Am I wrong?" Medivan asked, and Khadgar immediately felt the Juggernaut look again. Once again, he felt like a helpless beetle, but this time more like an insect researcher's workbench for slaughter. The wax of the introductory envelope, which had been burned by the flames, dripped onto the stone floor of the observatory.

Khadgar noticed this, his eyes wide open, his face pale and bloodless, his mouth wide open but unable to speak. He struggled to use his vocal cords to control the airflow around him, but ended up only emitting a suppressed hissing sound.

From beneath the dark eyebrows came a puzzled look. "Are you uncomfortable? Moros, is this kid uncomfortable?"

"I guess I haven't caught my breath," Moros said in a voiceless tone. "I just climbed the stairs for a while. ”

Khadgar finally recovered and said, "The letter!"

"Aha," Medivan said. "Oh yes, thank you, I almost forgot. He walked straight to the brazier and threw the remaining ashes onto the coal. The sporadic blue flames immediately flashed spectacularly to shoulder height. Then it slowly turned into an ordinary flame, emitting a reddish halo that brought warmth to the room. As for the letter of introduction, including the parchment and the seal with Kenrito's mark on it, there really wasn't anything left.

"But you haven't seen it yet!" Khadgar shouted, gasping for breath and adding "I mean, sir, I didn't mean to offend ......."

The Astral Mage laughed and sat down on a large canvas carved wooden chair, the brazier matching his face. A smile leaked from his wrinkled face. Khadgar, however, did not feel any more relaxed at all.

Medivan leaned forward in her seat and said, "'O great and venerable Astral Mage Medivan, Lord of Karazan, I convey to you the most knowledgeable and powerful magical researchers from Kenrito, people from all walks of life and even from all walks of life, the King's advisors, Pharathers, and Secret Revelers...... Regards. They've been doing this all along. Don't forget to brag about yourself everywhere. How can I let such a great organization write a letter of greetings?"

"I don't know," Khadgar said. "I was just introduced—"

"Don't open it without permission," Medivan interrupted. "But you opened the letter on the way here. ”

The Astral Mage looked up at the young man opposite. Khadgar's heart almost rose to his throat. Something flashed through Medivan's eyes, and Khadgar began to wonder if the Master Mage was strong enough to cast spells without speaking.

Khadgar nodded slowly, stubbornly ready to accept the punishment.

Medivan laughed, "When?"

"In ...... Well, when taking the boat from Lordaeron to Kul Tiras," Khadgar said, unsure whether what he was saying would please or annoy the potential teacher in front of him. "Since our two-day voyage was so boring and ......"

"Curiosity is your good side. Medivan interrupted him again. He smiled: "If it were me, I might have opened it as soon as I left Dalaran's Violet City." ”

Khadgar finally let out a long sigh and said, "Well, I've thought about it too, but I'm afraid that there are some surveillance spells nearby, well, at least around there." ”

"So you want to stay away from any possible spells, lest someone summons you back to your hometown after you open the letter without permission. After you read it, you carefully reseal it to obscure a cursory inspection. You think I'm going to just break the seal without noticing your little tricks. Madivin laughed again. But his expression became a little stern. "How did I do that?" he asked.

Khadgar was dazed. "What is it done, my lord?"

"Do you know what's in the letter?" said Medivan, his head bowed, "I told me about the letter I just burned." The young Khadgar was very good at reasoning and brains. I was very impressed. ”

Khadgar looked at Medivan, at his smile that had been so happy just now, and that smile evaporated almost instantly. Now the face is like a statue of an ancient god, just and ruthless. Those kind eyes now look like they hide a fury as well. The thick eyebrows were intertwined, like a thundercloud accumulating.

Khadgar hmmmmmm ”

"That's a way," Medivan said. But not true. Get it wrong once. But you've got a bit of an idea, and you've thought of thinking about reading. ”

"You've received such letters before," Khadgar said. "A letter from Kenrito. So you get an idea of what the letter they're writing is going to be. ”

"It's possible," said the Astral Mage. "Because I did receive similar letters, and in them they did have such a boastful tone. But you should remember the content of the letter, what I said is exactly what I said in the letter. Your assumption is indeed the most common, but it is still not true. Answer incorrectly twice. ”

Khadgar pursed her lips. His brain was racing. The heart was beating so fast that it shattered the chest. "Telepathy. He finally said.

Medivan's eyes were still inscrutable, and he didn't speak in a tone: "Specifically." ”

Khadgar took a deep breath, "It's a law of magic. This means that if someone uses an item regularly, a small portion of the magical aura on their body will unconsciously be attached to the item. Since the rhythm of the magic aura is always one, it allows the caster to establish a sensory connection with the owner of the item. For example, in this way, a bundle of hair can be used to cast a charm, and a small copper coin can automatically fly back to its owner. ”

Medivan's eyes were slightly closed. Brushing a finger over his chin: "Go on." ”

Khadgar paused, feeling the pressure of Medivan's gaze. This spell, he had heard of in his magic class, and he had not mastered it very thoroughly. But how exactly did Medivan use it......

