"Maybe."

Anne spread her hands and said, "After all, the academy has hardly taught much about space magic, and the only ideas I have are what Mr. Magician told me at the beginning. ”

"What did he say?" Colin wondered.

He said that in this world, there is no real space magic. Not a single one! ”

Anne recalled, organizing more precise language, and finally confirmed: "That's what he said." ”

"No, it won't."

Colin was incredulous: "I remember that Instructor Thomas also listed a few spatial magic patterns, although they were indeed so complicated that even he was not able to inscribe them.

"And, 1,500 years ago, Sir Laxiri had already roughly perfected the theoretical basis of space magic in his 23 Conjectures about the α Curved Domain."

"Who knows."

Anne spread her hands: "I didn't feel too relieved when I heard it at the time, after all, that magician is only a beginner, and he may only be a little stronger than Prince. ”

After she said this, she immediately explained: "Of course I am not underestimating Mr. Prinsis, he is a good man. ”

"Yes, Mr. Principis is a good man." Colin touched the 7 gold bowls sewn into the pocket of his underwear and agreed very much.

The two poor men thanked the owner for two seconds, and then continued the discussion.

"Actually, we don't need to care about these at all, a high-end field like space magic can't be touched at all if you don't have an intermediate level or above." Anne didn't care.

Colin was about to answer when he suddenly heard Anne shout, "Don't move! ”

He subconsciously stilled his body.

I saw Anne Hecoot's face full of curiosity and surprise, and she lowered her excited voice and said:

"Colin, you've got a bird on your head."

"Huh?" Colin froze.

"Yes, there's a colorful magpie perched on your hat, it's pretty."

He went out on his day off today, and instead of wearing the white apprentice robe of the academy, he wore a plain linen shirt and long-sleeved jacket, which was paired with a hard flat hat because the weather was getting colder.

I don't know if the bird is too light, or the hat is too hard, Colin didn't feel it at all.

He subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but was sternly stopped by Anne: "Don't move, you will scare it away." ”

Colin was speechless for a while, didn't dare to stop at your head, so you weren't afraid of it pulling bird, right?

However, he himself thought it was quite a novelty, and tried to roll his eyelids upwards to see what kind of bird dared to break ground on his head.

"This magpie is so beautiful."

Anne observed for a moment, then slowly stretched out her right hand to tease it with her fingers, expecting the bird to fly away immediately, but unexpectedly it only flapped its wings twice to scare the teaser, and then kicked its legs and landed on Colin's shoulder.

Colin finally felt its presence, and at the same time tilted his head slightly, taking in its full picture.

Adult magpies can grow up to half a meter long, but this strangely colored creature is not much bigger than a sparrow.

I don't know if it's a special breed or a minor.

The strangest thing is that the stripes on its body from the head to the tail are colorful, and at first glance it looks like a rainbow.

Colin couldn't help but learn from Anne to lean over with one finger, and unlike before, the little bird lowered its head very cooperatively, allowing Colin to caress the soft feathers on the top of its head with his fingers.

"It's not fair, why can you just touch it."

Unconvinced, Anne reached out again, but was greeted by a fierce beak.

It doesn't hurt, but it hurts.

"People say that when a magpie comes to the door, there will be a happy event, maybe you will have a happy event in a while." Anne looked at Colin who was teasing the bird with a jealous face.

Colin smiled, and left the bird alone, letting it rest on his shoulder, and said to Anne:

"A question occurred to me."

"What?"

"If it's true that there is no space magic in this world, as you said before, then some conditions in my previous proof process will have to be reconsidered."

"What conditions?" Anne reluctantly looked away from the magpie.

"Let me think about it." Colin pondered as he knelt on the ground to search for the handwriting he had written, and the magpie had to jump and jump as he changed its position.

"Here."

Colin circled a passage in the messy handwriting on the ground with a stone, and then fell into deep thought, and after a while, he said:

"As mentioned earlier, progressive double multiplication cannot be used here, but the three-level fraction is ...... It doesn't seem like a problem......"

"Ahh

Colin suddenly shouted and laughed, "Annie, what is the last of the six conditions for the application of the Euburn's constant?" ”

Anne Hecot had already been unable to keep up with his train of thought, so that this basic question was almost stuck, she recalled for a while, and was about to answer, when she heard an unfamiliar voice sounding next to her:

"A single-loop function must have a value in an open interval."

"That's right!" Colin didn't realize the difference in the voice at all, and almost jumped up in excitement, causing the magpies to fly into the air, and then fell again after a while.

"I see." He kept writing on the ground as if no one was around, writing until there was not enough open space, and he moved the table away, and the whole person almost fell to the ground.

Anne looked at the strange old man who suddenly appeared in front of her in surprise.

An old, white-washed magic robe, a black peaked floppy hat, a white beard, wrinkled and cascading wrinkles, and a jet-black, shiny spoon-shaped pipe in his mouth.

As Colin lay on the ground, he sat down on Colin's original bench, an old man dressed as a typical magician who was supposed to be out of place in the streets of the slums, but looked natural.

Anne just wanted to speak, but was stopped by a simple gesture from the other party, although she didn't know who the person in front of her was, but whether it was the other party's age or the identity of the official magician, she had to comply.

Still immersed in his own world, Colin almost said to himself: "The distribution of Level 3 scores in the 75F diagonal module follows Lobrachy's law, which is simply ...... Another mathematical conclusion that is extremely beautiful......"

At this point, a voice asked, "Why can't the semi-elliptical module?" ”

Colin was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought, and after a while, he muttered: "It's not that it can't, but only if the six applicable conditions of Euburn's constant are met at the same time......"

"Why the Euburn constant?" The voice asked again.

"Because ......" Colin felt his throat dry a little, "because progressive double multiplication can't be applied to single-loop functions......"

"Why does the positive part of a single-loop function satisfy Lobrachy's rule?"

"Because...... It and the basic calculation module of the third-level score ......"

At this point, Colin stopped writing rapidly, and then opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened, as if he could not believe what he had written.

Time seems to stand still.

Anne looked at the statue-like Colin and was about to say something more, when she suddenly heard a cacophony in the distance.

She looked up and saw Dean Donald Garr and Principis standing not far away, seemingly panting from running.

Anne couldn't figure out how these people could end up on the streets of the slums where even horse-drawn carriages couldn't pass, but her first reaction was to stand up and greet them.

However, not waiting for her to move.

"Smack."

Colin, who was lying on the ground, suddenly dropped the stone in his hand to the ground with a crisp sound.

This time, he was taken aback.

Then he breathed rapidly, and said in a voice that was almost trembling:

"They...... It's the same ......."

All eyes were on Colin who was lying on the ground like a wild dog.

Anne poked his arm with her hand, trying to remind him to greet the dean and the others.

Colin only woke up from a dream.

Keep your head up.

The entrance is an old, smiling face.

"Your name is Colin Vane?" The old man's gentle voice came.

Colin was still lying on the ground at this time, and nodded subconsciously.

"Nice to meet you, introduce yourself." The ninety-six-year-old old magister took off the pipe in his mouth and said with a smile on his face:

"My name is Roman...... Roman Sagan, are you interested in being my disciple? ”