Wander!blue star

"Alan, we are leaving Lord Haita tomorrow and going on a trip with Lady Flillian. Why aren't you nervous at all?"

Feilan sat beside Zheng Fei's bed, her big eyes blinking.

Zheng Fei was leaning over the table, carving out the magic formula on the manuscript paper with a serious expression, as if he was carving a stone statue that would be passed down for hundreds of generations.

"It's just a trip, why should you be so nervous?" Zheng Fei said without turning his head, "Once I figure out this magic, I can open the portal. Then, if you miss the Sea Tower, you can use the portal to come back and have a look."

"Portal?" Fearon looked confused. "Isn't that magic that only exists in myths and legends?"

Zheng Fei shrugged his shoulders and said, "It seems that every magic I perform only exists in myths and legends. Please don't say this word again. My ears are getting calluses from hearing it."

"Alan, you are really a genius!" Philen couldn't help but praise, "Even the great magician Flame may not be as good as you."

Zheng Fei shook his head: "Don't say that, I was able to create these magics by standing on the shoulders of my predecessors."

"The great magician Flame is also standing on the shoulders of her predecessors." Philen blinked.

Zheng Fei smiled but said nothing.

Even though they are all predecessors, there are still differences in the height of their shoulders.

The predecessor under his feet is a behemoth at the multiverse level, a super behemoth who is entering the pan-multiverse era.

Even if Franmei stepped on the goddess of this world, she could not compare with his superior conditions.

Feilun walked to Zheng Fei's side and looked at his manuscript paper. "What a complicated magic formula. Although I have learned a lot of magic knowledge from Lady Fulilian, I still can't understand it at all."

"That's right, you can't understand it." Zheng Fei replied, "I have almost figured out the essence of magic and created a simpler magic language that is completely different from the current magic language."

Fearon's eyes widened: "You created a magical language?"

"Don't make a fuss. Once you have mastered the knowledge about little mosses, you will be able to be like me." Zheng Fei didn't care.

Magical spells are a language.

He used industrial methods to analyze magical rituals and gradually simplified them, eventually forming the set he uses now.

If people in this world need to use thirty magic formulas to express the same magic, then he only needs six magic formulas.

The reason for simplifying magic formulas is that once the number of magic formulas exceeds a certain level, lags are likely to occur, and the upper and lower magic formulas cannot be connected together, ultimately leading to the failure of the entire magic release.

"Simplifying magic formulas is the future direction of magic development in this world." Zheng Fei said calmly, "Too many magic formulas are prone to collapse. In order to perform more complex and powerful magic, the people of this world must simplify magic formulas, otherwise civilization will stagnate."

Philen tilted his head: "What do you mean by people from this world? Aren't you from this world?"

"Maybe." Zheng Fei shrugged.

After all these years of research, even if he wanted to be modest, his magical attainments might really surpass anyone in this world.

This made him fearless.

Even if his identity as a time traveler was exposed one day, he didn't think he would be threatened.

Fearon blinked and spread her hands. "Well, even if you say you are the incarnation of the goddess, I will believe it, because you are so amazing. You will definitely have a place in the history of magic!"

Zheng Fei smiled.

For him, such an achievement is a matter of course.

After all, not only is he a senior researcher at the United Government, he also has a MOSS in his head.

MOSS can complete calculations in one second that would take ordinary people hundreds of years to complete. Even a wild boar, with the assistance of MOSS, can become the best magician in history.

Feilan opened Zheng Fei's drawer, which was already filled with manuscript paper.

"All of these are magics that don't exist outside." Fearon chuckled, "Lady Flillian will go crazy over these."

These manuscripts are not all magic, they also contain the process of magic deduction.

There are 1342 magics in total. Zheng Fei has never rested since he came to this world. He can deduce and verify a new magic in two or three days.

Click—Zheng Fei pushed the drawer shut.

"Flillian not only likes magic, but also likes the process of finding magic." Zheng Fei said calmly, "The most important thing is, if I give her all these magics now, she won't take us out to travel."

Philen was stunned.

"That's right." She paused. "If Lady Flillian gets so many new magics, she will definitely not want to go anywhere until she masters them all."

How long after that?

Three years? Five years? Ten years?

Philen has been with Fulilian for more than five years and knows Fulilian's character very well.

"Well, I'd better not give it to Lady Flillian." Fearon shuddered, "Lord Haita is still counting on me to bring back some adventures, so I can't just stay away."

At this time, Zheng Fei stretched out his right hand.

A simple yet complex magic spell flashed by.

A ray of golden light visible to the naked eye shot out and merged into Zheng Fei's door.

"What's that?" Fearon looked towards the door. "Something flew over there?"

Zheng Fei nodded, his eyes slightly tired: "Portal magic, I use this door as the destination. No matter where I use portal magic, I will summon this door, and when I push it open, I will return here."

The portal involves space technology and is extremely complex.

The original magic language of this world did not have any description of space technology at all, but fortunately he created a completely new magic language.

"So powerful?" Philen's eyes lit up.

"Please teach me, so that I can come back to see Master Haita more often!"

Zheng Fei tapped the table with his fingers.

An invisible force lifted the manuscript on the table and flew in front of Philen.

"Take it and have a look." He said nonchalantly.

Fearon picked up the manuscript and said happily, "Thank you, Alan, you're the best!"

She paused and then said, "But I don't understand anything on it. Can you teach me?"

In her opinion, the content on the manuscript paper was almost like scribbles.

Emmm, exquisite ghost painting?
Zheng Fei nodded slightly.

"Okay, but it's late today."

He said softly: "I will teach this knowledge to Little Moss. Let Little Moss teach you."

"Yeah." Philen nodded, looking very cute.

She tiptoed out of the room.

"Good night, Alan."

Click—the door closed.

Zheng Fei walked to the bed and lay on his back.

Resting his head on the soft swan feather pillow, he murmured, "It's time to go out for a walk and see the scenery of this world." (End of this chapter)