The teacher who walked in was a young human, dressed in a white robe similar to the color of Siegel's clothes, except that the corners of his robe were decorated with golden moire. He bowed before stepping up to the podium, and then said aloud, "Today I'm going to talk about the relationship between the March system and magic. ”

This man speaks in simple terms and has a witty language, but it has no effect on Siegel. Implicated by the Wall of Storms, the Thunder Wall Continent is even a fake sun, let alone the moon. The lonely silver moon didn't even bother the werewolves, and the mage wouldn't even look up.

The March system has formed three types of mages, each of which has its own main god corresponding to the moon, and the gods have the final say on what magic they can use, and the mages must pray to them. Whether this is a magician or a priest, Siegel is a little confused. In this respect, the mages of the Thunder Wall World are still free, even if they do not believe in magic gods, and they will not have any defects in their spell-casting ability.

Anna, the elf, suddenly squeezed her eyes at Siegel and motioned for him to look sideways. Siegel narrowed his eyes with just a flick: the masked elf lowered his hand to his side, and from his sleeve fell several wriggling black worms that looked like variants of earthworms. The worm hid under its seat and slowly crawled towards a bald human mage, leaving a shallow, wet mark behind it.

This is certainly not a good thing, and you don't need to detect evil to feel the yin energy emanating from those bugs. Siegel was about to give a reminder when he saw the elf make a silent gesture. "It's their business, don't get involved. They use the points, and they have to get their money worth, or they will get angry with you. ”

Just as Siegel hesitated, the black bug instantly accelerated, and suddenly stuck to the bald human mage's ankle. The magical defenses that were supposed to protect them did not work. The worm wriggled twice, found the location of the vessel, then jerked smaller, and swooped in.

The bald man felt something, reached over and scratched it, but found nothing.

This...... Siegel was about to stand up and give a reminder. But he was called up by the teacher who was lecturing. "That gray-haired old man, can you tell me how to leave a seat for my companion when I cast a fireball?"

"Hey, bald, your body is drilled by black bugs. Siegel said.

The white-robed young mage was stunned for a moment, and everyone's eyes turned to the balding human mage. The man patted him and chanted a few incantations, allowing the detected magic to see through itself. He shook his head and said to Siegel, "You're dazzled, right? I'm fine, where are the bugs in my body?"

"Just now. Black worms fall from the masked man's sleeve and bite your ankle and get in. You check it more. As soon as Siegel finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone on the podium: "Your answer is incorrect, 40 points will be deducted." ”

"What?! Elf Anna reminded on the side: "Don't contradict the teacher, those are all conjured up by the magic tower, and they are not real people at all, so I don't talk about it at all." It's useless for you to kill him!"

"Sit down. Whoever else is able to answer this question can get ten points. ”

Gnomes raise their hands the fastest. He replied, "You can change your shape by using spells to avoid hurting your own people." ”

The lecturer was noncommittal, but changed his words and said, "Now I would like to introduce you to a spell, a variant of the fireball technique, called the cremation pyre. It is powerful with multiple flashpoints and does not produce a troublesome diffuse effect. ”

He didn't say anything to add points. However, the dwarf did not bring it up, and it seems that the process of adding points is secret. Siegel asked the god of lights, and it turned out that it was forbidden to check other people's points. As a result, no one knows what other people's scores are, let alone how they use them.

Siegel dropped points. Except for Anna, the female elf, who had a look of pity on her face, the others were either gloating or expressionless. The lecturer gushed about the spell he had invented, and Siegel listened boredly. He was called twice more, and after answering correctly, he got 30 points, which was considered to make up for his losses.

Neither the scores nor the professors of the lecturers were the focus of Siegel's attention, and he devoted most of his energy to observation and prevention. The mage mage manipulates bugs more like a druid, but it does use the ability of a mage's spells. If you want to cast a spell on someone else, you need to pay points, and that bug will not simply disappear.

Sure enough, before the class was over, the bald mage suddenly stood up, his face pale, clutching his chest and retching. For this reason, the teacher who gave the lecture deducted 50 points from him and told him to sit down immediately. The bald man struggled for a moment, and finally sat on the chair, but he also spit out a large amount of black sewage in one mouthful. The people next to him hurriedly dodged, for fear of splashing on themselves.

