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Chapter 32: The Mage's Gate

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The emptiness was chaotic, the face of the abyss was dark, and God said, Let there be light, and there was light.

What was the system of gods in the world where this sentence originated? Edward didn't know, but he knew that there were gods in the world now, and there were many gods, but none of them were called Yahweh or God, so there was no such weird, provocative phrase that showed the charm of the gods.

But the gods of this world have not spread this or anything like that—or because there are many people in this world who can do similar things if they need to. Therefore, it is naturally impossible to add any sense of superiority to the gods.

Dancing lights.

The most basic magic, mobilizing the energy of the magic net, transformed into light.

Because the energy mobilized is so weak that it is not even classified among the nine rings of magic, it is called the zero ring, or it is called a trick, because for any existence that has mastered a little arcane, magical, or bloodline spell-casting ability, it is easy to use, no memory required, no preparation required, and it is even said that even some knight, wanderer, liarman, street magician, or some other person who has nothing to do with casting spells can master it after simple training.

"It sounds pretty simple. Edward said.

"It was meant to be simple. The half-elf mage replied.

This was a simple conversation about 'simplicity' a day ago...... But we know that some seemingly simple things can only be deliberately experienced when they are done in person, so some people will be very happy when they complete the first time in their lives to nail buttons, peel apples or other seemingly simple tasks, and sometimes they will be so bloody that they will yell and even cry.

Of course, Edward didn't have that kind of sensibility, and even if he did, after going through so many things, even after such a big event as rebirth, he had already become more huge and his nerves could control this small agitation. However, when he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and lowered his gaze to watch the small ball of light rising from his fingertips slowly spinning in the air, his heart was indeed a little indescribable...... Proud.

Although a normal light dance should have at least four balls of light, it should last at least one hourglass for a while, and it should be at least brighter than the candle's luster...... But in the face of this thing that had shrunk to the limit, Edward still felt the beat of his heart beat briskly, and his spirit was very subtle and smoky—the long-awaited thing finally came to a good time, which was nothing less than a small miracle for him after all.

Even if he is destined to embark on other paths, it does not mean that there is no chance in this field...... After all, even the monkey that once made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and even the main god had beaten him, didn't he start from 'sloping and pulling his head, going back and forth for four or five miles, seven or eight feet from the ground'?

He thought smugly.

But apparently some people disagree.

"It's terrible, worse than a nursing baby...... The only thing to be commended for is your ability to channel and control magical energy, which is almost as good as that of any mage. No, far better than ordinary mages. ”

During Edward's painstaking spell casting, the half-elf mage Lucian buried his head in the pile of parchment, seemingly too lazy to make contact with the 'little miracle'. Only in the voice, dry and mean, close to sighing: "Those guys from the Half-Blood Society are really crazy to give you ...... Gotta give a guy like you a chance to take the academy test. Although some people have said that skeletons can be used as bone demons, but that is to describe the wisdom of mages, but it is realized in some people, and it is incomparable...... Stupid"

As a result, Edward's smug smile became a little bitter.

It wasn't the first time he had heard such words, he had heard them a lot in the past few years, and his ears had already grown calloused...... It was only at this moment that the words that he should have been used to became extremely harsh, but scratching his head, he found that he was powerless to refute anything-although he, a fellow who was judged by many mages to have no talent, finally cast a spell like a miracle, but that kind of 'miracle' was indeed only for himself after all.

He was able to use spells, of course, not those who had judged him to be incapable of doing so, and collectively concealed what he was capable of. It's just because of the wrong way those guys teach.

Even true mages don't know the most profound part of how spells are cast, just as one plus one equals two, almost everyone knows it, but if anyone delves into a 'why', then only a few people can prove it, because that requires a lot of proprietary knowledge and sacrifices countless hours.

And the process, even if it is just memorization, is not something that an ordinary person can easily remember. Therefore, when it comes to the teaching of spellcasting, those junior mages who know it and don't know why it is only lamented that they can't be carved when they encounter a piece of rotten wood like Edward, because they know too little and too little about the mysteries of magic.

And a truly knowledgeable high-level mage...... A high-level mage could judge the affinity of the magic web to anyone just by virtue of its perennial connection, manipulation, and perception of the magic web, and their time was so precious and their minds were so sane and clear, how could they waste a single star on a guy who couldn't see any future?