"If one uses an item the more one uses it, the stronger the bond of induction will be," Khadgar thought along the way, "so an item can be used enough times, or if an induction field is artificially forced, then a powerful telepathic spell can be cast on it." "So a written document contains more magical aura than a blank piece of parchment, and when a person writes, he puts all his energy into the paper, so ......" Khadgar paused and regrouped his thoughts. "You did read it with your mind, but it was not my mind that you read - it was the mind of the person who wrote the letter at the time of writing it -- and you restored his thoughts from the words on the letter. ”

"Without actually opening the letter," Madivan said, his eyes dancing again. "So, what is the practical value of this tip for a scholar?"

Khadgar was dazed, his gaze wandering, trying to avoid the astral mage's gaze. "You can rely on it to know what's written in a book without reading it. ”

"This tip is very valuable for researchers. "You came out of the Dalaran Academy. But why don't you use it?"

"Because...... Because ......," Khadgar remembered old Quarigan, who could find anything in the library to look up any material he wanted, even the little mark on the edge of the page, "I thought. We should use the same method, but only at the top of the Parliament. ”

Mediven nodded. "And that's because ......"

Khadgar thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Who would write a book if all knowledge could be drawn from mind spells alone?" prompted Medivan. He couldn't help but laugh - Khadgar finally realized that he had been pretending to be strict all along, "You're not bad, at least not to the point of being incorrigible." Do you know what your nemesis spell is?"

"Fifth Watchman," Khadgar replied.

"Can you create a magic orb?" asked Medivan,

"One or two, but not for long," replied the young man. Suddenly, I realized that the atmosphere of the conversation was starting to tense again.

"Are you majoring in elementals?"

"I majored in fire, but I also know more about other departments. ”

"What about natural magic?" asked Medivan, "to cultivate, to select, to gather, can you plant a seed and make it blossom?"

"No, my lord, my training is in the city. ”

"Do you know how to make a puppet?"

"It's not written much in the textbook, but I understand how it works, and it's a bit difficult to operate. Khadgar said, "If you stick to ......"

Medivan blinked, then said, "What kind of boat are you coming from Lordaeron?"

Khadgar was uncomfortable with the sudden change in subjectivity. "Yes. Well...... A Tiras Ship. Gentle Wind," he replied.

"We're not talking about Kul Tiras," Medivan changed the subject again, "the ship is full of humans?"

"Yes. ”

"Have you spoken to all the crew?" Khadgar once again felt an interrogative atmosphere in the conversation.

"Not many," Khadgar said, "I'm afraid they'll laugh at my accent." ”

"The crew of Kul Tiras has always had fun. "Is there really anything other than humans?"

"No, my lord," said Khadgar, "the Tilas told me stories of fish-like humanoids, called fish-people, and do they really have zài?" ”

"Indeed," said the Astral Mage, "have you encountered any other races before, except for the humans of all races. ”

"I've met some gnomes in Dalaran," Khadgar said, "and I've met some dwarven technicians in Violet City. I also know about dragons from some legends, and I once saw the skulls of dragons in a research institute. ”

"And what about the trolls, what about the goblins?" asked Medivan continued.

"Trolls," Khadgar said, "there are four known at the moment. There may be a fifth type of zài. ”

"This must have been taught to you by Oronda," Medivan muttered, motioning for Khadgar to continue.

"Trolls are larger and wilder than humans. The body is elongated, and the facial features are like an elongated version of a human. Hmm......" he thought for a moment. "Tribal social system. It has almost disappeared from the civilized world, and is on the verge of extinction in Lordaeron. ”

"Goblins?"

"Smaller, about the size of a dwarf. It's also similar in terms of being good at creating zào inventions, but it's more inclined to destructive inventions. Not afraid of death. From what I've read, their entire race is basically a head-knocking type. ”

"Actually, it's only the geniuses among them," said Medivan, "and you know the devil, don't you?"

"Of course, my lord," Khadgar replied immediately, "I mean from the legends, my lord. I know the right way to seal and protect myself. All of Dalaran's mages have learned this from day one. ”

"But you've never tried to summon them yourself," said Medivan, "or seen someone else summon them." ”

Khadgar was once again at a loss, wondering if the question was a question trap. "No, sir. I didn't think about it. ”

"I'm convinced of this, you don't think about it," the Astral Mage said, his voice suddenly unintelligible, "I thought about it." Do you know what a Guardian is?"

"Guardian?" Khadgar felt the conversation take another big turn. "Do you mean the Keepers? or the Guards or something? Is it the name of a race, or is it a monster name? Or is it some kind of person who specializes in dealing with monsters?"

Medivan smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry, you don't have to know. It's part of the system. He looked up, "So." How much do you know about me?" )