The sewage was full of black, molting, shriveled skin sacs, like the result of the black bugs multiplying and mutating in his body at high speed. The bald man had completely lost control of his body, and while black sewage was spilling from his mouth, he lay on his back in a chair and convulsed violently. From the whites of his rolled eyes, the energy of lightning continued to overflow, accompanied by unstoppable blood.

It took less than a minute for the bald head to go down, like a deflated ball. A large number of slender black threads crawled out of his pores, then gathered together and twisted into threads, wriggling and crawling towards the mage of the masked elves. The man lifted his robe and kicked it in, letting the black worms burrow through the threads. When he lowered the corners of his robe, everything was shielded.

The teacher who gave the lecture fined him another hundred points in the name of "polluting the environment" and continued to lecture. Siegel understood this time that the so-called lecturer was just a puppet generated by the kingdom of God, and did not have a real character at all. They can only deal with things mechanically and repetitively, without any emotion.

The emotions of the people who attend the lecture are much more real, but it cannot be said that they are necessarily real people. Siegel looked at the bald corpse on the ground, pinched his chin and thought: If this is a dummy of the kingdom of God, why are they killing each other?

The class was over, and everyone stood up to leave, and instead of heading towards the gate, the masked elf walked in the direction of Siegel. "You have a lot of mouths, old thing. Don't meddle with things. The man's voice was wet and waxy, like a slimy slug. "If you open your mouth more, maybe worms will get in and eat your heart, liver, spleen and lungs!"

"Try it, bug trickster, you can't fool yourself with those little tricks. "Siegel is not timid. The staff slammed on the ground, flames rose from under his feet, and the fiery red color was reflected in the white robe: "I'll die as little as I come, I'm afraid that soon you won't have the materials to cast the spell!"

As soon as the masked man was about to speak, the teacher's voice rang out: "Gaskell, you currently have the highest points, you can go to the second floor to read after class." ”

It should have been prepared, and the masked man turned around and left, grabbing the bald corpse with his hands. With a golden glow behind the podium. A spiral-shaped transparent staircase appeared in front of everyone. The masked man named Gaskell slumped up the steps and disappeared from view with the corpse in his hand.

"What is the second floor?" Siegel spent five points asking, only to get the Lamp God's answer: "Spell Casting Technique Practice". After the masked man went up, the lecturer waved his hand, and the steps disappeared, and he disappeared in front of everyone as a puff of green smoke.

"Eloin, now you know, sitting in the middle is the easiest to be called up to answer questions. It's easiest to get points. Although you lost a lot this time, you will always catch up. Elf Anna smiled and comforted him.

"The bald mage ......," Siegel looked at the female elf in confusion. "Don't you care about him?"

"He's all dead, what's the matter?" the elf said categorically: "You just have to save people, and you also need to pay points, and it comes according to the sum of attackers and defenders, at least five hundred." Especially if there is no profit, who can stand it? I can only take care of myself here. Beware of others. You can say that you have done it to the extreme, and he doesn't believe it and can't find out, who can blame him? Do you have to be responsible for every stupid person?"

Siegel shook his head: "Then I can't take care of it." I understand your way of taking care of yourself, but why have you always been so enthusiastic about me? ”

The elf shook his head quickly. "That doesn't mean you're fierce, it's just that the dwarf provoked you. If it were me, I wouldn't be merciful. I've studied prophecy spells, and my instincts are very accurate, and I've never made a mistake. My instincts tell me that you are a safe choice, and even if you don't help me, you won't hurt me for no reason. ”

"It's so unusual that you trust your instincts as a mage. Siegel complimented, then thought quietly. Even a superficial alliance is much better than fighting alone, so he reached out and nodded his forehead three times, using this elven etiquette to show that he agreed to the alliance.

"Good, you won't regret it. The elf bowed down to signify that the covenant had been made. "It's a weird way of time here, but there's always nine people, and there's always someone who comes early and someone who comes late. In my case, both the orc and the masked man came before me, and you're the latest. ”

"Why can a dwarf be resurrected, but a bald man can't?" Siegel asked.

