirty years left in the days I can see, I can't despair until then, I have to hurry up and get what I can done, at least, take a good look at the world, that's all." ”

After saying this, Euler buried his head in the book again.

Constantine listened to the story silently and did not comment, because he knew that neither praise nor sympathy was completely superfluous to the boy in front of him.

It's just that something seems to have fallen to the ground in his heart.

He said to his peer very seriously: "Thank you, I know what to do." ”

Euler didn't look up, and she didn't know if she heard him.

Unimpressed, Constantine went to his bed, lay down peacefully, as he had for many years, and fell asleep, letting a tidal wave of weariness come over him.

In the hazy dream, he seemed to feel that in front of him, the door called magic was slowly opening.