Oh, there may have been a table xiàn who had a wasteful intention before, but before she had time to guide anything, she didn't know where she was teleported.

So watching the ball of light on his fingertips slowly dissipate, Edward could only sigh at his own misfortune or luck.

Edward didn't know how powerful this mage was, but there was no doubt about it, and that was that he was very knowledgeable, probably far more profound than all the mages Edward had ever seen - no matter how much he was ashamed of the elven bloodline on the outside, some fixed advantages would still not change, the bloodline gave the half-elf more than twice the normal life span of humans, even if he looked only middle-aged on the outside, he must be a man of seventy or eighty, or even more than a hundred years old. That's why he had a way to guide Edward, so that he could successfully feel things that he couldn't feel before.

But the saying that a famous teacher produces a high apprentice obviously still has to be conditional.

From the previous dusk to the current dusk, Edward has performed a quarter of the light dance, and in one day, there is only so much he can do...... Well, actually, it should be said, it is only so little—because in the description of the half-elf mage, he has taught many people, but even the most clumsy knight squire, as long as it is not an extreme problem of intelligence, from knowing nothing about magic, to being able to cast such a spell, it only takes about a day and a half.

From ignorance, to total mastery...... Well, Edward knew that he was not a person who knew nothing about magic, if it was with the help of props, he could even cast spells around the three rings, in terms of the guidance of magical energy, he was far beyond the scope of any normal person, but unfortunately it was not worth too much excitement, as a psychic warlock, he was naturally far ahead of the mage in this aspect.

"The only thing you need to solve now is the perception of the magic net, only by perceiving it, can you mobilize it, shape it, and create energy, otherwise, you don't have to talk about it. The mage concluded by saying, "Go and meditate, if you want to cast a spell, there is no shortcut at this step." ”

Edward answered, but he was a little reluctant in his heart.

Naturally, there was nothing wrong with the teachings of the Venerable Master, and in fact Edward's progress since this day was entirely influenced by this correct way of meditation. However, he was a little resistant to this kind of meditation - because meditation was so wasteful that just one time would indulge him in it for almost a day. So much so that when he woke up, if it weren't for the dwarf's reminder, he would have confused the concept of time, thinking that it hadn't been too long.

So, when this training was done again, he had to send Mr. Dwarf out of the Mage Tower and leave him in the care of the Half-Bloods.

Of course, if it was a normal day, Edward didn't mind investing time in this place where he could be strong. It's just not the time - either you have mixed feelings about the half-bloods, or you just don't want to recommend someone who doesn't know anything about it...... Or, most importantly, the reason why the investigation into an assassination was grateful to Edward for saving him a lot of trouble and making a lot of money. This mage would teach an unknown person the foundation of magic.

For Edward, he was the first person willing to teach himself so seriously, and to be able to teach him useful knowledge, so he naturally wanted to get more of the mysteries of magic from the other party.

That's the thirst for knowledge, or greed.

......

......

In addition to this, there is an important reason...... When he could finally face magic, the problems caused by poor talent also appeared in front of Edward's eyes.

As he slowly settled his mind according to the teachings, and indulged in the meditation of the mage, what appeared in front of him, or in his spirit, was a very dim space—empty, deep, with no light source around him, but a strange blurred white, making the surroundings not seem to be endlessly deep.

It is only when he fully concentrates his mind that he can perceive this white source, a subtle point of light, a very dim light, at the far end of the mind...... At the far end, it coalesced into a misty light, silvery and beautiful.

Get closer to the past and lean in.

What we can do now is to keep moving forward with our thoughts, thoughts, wills, and in short, the things that make up 'ourselves'. It is like a fish swimming in the darkness, moving slowly and stubbornly towards the light in the distance.

Slow your time......

Or is this fish a rare species in the world, because it is so ungood at walking, or is it not a fish at all, but an amoeba, or a microbe, or some other faintest of things?

Only by concentrating all the spirit can you perceive that the light seems to have become a little brighter.

This made Edward miserable.

In the common conception, the criterion of existence or non-existence can be very simple: what can be seen, what can be heard, what can be touched...... Of all the perceptions that can be called, what can be perceived is what exists, and if you can't see, hear, smell, taste, or touch, then naturally you don't.

