Compared to the sun-drenched streets, the confectionery shops that use curtains to block the sunlight outside are slightly cooler. The dazzling sunlight shines through the heavy curtains, leaving a gentle white light,

The fan hanging from the ceiling "squeaks, squeaks, squeaks", and the artificially generated air flow not only brings coolness, but also stirs the sweet aroma of baked snacks into the nasal passages. The empty dim sum shop at noon gives people an inexplicably lazy feeling.

The breeze blowing from above blew on his body, causing the sweat marks left on Jon's clothes to fade. He seemed to feel some coldness, and subconsciously shrank back. Lizzie should have expected to reject him, but when Lizzie asked him to give him his reasons, he was silent.

Time passed slowly, and Lizzie tapped her fingertips on the edge of the table in a bored manner, waiting for Jon to come up with a reason to terminate her investigation of Hank Danvers. There was plenty of time for her lunch break, and she didn't mind letting Jon sort out his reasons while she waited for the snacks to arrive.

"I've been waiting for a long time, this is the black tea and snacks you ordered, and the syrup crepes are included. After about a moment, the clerk, dressed in a pioneer style costume that didn't match the style of the store, brought the food to him on a large plate, "Please enjoy it slowly." ”

The sweets are placed on the table one by one, and the smell of charred eggs and butter comes to your face, as well as the slightly bitter aroma of the rich cocoa, and the rich sweet aroma of the cream...... The breath that should have made the appetite move mixed together, almost numbing the sense of smell.

"If you need to ring the bell, you can also go to the front desk to find me or the store manager. ”

Looking suspiciously at Lizzie, who no longer banged on the edge of the table, and Jon, who was still silent, the clerk left the two of them with a word. He patted the phonograph horn as he walked over to it, and the music, which had been a little out of tune, finally seemed a little more normal.

"Leinster, I'll please. You're welcome, let's try the dim sum at this shop. Jon generously invited Lizzie to try the dim sum on the table, but his tone was a little stiff, "The dim sum in this shop tastes very good, and the black tea is also made with high-grade tea leaves." ”

There are several snacks such as toast and cake on the table, which is enough for two people. However, considering the price, the cost of buying these snacks is enough for the average apprentice to cover a week's lunch. Jon's family is well-off, but this meal is still too extravagant.

Could it be that Jon is the kind of person who treats dim sum as a meal?

The corners of Liqi's mouth inadvertently raised, and now that she thinks about it, maybe the clerk's suspicious eyes just now were not aimed at the two of them, but at the snacks at this table. Usually, one person will only order one or two plates to calculate, but this time it can be a big party of seven or eight people.

She was silent, and casually took a plate of snacks and placed it in front of her—a plate of small biscuits with cream in the middle, a snack to accompany black tea, and it was cheaper. The pale yellow biscuits are sprinkled with a thin layer of cocoa powder to give them a chocolate-like color.

Biscuits may be a popular item for men, women and children, but they are not unusual, they are just a food for the common people. And the biscuits were the same as those sold in the street shops, at least in appearance—and Lizzie couldn't understand why they were almost three times more expensive.

If Curt had been present, he might have explained to Lizzie a whole host of things like labor costs, house rent, or other things about economic relations. But no matter how much he explained, Lizzie didn't think that these extra added values would make a mediocre food taste good in itself.

Presumably seeing Lizzie's doubts, Jon nodded at her appreciatively and said, "Leonster, I can't see that you have a good eye." The biscuit was made by the store manager, and it looked like a normal biscuit, but it was definitely much better than the ubiquitous goods - in fact, the materials used were much better than the shoddy ones. ”

Is this what foodies who often eat dim sum have to say about the difference between the two...... Lizzie appears indifferent to Jon's assessment of the cookies. She is not picky about the taste of her food, and although it is delicious, it can make people feel good, but as long as it is not difficult to swallow, it does not affect the act of eating them.

The act of eating is mainly for her to take in energy, after all, the magic in her body is only through guò rest and let it generate naturally, which is quite inefficient. Eating food full of mana can replenish mana, and some rare things can even increase the capacity of mana for a certain amount of dù.

By the time he introduced the cookies to Lizzie, Jon had already eaten the included plate of "syrupy crepes", a deep-fried dessert filled with a generous amount of cream, and the syrup hanging on the outside glowed amber-like on the golden surface of the pancake.

"Maybe so, at least this black tea tastes good. Liqi took a sip from the teacup, the freshly brewed black tea was warm and delicious, with a hint of sweetness, "But I guess now is not the time to talk about him, you should have prepared what you want to say, right?"

