The older magician shows the heroism of a fighter and the sinister aura that can only be found after experiencing the battlefield of life and death. Rookies who have not experienced the baptism of war, the most enthusiastic group violence of intelligent creatures, cannot even secrete saliva to lubricate their throats.

"Lonely old man, even if you degenerate into a hired assassin and a lackey of a black marketeer, will you still remember the glory of the past?"

Like accusations, ridicule, and more provocative responses, the faint swept through the tense air, dissected the surface, examined the inner straightforwardness, and continued to move along the trajectory of almost rudeness.

"In order to show the fighting spirit of a fair duel, in order to show the bearing of the aristocracy, it is a superfluous burden to the guy who takes money to kill people, right? Maybe you have a unique idea as an individual, but after embarking on the career path of taking other people's lives for food, you continue to pretend to stick to the idea of half-assing - it is completely self-righteous hypocrisy. ”

The arms that had been holding them lifted their leisurely posture, and the red iris and pupils reflected the immovable bodies of the two magicians, and the corners of their mouths were raised in disdain to cast ominous shadows on the image.

"The cross-triangle magician did his best to do it against a group of country kids with only hunting knives and bows and arrows in their hands? Ah...... Forget it, although it is always difficult to fight against the guys who do not enter the stream, the result will also make yourself regressive and degenerate. But it's all like this, you can't do it without fighting. ”

The overwhelming silence pushed Sad's power back, and the battle went straight to the heat without warning, with a loud kick that cracked the ground and a silhouette that rebounded into the air.

As if he had already cooperated with the drill countless times, at the moment when Li Lin jumped up, the sharp cone-shaped rock pillar tore through the ground and tore apart the square inch where the young man had stood. The sneak attack weapon that failed to pierce the target did not stop there, and while further accelerating its growth rate and piercing into the air, the cone radiated more spiky branches in all directions, completely turning into a giant rock cactus, waiting for the prey in the air to fall into its arms and become a victim of a thousand holes.

The boy captured by gravity stopped jumping and chased towards the thorny jungle as the script had been set in advance, and the bloody scene seemed to be striding into reality under the acceleration of gravity.

"I have a certain amount of actual combat experience, and I used my brain well before the war. ”

In the case of someone's venomous tongue, an overly pertinent testimonial left a cold, tingling sensation on the mage's skin. The next moment, the air behind the boy was split by twisted and intertwined silver flashes. The extension of the fierce wings created with the goal of killing the prey far exceeded the speed at which the rock thorns grew and approached Li Lin, and the sharpness, hardness, and kinetic energy were far inferior to the [Blade Wings], and the rocks that were sniped by the silver blade wings were as silent as cheese cut by a dinner knife.

The [Restoration] and [Configuration] techniques quickly gave the inorganic earth a new ferocious posture to launch a counterattack, but before that function could complete the process of activation-operation, the metal ferocious wings converged on the sharpness of the ends, like a throwing spear, like a whip that was waved to pierce or encircle a rock pillar. The falling boy skillfully pulled his body sideways diagonally, breaking the figure that could not dodge and evade the spell in midair, and once again avoided the jungle of rock thorns that showed its fangs.

"Hell, jumping around like a monkey!!"

Georges Dieri, who was constantly changing his technique to control the rock spikes to radiate and pierce at new angles, couldn't help but roar. The strange object that Li Lin extended from behind shattered it all at a speed far faster than the growth of the rock spikes, and in the dense attack launched by Dieri, he repeatedly shot at the new coordinates with slender silver flexible metal for quick fixation. Causing the body to shake like a rope hanging from a heavy object or suddenly move sideways, the carefully planned attack is all down the ground with unimaginable evasive maneuvers. ...,

No matter who you are, if you work hard but don't get the corresponding reward, your mood will become extremely bad, and it is understandable to shout a few words to vent your hatred.

It's just that...... The content of Dieri's shouting was too unconscious, and the elves watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but laugh.

"Even Li Lin would be bothered by saying that, right?"

"Shut up, bald. ”

"You don't take a position on that, do you?"

“...... You shut up. ”

In the end, Sade, who was in the same camp, joined the chorus of complaints, and Dieri clearly felt something shatter in his chest, and he fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Damn, baldness has no human rights, ah!!!!!!!!!!h

The switch of psychological trauma closed again, and the middle-aged bald monkey would be moved to run away when he released the beast in broad daylight.

How much does this guy care about baldness......

"Shut up!"

Unable to endure the loud noise that shakes the eardrum and disturbs the sense of balance, Sade has to repeat the specified action of cutting off the traumatic circuit.

Dieri, who had been hit in the back of the head again, finally stopped crying, and the world was a little quieter.

"It seems that we have some common language about the nerves of our subordinates. ”

“......”

Sade's facial expression muscles twitched unnaturally a few times, and only the Almighty Mother Goddess and himself knew how much force he had used to prevent himself from making an expression of approval.

It is not these trivial things that need to be noted, there are more important things to pay attention to.

An unidentified teenager, strange magic, an unknown alchemical synthesis—the interconnected secrets that run through it, support the knowledge it holds. That's what Sade wants.

