……

The official post house, the second hall.

In front of a stained-glass window, a dark shadow clings to the inner glass surface, and through the red or blue filter, he can see some of the world outside.

Eli looked blankly and boredly at the scenery outside.

The summer sun shone on an abrupt oak tree in the courtyard, creating a circle of shade on the dusty stone pavement.

A breeze blows.

A leaf swayed on the branch, like a man stretching his waist.

The little black cat watched for a long, long time.

Then I couldn't help but yawn.

He rested his head on the windowsill, one ear pressed against the glass, and quietly felt the tranquility of a summer afternoon.

"It doesn't seem like a good thing to be a kitten."

Eli thought so.

It's not that he can't leave, it's that he lacks the urge to leave.

Ever since he woke up, he knew that he had taken advantage of Matthew again-

This time.

He stepped directly into the Oak Realm, and walked a far, long way through it, reaching the introductory stage in one go.

He gained a full three permanent abilities.

Such a generous gift is a miracle for any druid.

But Eli couldn't be happier.

He knew that his legendary path was in Matthew, and in fact, he always got some benefits from following Matthew.

"If the essence of strength is to trade unhappiness for it, then I'd rather not."

He thought with some disgust.

Immediately.

He reconciled himself again.

There is nothing wrong with the strength itself, you have already been injured, don't be in vain.

But he still doesn't want to be human again.

Just like this, a little black cat, thirsty to find a stream to drink, hungry to squat on leftovers and bored to sleep, it seems to be very good.

And he feels that he has a natural advantage in being a little meow.

Because he is a high-ranking druid, he has no other skills, and he has a strong ability to starve.

"Even if I am locked up in this kind of place, I can go hungry for more than ten days without any problems."

Eli thought with some pride.

"Sleep, wait for Matthew to come to me."

He couldn't help but lick his hairy paws, then closed his eyes and prepared for sleep.

It was at this time.

There was a creaking sound outside the window!

There are rats!

Eli came to his senses, and he leaned against the windowpane and looked out—

In the shade of a tree.

A fat amazing rat rushed by.

A white cat is chasing after it!

Eli watched silently for a moment, then yawned again in boredom.

"Only the most mentally retarded cat would think of catching mice."

"And this white cat is a good dish, I haven't caught it for half a day."

He commented sharply in his heart.

The white cat's skills are really anxious, and she almost caught the mouse several times, but the latter slyly shook it off.

Soon after.

The rat burrowed into the grass and squeaked east.

The white cat gave hot pursuit, and the two disappeared from Eli's sight.

The image before me is static again.

Eli was even more sleepy.

He felt that his eyelids were heavy and he could fall asleep immediately.

But it didn't take long to nap.

The piercing squeak is heard again!

Eli slapped the glass in annoyance.

Outside.

The white cat reappeared in his field of vision.

However, to Eli's surprise, the fat mouse actually called a helper!

Under the shade of the trees, a very absurd scene happened.

There are a total of five or six fat mice, chasing the white cat in a gang!

These mice are very large, almost 2/3 of the white cats, and at this time they occupy a numerical advantage, and completely overwhelm the poor little white cats in momentum.

The latter was cornered by the rats.

In the end, he could only "meow" twice and jumped helplessly onto the tree.

But those fat rats are also very good at climbing trees!

They viciously chase the white cat to bite.

The white cat dodged pitifully, like a weak woman in danger, being chased and intercepted by a group of black and fat men.

"Meow!"

The exhausted white cat hurriedly jumped on the branch and jumped in the direction of the glass window.

Burst.

She landed gracefully on the other side of the windowsill, illuminating Eli behind the glass mirror.

The white cat was startled by the black charcoal head on the back of the glass.

She paced restlessly on the windowsill.

The rats were still in pursuit, and they soon climbed onto the windowsill and laid out a final siege against the little white cat.

The little white cat shivered against the glass.

Her forelimbs flapped indiscriminately against the enemy on the windowsill, but she was outnumbered.

The rats are about to complete the final step.

Suddenly.

A low cat meow came from inside the glass window.

The rats shook when they heard this, and they looked at the black charcoal heads in the stained glass in horror, and jumped off the windowsill in unison, and fled in all directions!

The white cat stood on the windowsill in a daze.

"Don't thank me."

The black charcoal head raised its chin haughtily.

He was waiting for the kitten's reaction.

But who knows, the white cat just looked at him, and then jumped away without saying a word.

The last scene left for him.

It's a wagging tail.

"She may have been too flustered and scared by me."

Eli comforted herself.

After the white cat left, the scene in front of him became static again.

