Alien world

Chapter 31 Chapter 31. Please choose your school
Two wooden chairs face each other in the corner of the library.

Annan sat on a wooden chair at the edge of the sunny corner.Avoiding the morning sun, put your hands on your legs a little primly.Mr. Victor sat opposite, his silhouette exuding a hazy halo in the sunlight.

The library door was closed and no one bothered them.

Mr. Victor first asked the most basic knowledge: "There are several schools of magic."

"Six schools of thought, protection, prophecy, evocation, necromancy, conjuration, and summoning."

"What about spells?"

"Spells are divided into one to ten rings, and spellcasters at each stage can learn spells of two rings. Ordinary spellcasters can cast spells within the second ring, elite spellcasters within the fourth ring, and masters with the sixth ring..."

"The steps of casting a spell?"

"Mage or Warlock?"

"Mage."

"First study the theory of spells, build a spell model in your mind, then memorize it, and finally release it with magic power. Some of the spells require magic props and special singing to assist in casting spells."

"Warlock."

"Usually as long as you have seen the process of spell release or know the principle of spells, you can restore them by thinking...by thinking about the origin of spells."

"What makes the difference between mages and warlocks?"

"I haven't seen this part yet..."

Annan thought to himself that I haven't even learned the addition of single digits in the four operations, so you can ask me about advanced mathematics... Mathematics...

The divergent thinking allowed Annan to catch the flashing light.

"...because they use different tools?"

"A novel answer..."

Mr. Victor raised his head, his old eyes were regretful and sad.

Annan guessed that Mr. Victor saw his past self in himself.

"Then you also know the difference between magic power and psionic power?"

"Are they different tools?"

Mr. Victor nodded, as if satisfied with Annan's conjecture.Picking up the pottery red coffee cup: "Do you know how this cup is made?"

"Fired in sand."

"Where's the coffee inside?"

"Made from ground coffee beans."

"Where are the coffee beans?"

"The fruit of the coffee tree."

Victor put down his glass and picked up the book next to him: "What about the pages?"

"Trees and plant fibers are used as raw materials to make pulp, which is turned into paper, and books are bound with paper," Annan replied.

Victor put down the book again, narrowed his cloudy eyes, and searched the library for knowledge that would stump Annan.

"I don't know how water is formed." Annan said humbly immediately.

The old man didn't bother with this issue, and said with a cold snort, "The mage knows."

"Magic is the Tower of Babel built by infinite magicians for countless years. The first magicians laid the foundation, using knowledge as a stone, and stretched their hands of seeking knowledge to the starry sky."

"Warlocks are born spellcasters, so they never use knowledge as a tool to pry open the door of the unknown."

Mr. Victor has committed the arrogance of the mage again - boasting about the mage and belittling others. Fortunately, he has not forgotten what to do today. "Your talent is not derived from blood, so you can only trigger magic with the magic of six schools of thought."

Annan sat up slightly, he had been looking forward to this moment.

At this time, Mr. Victor looked at the clock in the corner and said, "It's almost time." After the words fell, the shadows of the stopped carriages on the street blocked the doors and windows.

"Go open the door."

Annan got up and walked to the door, and saw an unexpected figure stepping off the carriage.

"Little Winchester?"

"Lindy Winchet." Little Winchet officially told Annan her name.

"Alright little Winchet." Annan's eyes fell on the luxurious lacquered wooden carriage with the Winchet family crest printed on it, wondering if the wine lady was on it.

"No."

Little...Lindy seemed to know what he was thinking, and passed by Annan with a stack of scrolls, and came to the corner of the sun and said respectfully: "Mr. Victor."

"what are these?"

After closing the library door, Annan looked at the scroll that Lindy put down.

"You are not a mage." Mr. Victor suddenly sighed, "Your ignorance makes the mages of the evil camp want to dig out your head and study it."

Sounds like you're talking about Martin.

"These are five magic scrolls," Lindy said.

Victor's drooping eyes glanced at the scroll: "There are no scrolls of the Necromantic system."

"It can't be collected in the town. But if the five schools are not activated, he can only be the necromancer."

Mr. Victor was noncommittal, and then Lindy took the test instead of Mr. Victor.

"What should I do?" Annan asked.

"These are the first-level spells of the five schools. I will use them. You can observe, sense, and imagine that you can do it too." Lindy said, "This is the shield spell of the Guardian Department."

She tore open a scroll first, and the azure blue light flowed from the crack, turning into a shield-shaped phantom that enveloped her.

Annan had no special feelings.

"It seems that he is not a person who wants to protect others." Mr. Victor sarcastically.

Lindy withdrew the shield technique and picked up the second scroll.

"The mount technique of the conjuration system."

A brown horse that was a virtual reality emerged from Lindy's side stepping on its hooves.

This lifelike horse is actually a magical creature.It will dissipate in time.But the process from nothing to something still amazes Annan.

Magic is too magical in every way...

"Neither this one."

Mr. Victor's sigh awakened Annan, and he knew the reason - conjuration is the most comprehensive and most suitable for combat among the six schools.

The third scroll is Detect Undead of the divination system.

However, there are no undead here for it to detect. After tearing the scroll, the fluorescence lingers around Lindy a few times, annihilated in the gap between light and darkness.

Annan still couldn't capture any inspiration from it.

Next up is the Evocation Department.Mr. Victor said suddenly: "The library cannot withstand arcane missiles."

"Teacher, it's the floating disc technique."

Lindy was about to tear open the scroll, and a glowing disc floated beside her.

Annan's only thought was "what does it feel like to stand on it".

There is one scroll left.

Although Mr. Victor said that he has the talent of a warlock, Annan couldn't help but worry about it——

If it's not even the summoning system, the so-called talent can only be an accident, or the undead system.

It is the kind of necromancer who stays in the dark tomb with skeletons and ghosts, and conducts unknown and terrifying experiments.

Lindy tore open the scroll directly,
The spatial rift of the low-level summoning technique appeared in front of his eyes, and a silhouette composed of water drilled out of the rift that seemed to beat the tide.

Annan stared at the water elemental, feeling a strange feeling coming out...

"Stop!"

Old Victor's cry woke him up.

"Before you are proficient, don't cast spells casually... unless what you want to answer the call is an indescribable existence."

"Summoning system..." Mr. Victor couldn't restrain the mage's thirst for knowledge, "Son, why did you awaken the summoning system?"

Annan blamed the door, but could not speak to Mr. Victor.

"I long for companionship," he said after a moment's thought.

"Don't say stupid things."

"Well, I like to bully the few with the more."

(End of this chapter)