In the final analysis, the manifestation of magic is the phenomenon of the caster's cognition of various phenomena in the world, which is amplified and enhanced by the highly condensed mana composition, and it is not only the scale and precision of the magic composition and the spiritual cohesion that determine the level of the magician, but also the cognitive process of various phenomena in the world, which is equally important, or even more important.

A magician who has not been near the ocean cannot reproduce the waves, and a magician who has not been deep in the jungle cannot make trees grow out of thin air. Only with sufficient cognition can we correctly imagine and construct the corresponding techniques to make the phenomena manifest. On the contrary, the twisted wings, not to mention the heavy body that flies, are denied in the moment depicted through vague and deviated imaginations, and return from existence to nothingness.

The dark-haired teenagers know what they haven't touched, so they can construct phenomena that no one has ever seen.

From the images dictated by Monet and Nidel and the recovered corpse fragments, Thad was unable to find a corresponding situation or a solution from known magic and experience, and the only conclusion he could draw was the seemingly absurd inference of the previous one.

I was amazed that I couldn't believe that I could not believe that I had witnessed it in reality, and I was so surprised that my heart stirred up and made a stirring sound.

Unknown territory, knowledge that others have not yet come into contact with.

The great temptation teased Sade's endurance, and with a light touch of the sugar coating, the greedy instinct was completely activated.

The magician, who knows the true value of knowledge, understands what a sweet and sweet temptation it is, and the more he understands the deeper meaning, the more irresistible he is to devote himself to the fierce Faustian impulse to thirst for knowledge and inquiry.

Knowledge is the accumulation of experience and cognition, and the most fundamental reason why most of the magicians with a long family line are nobles, especially the superior nobles, is that they have formed a monopoly on knowledge, and the continuous accumulation of links in the family system surpasses the outside world, so that the related techniques are far more qualitative and quantitative than the common people and small nobles. The great nobles enjoyed undisputed power over the unique human resources of the mage, which in turn used to further protect the monopoly on knowledge, and was only open to members of the family. ...,

Even if the children of commoners and lower-ranking nobles have excellent talents, the gap between them and the children of the great nobles in terms of educational resources is too great, and the magical knowledge hidden by the great nobles, such as the records of phenomena, the principles of magic, the efficiency of chanting spells, and the cultivation methods of mental concentration, has never been disclosed to the outside world, including high-level institutions such as the National Academy of Magic. Most of the magicians who are not from the great nobles stay at the cross level, and the truth that the lowest of the great nobles is also the triangular or quadrilateral level.

A mean tutor who mocks his family's thin lineage, a shameless classmate who flatters around the children of a big nobleman, a frivolous gentleman who boasts about his family background with low-level magic, a shameless chaser who chases a child of a big nobleman, and a shallow woman who is infected with venereal diseases or kicked away after being tired of being played.

In the campus air, which is like a poisonous miasma and poisonous insects crawling all over his body, Sade has long been aware of all kinds of unspoken rules that stand still. The young, ambitious junior students of the National Academy of Magic had no intention of bowing to fate, and their thirst for knowledge and trying to change their fate reached out into the fence wall that the great nobles had planted with violence and power.

The cost of touching monopolies that can't even be mentioned is so heavy that it almost crushes THAAD to pieces. The title was stripped away, and the reputation, property, land, and servants were all stripped away, and they fled from the capital in a hurry like a lost dog. The National Academy of Magic of the Kingdom of Charlemagne no longer has the name of Alphonse de Sade, and a single archival record associated with it has been completely erased.

The erasure of the social level is far from enough to vent the nameless fire that the nobles have been ablating their nerves all day because the fundamental cheese on which they have developed is touched by others, and it is only by sending killers to completely erase the rat named [Sade] from the flesh, and to give a memorable enough warning to other scum who are also ready to move, but not bold enough. It's just that Sade's IQ, strength, and luck are not bad. The sulky superiors had not yet been able to hang his head on the fireplace to decorate the façade like the fruits of other hunts.

His thirst for knowledge and his unquenchable curiosity about the unknown can lead Sade to act in what is considered crazy by others, and it can also be a serious reason for him to accept commissions from black marketeers who are despised by his heart. Compared to the immeasurable treasures of unidentified techniques, phenomenal reconstitution, mana transformations, and so on, the little reward given by Monet was just a pebble on the side of the road—the kind that was so inconspicuous that he would not even have the interest to kick it away.

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Interpretive small theater

Nidhogg: Lord Lilin, what is the Faustian impulse?

Li Lin: Huhu, Dr. Faustus, the protagonist of Goethe's famous novel Faust, made a bet with the devil Mephistopheles in order to gain knowledge of the world. The series of stories that take place around this bet is the plot of this magnum opus. Because of his pact with the devil, Faust was not allowed to be satisfied with things, and if he said something like, "Stay a little longer," he would go to hell. It is precisely because of such a spirit that Faust can constantly break through himself and pursue love, beauty, courtesy, and practice, so that Faust can grow within the scope of spiritual exploration. So people regard such an insatiable spirit of things as the Faustian spirit. Is this spirit of never being satisfied with oneself always a belief and a truth? The answer is no. In the absence of restraint, the Faustian spirit can develop into an unbridled greedy impulse.

Nidhogg: What a terrible desire to learn! Thank you!