"Do you remember everything I said?"

It's almost noon, and Arthas doesn't plan to talk about it anymore, the world of spells is boundless, and gradual progress is the right way, and it's too much to talk about, and it's not necessarily acceptable.

"Well, I remember."

Arthas nodded, he knew that Don Quixote had a strong memory, so he said, "Remembering what I am saying is only one aspect, it is more about understanding it."

"Teacher, I can understand most of the things you talked about this morning, and I can understand the general meaning if I can't understand it, but I have a question that I can't figure out!

"And what do you think psionic energy is made of?"

"Psionics?

"False! The basic elements make up psionic energy, and psionic energy makes up the soul."

"But teacher, the soul is not a substance, how can it be made of touchable elements?"

"Matter?" I was very interested in Alsace, the word proposed by Don Quixote, "very interesting adjective, how do you see the world?"

"The world? It seems to me that the basic elements make up all things, and all things in the world make up the world! These substances can be seen and touched, but the soul is not matter, it is an aggregate of energy!

"Your father told you this?"

Don Quixote was stunned for a moment, and when Alsace asked him, he subconsciously said the worldview of his previous life, so at this moment he could only climb up the pole, "Well, he told me about the understanding of the world, but he didn't have much research on the soul, maybe he had, but he didn't have time to tell me, I guessed it myself."

"Your father must be a great alchemist, he has a very thorough view of the foundation of the world, what your father summed up, many people may not think of it in their lifetime, and even if they are told, they may not be able to understand, as for the soul, I think it may be the height of your father's standing, he is not a mage, he has no way to touch the soul."

"Is my guess correct?"

Arthas laughed a few times, "It's a mess of mistakes! You can't see it, you can't touch it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, in this world, everything is made of basic elements, and the soul is no exception, but the structure of the soul is relatively special, which makes you mistakenly think that it is not material! And the so-called meditation is to deprive the basic elements from the world and supplement them to your soul, so that it can grow.

"Understood."

"Very good, in the afternoon, in the evening, you can perceive the magic net through prayer, now your soul is too weak, extracting your spiritual energy will be harmful to your soul! Only when you can connect your soul with the magic net, can you use meditation to strengthen your soul."

"Why can't you just meditate?"

"Because your soul caste does not contain a basic element affinity, there are too few such people, and there may not be one in hundreds of thousands, so you know the effect of the magic net for mages."

"I see"

"I'm going to continue an experiment in the afternoon, so in a moment you can find a place to pray in the woods behind the villa."

"What does it have to do with my prayers when you're doing experiments?"

"When I first perceived the magic web, I was the most taboo to interfere, whether it was the noise generated during my most experiments, or the fluctuation of spells, it would interfere with your prayers."

"Teacher, what are you going to do with the experiment?"

"Smack!" Arthas kicked Don Quixote with a strange face, "Go and pray for me, it's okay to ask for anything"

The silent grove, with its roots and branches, obscured most of the sunlight, looked very strange, but Don Quixote was not affected in the slightest, and even laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

After becoming a lich, although only one day had passed, he found that many things that he had once taken for granted had changed: when the lich had chosen a corpse, the soul would attach itself to that body, and countless small tentacles composed of psionic energy would intertwine in the body, like neurons, to control the body.

Although the body appears to be alive, blinking and breathing, in fact, without the cleansing effect of tears, the eyes quickly become unusable, so the lich relies on psionic energy to perceive its surroundings most of the time.

The lich doesn't need to breathe, but if you want to speak, you have to breathe and use the air to hit the vocal cords, but once the lungs rot, the vocal cords decay, you lose the ability to speak, and similarly, there are other sensory abilities such as hearing, and eventually, the lich will lose all sensory abilities, and can only rely on psionic energy to perceive the world and communicate with other beings, and when the body also decays, it must be replaced with a new body, and then the process repeats.

Most of the people who transform themselves into lichs are high-ranking mages, and they can delay this cycle with a variety of spells, and for them, with careful maintenance, a body can last for a long time!

And the case of Don Quixote's transformation from an ordinary person to a lich is almost certainly not, and for the sake of an ordinary person who has invested so much and faces such a risk of death, basically no one would be stupid to do this

"This is it," said Don Quixote, who had not gone far from the villa, but the many trees had absorbed the sound and it was already very quiet!

The stiffness of his body made him choose the most comfortable position, lying down and praying.

So Don Quixote, who was lying on the ground, thought for a while, and began to pray slowly, "Your Highness Misla, the great goddess of magic, your people Don Quixote offer you the most devout faith! in exchange for the right to use the magic net! You are a combination of beauty and wisdom, the embodiment of hero and justice, there is no one in the whole world who does not love you, the winter flowers will open for you when they see you, the birds flying high are impressed by your beauty, stop flying to admire your face, the fish in the water are inferior because of your beauty, The moon hides in the clouds when it sees you, and the flowers are shy to stop blooming when they see you."

Just as Don Quixote was about to continue, a feeling of sleepiness hit him and he involuntarily closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the sea of consciousness, still the familiar night sky, the familiar water-like ground, and the sofa!

At this time, a point of light appeared in the endless night sky, it became brighter and brighter, and when it got closer, Don Quixote could see clearly, and then a passage composed of starlight, and finally, the passage was connected to the water-like ground that Don Quixote was treading on!

"What is this?"

Just as Don Quixote was guessing what it was, a thought came straight into his mind, "I am Misla, the goddess of magic, accept your prayers, and the contract is established!"

"It turns out that this is the so-called magic net?" Then came the primal elements that came through the passage, filling the entire sea of consciousness

"Damn, what's the problem?" Seeing that a corpse he had finally dug up was once again destroyed by the magic array, Arthas was a little annoyed, "Is it because of the choice of materials? It seems that a new batch of materials needs to be tested!"

"Huh?" Arthas suddenly raised his head, and then the blue light flashed, and disappeared into the villa, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Don Quixote.

Arthas could feel that through the magic web, the countless basic elements around him were plundered and sent into Don Quixote's soul!

"What kind of apprentice mage is this, even if it is a formal mage, the speed of devouring the basic elements is not so fast!"

At this time, the psionic content of Don Quixote's soul was increasing at a flying speed!

"Even if his soul is special, don't be so exaggerated."