Lizzie looked into Jon's eyes, and the boy drank most of the hot black tea after disposing of only a few small pieces of syrup pancakes in front of him, and then propped his elbows on the table, so that his hands folded together to cover his mouth, staring at Lizzie mysteriously.

"Ahh......h But I don't know if I can convince you even if I make it clear. He responded to Lizzie's question in a deep voice, his eyes revealing some sadness, "Maybe this topic will be a little long, you can listen to me for the time being." ”

It seemed like a long story, and Lizzie crunched the cookie into her mouth as she gestured for Jon to continue.

Jon maintained a gentle smile on his face, and his voice was strangely hoarse, "Leonster, do you know what it means to be a theory student in the academy?"

The question was a bit abrupt, but Lizzie knew he was asking herself.

As an apprentice in the Department of Theory, he, like any other apprentice, was considered a typical example of a soldier on paper. As everyone knows, the Department of Theory is a school of study of spell theory, and the apprentices of this department are good at theory, but they are not necessarily good at the practical application and operation of spells.

To put it nicely, they lack the ability to apply them, but to put it bluntly, it is that they lack the ability to master spells.

This may be an eternal pain in the hearts of theoretical apprentices, and at one time there were even many sorcerers who proposed to set up a new title for the mages of the theory department to distinguish them from ordinary mages. One can imagine how unpopular the Theory Department is among the traditional sorcerer groups.

Lizzie was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't think there is a difference between the different departments, the difference is only what is suitable and what is not - in fact, theoretical research is more helpful for the development of magic technology than applied ones. And...... Spells are power, but not just power. ”

There is no superiority or inferiority between schools of sorcery research - this may be true, but it is not convincing to everyone. Even with the great "Silver Dragon King"

The same is true of Huey Grosteste's school motto against sorcerers focusing solely on magical abilities.

"Yes, spells are power, but not just power. Through Lizzie's words, Jon silently recited, "This is wisdom, knowledge, technology, and will. Wisdom is the head, thinking the truth. Knowledge is the eyes and ears, discerning all things. Technology for the wrist, casting fan. The will is the legs and feet, stepping into the unknown ......"

This motto is familiar to Catrice Academy, but there are different interpretations of it. Some people regard this passage as a guide, believing it to be the understanding of magic in the times, while others dismiss this sentence as nothing more than the reaction of the society of the speaker's time.

But in any case, these words are a denial of the phenomenon of using only magic as power, which is almost universal. Not to judge the merits of spells and sorcerers by their strength, this is perhaps what the great sorcerer once wanted to express.

Jon's expression darkened as he finished reciting, and he took a deep breath as if he was thinking about something, and then exhaled slowly in several times.

After adjusting his breathing, he helplessly supported his body and said, "What the Silver Dragon King said is right, the effect of spells is different, and the magicians will also have their own areas of expertise. This is what everyone knows....... but knowing is knowing, but it can't be relieved. In fact, most of the people in the theory department can't shake off the feeling of inferiority that weighs on us, and most of us don't feel able to call ourselves a sorcerer. ”

As he spoke, he sighed, as if he wanted to condense the strength of his whole body into a breath and exhale it. There was no peace on his face, but an indescribable sadness. The reality that there is no way to change is a huge pressure for all theoretical apprentices, including him.

No matter how hard they try, the label of the unfit is always attached to their heads. Especially now, when this magic machine has been popularized to a certain extent, and the magic products have begun to be used on a large scale, the theoretical apprentices who are still unable to cast spells well have always been unable to raise their heads.

Inferiority...... Lizzie was a little unfamiliar with this feeling. Maybe it's because of the congenital lack of magic talent that it causes them to have this kind of psychology, but for Lizzie, she doesn't have any special feelings about it.

The apprentices of the theory department are indeed high or low.

It's not like an ordinary person who has no ability to cast spells at all, but it's not like a student in the Applied Spell Department who can master high-intensity complex spells. The strength of the half-hung son makes them self-motivated and superior, and produces a sense of inferiority that satisfies the guide.

"They are all human beings, they have talents, and we have talents - but they also have talents for using spells, and there are also differences in this 'talent'. Jon's smiling face was like complaining, "I wouldn't say 'it's unfair', after all, for ordinary people, our existence is already 'unfair.'" However, we try to learn the theory, but we can't put it into practice...... This feeling of powerlessness is what we get tired of. ”

His expression looked like a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, just a sense of powerlessness that he regretted: "So on this basis, Hank Danvers became a role model for all the apprentices in the theory department—no, maybe I should say 'hero'." ”

Lizzie took a sip of the tea in the porcelain cup, which was already a little cold.

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