He wanted to continue to sleep, but found that he couldn't sleep anymore.

The originally dead but quiet heart also seems to have a wisp of impetuousness.

Black Charcoal looked out boredly again.

Only this time.

He was vaguely expecting something.

Ten minutes later.

A figure hurriedly appeared in front of the glass window.

It didn't take long.

The door to the locker room was opened.

"I'm sorry, Eli, I was in a bit of a hurry, and you were in the realm of comprehension at the time, so ......"

Matthew explained embarrassedly.

Eli listened quietly, and his reaction was flat:

"It doesn't matter."

Matthew looked at the little black cat:

"Why don't you turn back and let's go?"

Eli said firmly:

"I don't."

Matthew was surprised:

"Why?"

Eli thought for a moment:

"I wanted to experience the life of a cat, which would be of great benefit to my way of the wilderness."

"I'm here all this time, I'm not going anywhere, if it's convenient for you, just open a crack in the glass window for me, a small gap."

Matthew's eyes rolled:

"It's fine, but do you need something to eat?"

Eli shook his head:

"Don't worry, I'm hungry."

Matthew took care of himself and took out various foods from his bag:

"I have some emergency food, which ones would you like to eat?"

Eli calmly replied:

"You're too polite, just have something to eat, I'm not a picky eater."

Matthew asked directly:

"Water or milk?"

Eli said decisively:

"Milk."

Matthew asks again:

"I still have some biscuits and sausages, which one do you want?"

Eli is no longer reserved:

"Sausage, save more, I love to eat it."

……

Confirming that Eli was safe and sound, Matthew left with peace of mind.

The young man's ability to resist blows is still very strong.

Matthew had a vague sense that he seemed to have recovered from the frustration of falling in love with a man, which was good news.

As for becoming an animal to experience life, this is not uncommon for druids.

Matthew didn't care.

The second half of the day.

He was still planting trees and repairing graves, and he also took the time to take a look at the black warriors in the tank, the negative energy infusion results were quite good, and it was expected that in a few days, they would be able to get out of the tank smoothly.

The next morning.

Matthew arrived at Surreel's magic classroom ten minutes early.

I didn't expect Margaret to come earlier.

"Very well, it looks like you at least have the consciousness of being a student, so let's start early."

Today, Margaret changed into a black silk pajamas, which were very loose, and between her gestures, a large snowy light swayed.

The nail polish was changed to dark green, and Matthew felt a little old-fashioned, and he couldn't stand her good foundation, but it was still very attractive.

Matthew's attention shifted for only a few seconds, and as soon as Margaret spoke, he instantly focused on what she was teaching:

"The things I'm going to tell you today are all real dry goods, and you must keep every one of them in mind, and they may save your life in the future."

"First of all, inheriting yesterday's topic, how can we measure the combat effectiveness of an enemy in addition to wealth?

Frankly, there is no universal standard, it depends on your vision and experience.

But some rules can be summarized, and the most basic way is through the environment or feedback from others.

Here's an example.

In a perilous place near Purgatory, you meet a mage with mediocre mana, who is surrounded by several beautiful elven maids.

He looked like he had some money, but he wasn't rich enough to qualify for a Fee Capital series of spells.

If you feel that this mage is not worthy of the wealth and women he has, it is dangerous.

I'm referring to your own danger.

According to historical experience, except for a very few people, most of the characters who seem to be unworthy of the wealth or women they have are often really ruthless!

It's like in the Alliance, and suddenly a mediocre mage gets a rapid promotion.

You may feel unbalanced when you hear the news, but you probably won't really target him.

Because you know, everything in the world naturally has its logic behind it.

The mage who got promoted could be the bastard of a big man.

Many phenomena that seem to be illogical may just be hidden by someone.

Similarly.

The old man and the child who venture alone in the dungeon, the beautiful woman who seems to be weak and powerless in the wilderness, the ascetic who wears shackles and walks weakly but has pious eyes......

These can be hidden masters.

The superficial information doesn't have enough logic to support their strength, just because you haven't dug into the deeper information-

The lone old man and the child may be the embodiment of some god, but that's not the point, and the fact that they can venture through the dungeons all year round without being reduced to the rations of the monsters speaks for itself.

The same is true of the women who appear in the wilderness.

As for the ascetics, they were looking for a different path.

The abundance of psychic energy allows them to burst out of incredible power at any time, and this power has the potential to transcend levels and realms.

To sum it up, in one sentence -

If things are abnormal, there must be demons.

Therefore, I advise you to try to understand the hidden information of the enemy when observing the enemy, in addition to the superficial information.