However, this criterion is not clear-cut. Because human perception is a very narrow thing...... The stars huddled in the darkness far away, the black holes that were absorbed by their own weight, too many things that were far greater than human beings countless times greater, would not be detected by humans, spores, microorganisms, molecular atom quarks, too many things that were delicate enough to make people sigh, would not be detected by humans, and even those that were close at hand, as long as they were lower than a chengdù and higher than a chengdù, or were hidden in the powerful, the faint, spectra or sound waves would not be detected.

And Edward's current task is to rely on his spiritual power to get close, to perceive, to experience this almost invisible thing - it is simply born out of nothing, and the difficulty is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Painful, and boring.

In fact, he would rather it be tangible and qualitative pain, even at the cost of the legendary level 10 pain, Edward believed that he could endure it, or the kind of real, hundreds of times more difficult than the Olympiad, Edward believed that he could study it - because no matter what, there will be rules that can be followed, and as long as the pain is used to in the attempt, the puzzle can eliminate all mistakes after searching......

But the feeling he is facing now is really desperate, there is no direction, no distance, and he is not even sure whether those small goals for him to struggle for are the real destination.

......

......

Meditate, swim, wake up.

Eat a little to soothe your hunger and do some gymnastics to recover your body from stiffness. Had some attempts to lengthen the conversation with the mage, but ended up being very brief. Then comes the second round of meditation.

And so repetitive, repetitive.

When Edward was the third, no, fifth, or sixth time...... He didn't know how many times he woke up from meditation, he recited the familiar mantra, felt the subtle vibration of the invisible force around him, and finally saw that his fingertips finally barely lit up with the light of four, spherical magic.

"Good. Talent is indeed important for a mage, but perseverance must not be forgotten. Well, in fact, the most important thing is not perseverance, but the obsession with spells, otherwise, there is no way to talk about perseverance and other things. And you seem to have some merit in this regard. ”

The mage had somehow left the parchment-strewn, more chaotic seat, and gave him the only words that sounded like praise.

Then he sent him out of the gate as Edward was worried and unwilling......

Well, if the Iron Golem hadn't added a push outwards and slammed the door shut, it really wasn't much like a send-off.

Well, or to the delight of the new mage apprentice, the golem threw out a bulging, surprisingly heavy pouch, a delicate piece of parchment, and the mage's second sentence: " As a reward for saving you some small troubles before, I will exchange your few gems for gold coins, but the deadline for college registration is only three hourglass time this afternoon, you better hurry up and find a carriage to rush to the main entrance of the academy on Woody Avenue, don't really waste the time I wasted on you before. ”

Edward couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

Because those gems were expensive, they were not worth five thousand gold coins, and because the other party seemed to have calculated very well, he could only obediently follow this order.

Fortunately, meditation also seemed to be a substitute for sleep in some way, so sitting in the rented carriage, Edward felt clear in his mind and light in his body.

Just a little impatient.

It seems to be in memory, the effect of pre-test syndrome...... So as he sat in the carriage and watched the apparition of the great castle beyond the window, approaching its only door, he could not help but feel mixed feelings.

It is only as you get closer that you notice how great and amazing the door is—its upper part, together with the castle, is hidden in the sky like a phantom, but the lower part is real, with the spaciousness of a mansion, at the end of a street.

When renting the carriage, the coachman told him the name of the place, which was the main entrance to the Woody Avenue, the Wizardry Academy, and the only entrance to the building.

And the name given to him by ordinary people is the Mage's Gate.

"Don't think it's simple, that's the best name...... Because after passing through this gate, almost all of them are or are already mages. The coachman explained to the young man, who was obviously a hillbilly, that the few gold coins he had given him were far more than the reward for the short journey.

And this name made Edward a little distracted.

"O Mage's Gate...... Am I standing on his threshold now?"

But perhaps there was something wrong with this heavy mind, and when the new mage apprentice stepped out of the carriage, he remembered that he had to face a second trouble-

Actually, it wasn't a big deal, but it was in a big bag that the mage had given him as an entry fee...... It's just gold.

The gold coins of the Kingdom of Tuminis, minted according to the standards prevailing on the continent, were of the most ordinary golden round cakes, one weighing a third of an ounce. A veritable golden gadget. However, the whole 5,000 pieces are 1,666 ounces, which weighs nearly 100 pounds, and even if it is not beyond the strength of a person's arm, it is still a lot of weight in the hand...... Lump.

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