Two wooden chairs face each other in the corner of the library.

Annan sat on a wooden chair on the edge of the sunny corner. Avoid the morning sun and put your hands on your legs with a little restraint. Mr. Victor sat opposite, his silhouette glowing hazy in the sunlight.

The library door was closed, and no one bothered them.

Mr. Victor first asked the most basic knowledge: "There are several schools of magic. ”

"Six schools, Protection, Proccy, Plastic, Necromancy, Spells, and Summoning."

"What about spells?"

"Spells are divided into one to ten rings, and the caster of each stage can learn two rings of spells. Normal casters can cast up to two rings, elite casters can cast up to four rings, and master casters can cast six rings ......"

"The steps to cast a spell?"

"Mage or Warlock?"

"Mage."

"First study the theory of magic, build a model of the spell in your mind, then memorize it, and finally use magic to unleash it. Some of these spells require power-ups and special channeling to support casting. ”

"Warlock."

"Usually as long as you have seen the process of casting a spell or know the principle of a spell, you can think about it...... Restore the spell by thinking about its origins. ”

"What is the difference between mages and warlocks?"

"I haven't seen this part of ......"

Annan thought to himself, I haven't even learned the addition of single digits in the four arithmetic, so you ask me advanced mathematics...... Mathematics......

Divergent thinking allowed Annan to catch the flickering aura.

“…… Because they use different tools? ”

"Novel answer......

Mr. Victor looked up, his old eyes regretful and sad.

Mr. Victor Annanchai saw his past self in himself.

"So you know the difference between magic and psionics?"

"Are they different tools?"

Mr. Victor bowed, as if satisfied with Annan's conjecture. Picking up the red coffee cup: "Do you know how this cup is made?" ”

"Sand-burned."

"Where's the coffee inside?"

"Coffee beans are ground from that."

"Where's the coffee beans?"

"The fruit of the coffee tree."

Victor put down the cup and picked up the book next to him: "What about the pages?" ”

"Trees and plant fibers are used to make pulp, pulp becomes paper, and paper binds books." Annan replied.

Victor put down the book again, his cloudy eyes narrowing slightly, searching the library for knowledge that would stump Annan.

"I don't know how water is formed." Annan immediately said humbly.

The old man didn't dwell on this issue, and snorted coldly, "The mage knows. ”

"Magic is the Tower of Babel, built by the Infinite Magi over countless years. The first magicians laid the foundation, using knowledge as a stone, and stretched out their hands to the stars. ”

"Warlocks are natural spellcasters, so they never use knowledge as a tool to pry open the door to the unknown."

Mr. Victor has made the mistake of being arrogant with the mage - boasting about the mage and belittling the others, but fortunately he has not forgotten what he was going to do today. "Your talent doesn't come from blood, so you can only use the magic of the six schools to trigger magic."

Annan sat up slightly straight, he had been waiting for this moment.

Mr. Victor then looked at the clock in the corner and said, "The time is almost up." As the words fell, the shadows of the stopped carriages on the street obscured the doors and windows.

"Go open the door."

Annan got up and walked to the door, where he saw an unexpected figure stepping out of the carriage.

"Little Wincht?"

"Lyndy Winchet." Winchert Jr. officially informed Annan of her name.

"Okay, little Winchet." Annan's gaze fell on the sumptuous lacquered wooden carriage with the Winchert family crest, not knowing if the lady of wine was on it.

"Not there."

Small...... As if she knew what he was thinking, Lindy passed by Annan with a stack of scrolls, and came to the Sunshine Corner and said respectfully, "Teacher Victor." ”

"What are these?"

Closing the library door, Annan looked at the scroll that Lindy had put down.

"It's better if you're not a mage." Mr. Victor suddenly sighed, "Your ignorance has made the mages of the evil camp want to gouge out your head and study it. ”

Sounds like Martin.

"These are five magic scrolls." Lindy said.

Victor's drooping eyes swept over the scroll: "There are no necromantic scrolls." ”

"You can't collect it in town. However, if none of the five schools are activated, he can only be a necromancy. ”

Mr. Victor was noncommittal, and Lindy took Mr. Victor's place to test.

"What am I going to do?" Annan asked.

"These are the first-order spells of the five schools. I'll use them, and you can see, feel, and imagine that you can do it yourself. "It's the shield of the guardian system. ”

She tore open a scroll first, and a blue light flowed through the rift, enveloping her in a shield-shaped shadow.

There is nothing special about Annan.

"Doesn't seem to be a person who wants to protect others." Mr. Victor was sarcastic.

Lyndy removed her shield and picked up the second scroll.

"Spell mounts."

A virtual brown horse emerges from Lindy's side, riding its hooves.

This lifelike horse is actually a magical creature. When the time limit is up, it will dissipate. But the process of making something from nothing still amazed Annan.

Magic is too magical in every way......

"This one won't work either."

Mr. Victor's sigh woke Annan to know why—the spell system was the most comprehensive and combat-friendly of the six schools.

The third scroll is the Prophecy Detection of the Undead.

However, there were no undead to detect it, and the fluorescence after tearing the scroll lingered around Lindy a few times, annihilating in the gap between light and darkness.

Annan was still unable to capture any inspiration from it.

Next up is the plastic energy department. Mr. Victor suddenly said, "The Library can't stand up to arcane missiles. ”

"Teacher, it's a floating disk technique."

Lindy prepares to tear open the scroll, and a glowing disc floats beside her.

Annan's thought was only "what it's like to stand up".

There is one reel left.

Although Mr. Victor said that he had the talent of a warlock, Annan couldn't help but worry about it-

If it's not even a summoning system, the so-called talent can only be an accident, or an undead system.

It's the kind of necromancer who stays in the dark tombs with skeletons and ghosts, and conducts unknown and terrifying experiments.

Lindy tore the scroll straight open,

A spatial rift of the lower summoning technique appeared in front of him, and out of the rift that seemed to lap the tide, a silhouette of water emerged.

Annan stared at the water elemental, and a strange feeling came out of him......

"Stop!"

Old man Victor's shouts woke him up.

"Don't cast spells until you're proficient...... Unless you want to respond to the call to an unspeakable being. ”

"Summoning......" Mr. Victor couldn't suppress the mage's curiosity, "Kid, why did you awaken the summoning system?" ”

Annan blamed the door, but could not speak to Mr. Victor.

"I long to have companions." He thought for a moment and said.

"Don't say stupid things."

"Well, I like to bully less with more."