Of course, this is not an easy task, but as long as you figure this out, it will at least greatly reduce your probability of getting into trouble with the big guy. ”

Speaking of which.

Margaret paused:

"Did you write it down?"

Matthew nodded.

He also placed a record crystal ball next to him.

Margaret domineeringly stuffed the crystal ball back into Matthew's bag:

"I'm not allowed to shoot in class!"

"You can only review the content of the class through your own memory, and we will continue!"

"After measuring the enemy's combat effectiveness and confirming that you haven't messed with rich people or hidden bosses, it's the real content of the battle.

My rules of battle are also very simple, and the core concept is just one -

Play hard!

If you can fight more and less, you will never go heads-up;

If you can sneak attack, don't show up in advance;

If you can poison, don't play with fireballs;

If you can curse, you can refuse to play head-to-head;

If you can use items, don't consume your own mana;

If you can bluff, don't be honest and hard-hitting.

There is only one purpose of the battle.

That's winning!

The means of success are just tools, and there is no distinction between high and low tools.

You should treat all means of victory equally, that's the mindset of a battlemage.

And killing your enemies in the most efficient way is also the greatest respect a battle mage has for his enemies. ”

Matthew nodded excitedly.

Margaret's philosophy actually coincided with his.

As a pragmatist, he found himself quite a good fit to become a battle mage.

"Very well, it seems that you don't reject my point of view, so after talking about the concept of false big empty, let's talk about a little real details."

Margaret gushed:

"On unscrupulous combat tactics can be divided into four areas.

First, strategy.

Strategy includes conspiracy and conspiracy, I don't care what method you use, whether it is to kill people with a knife, whether it is a fox or a fake tiger, a strategy that can kill the enemy is a good strategy.

I won't go into detail about this, because I'm not good at strategy, and I prefer to work hard with real knives and guns.

Second, assassination.

There are many ways to assassinate, the most common being hiring an assassin, poisoning, or cursing.

In the case of mental arithmetic or unintentional, this method is very effective.

But if the enemy is on guard, the success rate of the assassination will be greatly reduced.

Speaking of which, I must mention an unconventional method of assassination.

This involves the "Transfiguration Paradox", and I don't know if you have previewed it in advance. ”

Matthew nodded:

"I know of some so-called Transfiguration Realm spells, which use a fixed medium to temporarily transform the target into a special magical form.

This form does not mean that the target has really become a sheep or a stone, the material properties of the target are actually unchanging, so it is not so much a deformation as it is a trap in a special medium, and the strength of the transfiguration determines the stability of the medium.

The so-called Transfiguration paradox is when you turn a person into a frog and swallow it in your stomach.

The frog is damaged by stomach acid corrosion in your stomach and is beaten back to its original form due to lack of stability.

It stands to reason that that person should be in my stomach.

But that's not the case, he'll just show up at a random location next to me intact.

It's not going to happen that he's blowing me up.

This phenomenon is the paradox itself. ”

Margaret nodded approvingly:

"This is a common problem with all transformation spells, as it does not alter the basic properties of matter.

Even the Druid's Wilderness Forms, they are just a little more stable and realistic.

But there is one type of spell that is the exception-

That's the "True Transfiguration"!

True Transfiguration is a way to break through the Transfiguration paradox to kill.

You can turn into a sugar cube and suddenly cancel spells when the enemy swallows you in their mouths.

At this point, his head will definitely be blown open by you.

I'm quite accomplished in real transfiguration, and I've used it to kill a lot of people.

I can responsibly tell you that if you have the ability to learn True Transfiguration, don't hesitate to take whatever the goal of the change is.

This is the kind with the highest success rate of all assassination methods.

Not to be missed! ”

Matthew's face turned slightly blue after hearing this.

He had a little regret in his heart.

If he had come to Margaret's class a few days earlier, he might have chosen True Transfiguration among his abilities in the Transfiguration Field.

Even though it seems difficult for the enemy to swallow it when turned into stone, he can also stuff it in bread or something?

Margaret was very informative in class.

Don't wait for Matthew to digest.

She went on again vigorously:

……

"Third, the first hand.

If you have to have a spell duel, then the first strike is very important, I recommend that you buy a "Dragon Fire Talisman" on your body, this thing can break all spell countermeasures, and it is a necessary tool for stress-free starters.

The fourth piece of content is also related to spell duels, which is games, or feints.

Remember!!

You can anticipate your enemies' movements, but don't anticipate them too much!

I'm not questioning your IQ, but my teacher taught me a sentence a long time ago, and this sentence has also been fully tested in my combat career -

"The rookie died of hypocrisy, and the master died of prediction".