"Each reorganization requires two hundred points, and it must be taken out immediately, not on credit. The dwarf still has points left, but the bald score is not enough. I've observed you, and you're definitely a negative score right now, and even more than zero is very limited. It's very unsafe for you to do this, so you have to get points as soon as possible. ”

I want the final win, not the points. Siegel wanted to say so, but he had to stick to it for at least a while before he could find a way to break the rules of the kingdom. When the points are negative, in addition to being deducted points, you can't actively spend your points - you have to pay off your debts before you can borrow again. This can be quite inconvenient in normal times. Anna didn't elaborate on what the inconvenience was, but she took Siegel to a place where points could be earned.

The first floor of the Magic Tower is a classroom, but when it's not lecturing, it's a copy room. Siegel was taken out of the door by Anna and immediately turned back, but the appearance of the room completely changed when the door was opened and closed. The semi-circular curved table arrangement has been transformed into a vertical and horizontal pattern, each with an unequal number of papers and blank scrolls.

Such a style reminded Siegel of the Magical Society. Although he had never been there himself, he had heard from the elders of the Federation that the Association had a transcription room where apprentices, trainee mages, and full-fledged mages toiled, using transcription to protect books and sealing spells with the magic of scrolls. Members of each association are required to turn in a certain number of scrolls each year. And it can't be replaced by other means, such as handing over money or magic materials. That's why the Mage Association has such a large number of book manuscripts, and when they don't borrow or support, it makes the mages of the Federation particularly angry.

"What's on each table is different, and no one knows what's inside until they open it. Elf Anna said: "The things inside are difficult and easy, and some things that are very out of the way cannot be copied at all. Once you sit down and open it, either finish copying. The accuracy rate must meet the standard, or it will be regarded as a waiver and the corresponding points will be deducted. We've tried, and unless your foundation is very, very poor, it's still worth it. ”

"I know it's different," Siegel asked, "and what about the pay, isn't it the same?"

"Of course not. Some have only one point, others have hundreds, and it has nothing to do with the difficulty. It can only be done by luck. Anna rubbed her nose: "I tried, but it didn't work with prophecy and intuition. ”

But Siegel had a way. As he turned his head back, he felt a faint but interesting fluctuation of magic in the copy room. It doesn't have a continuity like the lines of the circle, but it constantly jumps around the room, appearing and disappearing irregularly. A few days ago, Siegel would have thought it was an inadvertent leak of a free element from the environment. But after studying Shenhuo for a long time, he had a new understanding of the situation.

The opposite of determinism is probability, and even chaotic jumps have laws behind them. Siegel walked around the room. Use your keen elemental perception to draw a magical topographical map of the entire room, and then find a few key nodes.

The dynamic element rarely comes to these positions. But according to Siegel's calculations, this is where the greatest probability lies. He sat down and opened the book, only to find that it was just a simple copy of non-magical text. Even though it's a script that Siegel doesn't know at all, as long as it's not a scroll, even the most difficult ordinary books can be solved with magic.

Siegel performed the transcribing technique. The task in this seat was done in no time. At the same time, Elf Anna also picked a random position and kept her head down. The lamp god floated over and told Siegel that he had earned forty points.

At least that way I'll be right, Siegel thought. He found the next location. It's still a very simple task after opening. By the time Anna had finally finished her first job, Siegel had already done three, and she had one hundred and twenty points, and forty was about to arrive.

"Wow, this time there are twenty-seven points, and it took me half a day to work in vain. Anna stretched, not seemingly caring about the "old man's" gaze. "How are you, are you getting the right score?"

Siegel pointed to a location and said nothing. Anna was stunned for a moment, blinked, and walked over without hesitation. By the time she was done, she had become an anxious look. She wanted Siegel to finish it as soon as possible, so she could ask him what was going on with him getting his points so easily.

Siegel couldn't answer that question. He knew what it was, but he couldn't put it into his mouth. If you don't have the experience of studying Shenhuo, even if you understand that there are uncertainties and probabilities in the world, there is no way to apply this theory.

"To tell you the truth, I found out by chance, and I can't teach you. Siegel spread his hands and said to Anna, "The phenomenon here is constantly changing, and you don't even remember the seat number. ”

The elf nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, I believe you." This skill of yours is very useful, after all, the more points you have, the more likely you are to be able to reach the highest level. You can give me this trick, and I'll teach you a way. ”

She opened her space bag and took out a magic scroll from it and put it in Siegel's hand, "This is not for you, just to lend it to you." If you sell it to the Lamp God, I'll be very angry!"

