More than ten days passed.

At noon that day, in Lilith's room, Cyrus taught Lawson spells as usual.

Thanks to the lucrative income from selling paintings these days, the middle-aged mage was in a good mood, and his gaze at Rosen was much softer than at the beginning.

Lilith was always watching, which also greatly increased his tolerance for Lawson.

After all, you can't get along with anyone, and you can't get along with Kimkrone.

"Mentor, I've somewhat grasped the mystery of the mage's hand, and last night, I grabbed a duck down."

Young Rosen's face was full of 'excitement', and he seemed to have accomplished an incredible feat.

'Puff~'

Lilith's laughter rang out from the side: "Rosen, I bet you're mistaken, that eiderdown should have been blown up by your snort." ”

Rosen immediately argued: "No, I obviously grabbed it with the hands of a mage!" ”

"Why don't you catch it again?"

"No, I'm running out of mana."

"Look, you're just blowing on your breath!"

"You ......."

"That's it!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Sellers shouted in time to stop.

He sighed secretly: "It's been almost half a month, and I haven't even mastered the hand of a mage." This little thing is stupid! ’

Thinking that at the beginning, the other party immediately entered deep meditation, and he once thought that he was a magic genius, and he was full of jealousy.

Now it seems that it is just because the other party is simple-minded and has no distracting thoughts in his head.

Seeing the young man's face flushed because of being questioned, he comforted him gently: "Little guy, don't be discouraged, I can feel that you are not far from mastering the hand of the mage." ”

"Yes, mentor, I will definitely try!"

The boy shook his fist vigorously, as if to cheer himself up.

After saying that, he asked again, "Teacher, when I master the hand of the mage, can I use this spell to grab a stone and throw it out to smash people?" ”

Cyrus was stunned: "Throwing stones and smashing people? How did you have such an idea? ”

Rosen smiled shyly: "A few days ago, I saw a guard outside the window who shot an arrow in the leg of a thief, and I wondered if I could do the same with the hand of a mage." ”

Cyrus also knew about this, he didn't care, and laughed: "Very reasonable idea." However, in practice, it is not very feasible. ”

Rosen looked curious: "Why?" ”

"This involves a deeper knowledge of magic, and I can't explain it for a while."

"I can only tell you that although spells begin with imagination, aimless and boundless imagination will only bring chaos and disaster."

"A safe and stable spell must be built on a rigorous and thorough logical world.......

As he spoke, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a neatly dressed woman ran in briskly, whispering a few words in Lilith's ear.

Lilith changed slightly, and waved her hand at the woman: "Go and wait for me outside the door, I'll be here soon." ”

After speaking, she turned to Cyrus and said, "Mr. Mage, I am in a bit of a hurry to go out, so I won't bother you." ”

"Go ahead."

Cyrus didn't seem to care, but Lawson, who was sitting across from him, noticed that the middle-aged mage's eyelids jumped uncontrollably several times.

Lilith hurried away, and when the door closed, Rosen visibly sensed that Cyrus was a little distracted.

Rosen's heart moved, and he immediately asked, "Mentor, what is a rigorous and thorough logical world?" ”

"Hmm~ This involves a discipline called 'Geometry', and with the help of geometry, we can construct sophisticated spell structures...... Oh, why am I talking about this? This knowledge is well beyond the current pace of learning. ”

Rosen didn't give Sellers time to think about it at all, and immediately asked, "Then Mentor, what should I do to throw the pebbles far away?" ”

"Hmm~ This requires the caster to have a special polarity of mana, such as fire, and then wind, and it is best to combine the two."

"Of course, compound mana is a mid-to-high-level skill, far from what you can master now....... Ah, Rosen, enough talk today, I'm a little tired, let's go rest. ”

After saying that, without waiting for Rosen to respond, Cyrus hurriedly got up and walked out of the room quickly.

It's unusual, and both Lilith and Cyrus are acting out of the ordinary.

The door opened next door, indicating that Cyrus had entered the room.

Rosen's heart moved slightly, and he immediately tiptoed to the peeping spot, his eyes fixed on the mirror on the wall.

He constantly changed his perspective, using his adventure journal to quietly observe the situation in the next room.

Soon, he saw the situation in the opposite room.

After Cyrus entered the room, he went straight to the luggage cabinet in the corner of the room, quickly opened the second drawer, and pulled out a crystal bottle from it.

The crystal bottle contains a deep blue liquid, crystal clear, like a sapphire.

Cyrus uncorked the cork, drank the liquid in one gulp, and then opened the third drawer, pulling out an off-white hooded cloak with many silver veins from it.

He put his cloak on his body, and after a moment, something strange happened.

Rosen saw that the silver lines on the cloak emitted a faint white light, and after a few seconds, the light around the cloak began to distort and change, like writhing water waves.

In the midst of this ripple in the air, the figure of Cyrus disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear, it became invisible.

Rosen saw that the door next door suddenly opened and closed softly, apparently someone had gone out.

He immediately trotted to the door, his ears pressed against the door, holding his breath and listening, and sure enough, he heard a faint footstep moving away quickly.

Lilith leaves abruptly after receiving an urgent message, and Cyrus seems to know what is going on and quietly leaves the hotel using the cloak of invisibility.

With a little thought, you can know that he most likely went out with Lilith.

But what are they out for?

Why is it so rushed?

Rosen knew nothing, and with his current abilities, he didn't have the ability to investigate.

After thinking about it, he realized that the safest way at present was to pretend that he didn't know anything, stay in the hotel room honestly, and wait and see what happened.

In this case, Lawson put away his distractions and began to study the mage's hand.

Unlike the outward performance, he had already used the mage's hand that night, and the next day, he had enough mana to lift the teapot.

Now that almost half a month has passed, Lawson, who is meditating on the creation singularity every day between the limits of life and death, has begun to take shape in his body.

However, he didn't know how far this mana was compared to Cyrus, and he didn't know how to use this strange power, so naturally he didn't dare to act rashly.

He recalled Cyrus's earlier words: 'Fire or wind polarity, using geometry to construct intricate logical structures.' ’

He thought back to a sentence he had stolen into his spell notes three days earlier.

'For spells of the lower tier and below, the marginal effect of mana activation is negligible. A similar function can be achieved by simply simulating the physical structure of the objective world. ’

The two are linked, and Rosen couldn't help but think.

"My mana should be flame polarity, so if I build an imaginary modern musket in the world of thought, should I be able to quickly project stones?"

If he could do it, then he would have mastered a fairly powerful combat skill, but the idea was also extremely risky, and if he made a mistake, he was afraid that he would lose his life.

If today's accident hadn't happened, Lawson would have continued to accumulate knowledge of spells and move forward steadily.

But now this situation makes him have a sense of urgency that is about to come.

If he doesn't take action, when danger comes again, he will still be a lamb to the slaughter, and whether he can survive or not depends on the thoughts of others.

He gritted his teeth: "Since the meditation has been fought once, what about the spell again?"

After making up my mind, an inspiration suddenly came to my head.

"It's not a real musket, and there's no need to imitate all the mechanics of a real gun. Imagine a single-opening cylindrical iron pipe filled with gunpowder, wouldn't it be able to shoot? ”

He's going to get to work!