Any game with more than three layers is stupid.

The kind of "I prejudged yours prejudged" combat only exists in the scripts of third-rate bards.

It looks cool, but it's actually pushing itself into danger.

The master's death in anticipation is not a joke, this sentence is the essence extracted from the unknown number of corpses.

I'm not asking you to reject prejudgment outright.

It's that you have to recognize a fact --

Too much prediction must do more harm than good!

In my case, there are only two levels of the game, the first is fraud, which is feints, or fakes.

The second layer is double fraud, which is anti-psychological.

After that, it was gone.

When you try to use the game above the third level against the enemy, it means that you are already at an extreme disadvantage.

The enemy can completely refuse your game this time and run it over head-on.

You have the kung fu of playing lasagna with others, so you might as well think about a better escape.

And if you are far superior to your enemies and want to play with them like cat and mouse by predicting them, then your arrogance will most likely cost you your life. ”

……

Brush Brush Brush!

The only thing left in the classroom was Matthew's voice struggling to write.

Margaret's story is simple and to the point.

Matthew wasn't completely ignorant of these truths.

It's that there is no clear concept and system in his mind.

After Margaret mentioned this, he had a feeling of a sudden opening.

When he read online articles in his previous life, he especially liked to watch this kind of plot of reversal and reversal, and he felt that it was very enjoyable.

Now he suddenly felt it.

In reality, these plots are unnecessary.

Margaret gave herself a cup of black tea again.

She drank and said:

"After talking about the theory, I'll tell you a practical case."

She sat on the desk with half of her buttocks, and her little feet were shaking.

The floating staff is a little empty.

The surrounding scene began to change, and Matthew and her seemed to have come to the forest, and there was a scene in front of them where two mages were dueling.

One of them was Margaret in a fiery red mage robe.

Her opponent was a black-robed mage, and his level looked not low, either fourth-order or fifth-order.

"This is a real battle that happened last year, my enemy is a high-level mage who defected from the alliance and defected to the Pluto Cult, he is good at plastic spells, and he is better at fireballs and force fields than anyone else."

"I followed him for three days and three nights, and I went head-to-head with him for more than forty minutes, and I was pressed and beaten by him at one point, but in the end, I managed to kill him, do you know how I did it?"

Margaret asked calmly.

Matthew guessed:

"True Transfiguration?"

Margaret smiled softly, and she tapped Matthew's head lightly with her staff:

"That's right, but unfortunately there is no reward."

"Then let's go straight to the last scene, slow motion, you look closely.

Because fifteen minutes ago, I had just finished a fight with him, and he used the portal to escape, and I secretly chased after him.

Knowing that I might not be his match for a head-to-head duel, I decided to use my signature True Transfiguration to complete the assassination.

Before I could do it, I brought in a swarm of bees to cover for me.

Then I turned into a mosquito and mixed up in the swarm trying to get close to him.

But the enemy is also very vigilant, you see, here, he used the spell "Detect Micro Life".

It seems that he knows my routine, so he is taking strict precautions.

To keep me from flying into his nostrils, mouth, ears and eyes.

He used the "bubble technique" to protect his head.

As soon as a creature breaks in, the bubble will shatter, and that's when he will use an all-encompassing resistance spell that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe.

He's really smart, and in addition to bubbles, he's also using spells to quickly repel swarms.

You see, by the end of the day, there wasn't a single flying creature around him. ”

Under Margaret's explanation.

Matthew stared intently at the VR-like ultra-clear image.

The next second.

The black-robed mage's body suddenly exploded, and a large amount of blood and flesh splattered onto the nearby trees.

The picture is very bloody and scary.

"Wait, how did he die?"

Matthew was shocked:

"Did you go in?"

Margaret said leisurely:

"Of course I went in."

Matthew hesitated:

"But he's not already ......"

In the middle of his sentence, he suddenly froze.

Margaret said calmly:

"It's anal."

"If you look closer, I'll see that I used mosquitoes to fly onto his mage robes, then turned into fleas and burrowed into his anus while he was expelling the swarm."

"I just blew off the lower half of his body so smoothly."

"Margaret's battle spell is so unpretentious, there is no fireball throwing back and forth, and there is no need for a game of prediction and counter-prediction.

You only need to learn two or three true transfiguration techniques and use them wisely, and you can kill almost everyone you want! ”

"Okay, that's all for today's lesson, and the homework is "If you are this black-robed mage, and you know that your enemies are good at real transfiguration and can turn into mosquitoes and fleas, how do you deal with it?" ”

"By the way, there's still yesterday's homework, give it to me."

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(End of chapter)