Although she said this, she also gestured with her hand and asked Siegel to sell the scroll to the god of lights. This dimensional anchor spell only exchanged five points, which was far inferior to the gnome's staff.

Siegel had already guessed this route, but still wanted to hear Elf Anna explain it in detail. "Something that doesn't belong to you, and it must be a magic item made entirely from outside materials, before it can be sold to the god of lights for points. So I can't give it to you, I can only let you snatch it or lend it to you. If you use the materials in the room to craft a magic item, even if it can be used normally, you still can't exchange anything. You must pay attention. Don't be fooled. ”

Anna then tells Siegel about many of the hidden rules of the magic academy, some of which have been explored through experience, and some of which have been exchanged for points and lamp gods. "The rules of points are very complicated, and no one dares to say that they have mastered them all. If you have discovered anything new, you can let me know. ”

"The only ones who came before you were orcs and masked elves, and you're the patriarch here. Why don't you leave?" Siegel asked tentatively, "You said you didn't care if you were the ultimate winner or not, you just wanted to learn here. But do you know where this is, or in other words, how did you get to this place?"

The originally kind face disappeared, and Elf Anna restrained her smile, and a frost appeared in her eyes. Although he didn't feel any magic or elemental fluctuations, Siegel had a gut feeling that Anna didn't need to show signs and could cast spells at any time. He knew that the question involved everyone's greatest secret, which was their true identity. The god of lights strictly forbids the use of spells to spy on it. There must be considerations, and this also reflects the importance of this issue. Siegel didn't use spells, but asked questions in disguise. He took a big risk to know how important this matter was to the "old man" who had been in the magic academy for a long time, and what kind of character Elf Anna was under the enthusiastic appearance.

The elf took a step back, fingers trembling slightly. But the magic wasn't unleashed, and the battle didn't break out. "There is a rule in the Academy of Magic. If I knew who you were, I would defeat you. Then paying a certain number of points can kick you out of school forever. The more detailed your identity is, the fewer points you'll spend later, and you don't know how much you're going to spend until you beat your opponent. So there's no way I'm going to tell you the answer to this question. ”

Siegel nodded in understanding, and changed the question to "What do you most want here?" ”

"Ascend to the fourth floor. Learn the secrets of legendary spells and master all the legendary magic seeds. Anna said, "I need to bring a specific spell back to my hometown, and this magic academy is the most likely place." It's a pity that the cost of going to the fourth floor is very large, and it takes 6,000 points to stay for a day. I'm waiting for the academy's mage to post a mission. Find someone to clean up there or help out so I can have hope. ”

"Why don't you use everyone's strength to let you go to the fourth layer early, and then let you go home directly? A pioneer like you has too much advantage over the latecomers, and it is difficult for others to ......"

Before Siegel could finish speaking, he heard a thud outside the magic tower. Feeling strange, the two men stopped the conversation and went outside. The masked elven mage was falling to the ground, and there was a shallow pit underneath his body. He seemed to have fallen straight from a very high place, and the bones in his body had been flattened, leaving only one black worm after another to emerge from under him, either burrowing into the dirt to escape, or crawling towards the nearest living person.

Everyone is far away, and the scene of the bald man's death is still vivid, and everyone knows the danger of this small insect. Each bug emits a magical aura, and the fluctuations of necromancy and spells are unusually clear. Several bugs crawled towards the elf, and Anna stretched out her foot and drew a horizontal line in front of her with her boot, creating a wall of fire. Sensing the power of the wall of fire, the black worm immediately turned downwards and burrowed into the crevices of the masonry.

The bugs crawled more and more, but finally they all disappeared into the dirt. At this time, the masked elf's clothes were completely shriveled and flew into the air with a gust of wind. There were no bodies in the clothes, but there were many yellow-brown bandages. The wriggling bug is the essence of the mage, who uses the method of collective consciousness to think, and also uses the method of scattering and fleeing to save his own life.

Siegel looked up and found no hidden figure capable of smashing a masked elf like this. Didn't he go to the second floor just now, why did he become a fragment in a blink of an eye?

"The room is safe, hide in first. Anna bit her lower lip and said, "Be careful, strange things are starting to happen again!" (To be continued.) )

PS: Take the children out to play today, just one chapter, but there are more than 6,000 words. Everyone has nothing to do to vote for the month, I don't know if I can rush to the third place?