The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 127 Imitation Magic

Cerlian and Tops entered Cuckoo's classroom.

The research of the Dujuan classroom is biased towards application. They like to imitate magic, that is, some magic props that do not require intelligence and greatly lower the threshold.

For example, the rhododendron pyroxene that will burst into a magic ball attack when smashed, such as the magic pot, is a prop that generates magic power and causes lethality by mixing various materials.

Although these props are not as powerful as real magic, they can often be used as weapons for those dull guards and cuckoos.

In the Rhododendron classroom, there are many desks, which are filled with various pyroxenes and crystals, and the research and debugging of imitation magic is carried out.

Selian suddenly laughed:

"I am reminded of a question that used to circulate widely in the academy."

"What's the problem?" Topps asked.

"How to solve the problem of imitating magic and cuckoos," said Cerlian.

Topps said: "Is it to say-the cuckoos are ambitious, not completely surrendered to the academy, and study imitation magic by themselves-how to solve this kind of problem?"

Selian shook her head with a smile:

"Magicians are very proud. How could they care about imitating magic? Imitating magic requires no intelligence, and only requires a small amount of resources. It can simulate the effect of magic—a bit similar to your research path."

Topps scratched his head:

"What's the problem with imitating magic and cuckoo?"

"It's a boring question that has nothing to do with magic." Serlian said, "Some people think that since imitation magic can achieve magic-like effects, why don't magicians just use imitation magic directly."

Topps opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond to the question.

He felt that this question was too ridiculous, and he didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

"For the magicians, the answer to this question is very simple—" Serlian said, "that is, no response. Regarding this kind of question, the magicians think that if they answer, they will lose."

"I seem to have heard the story in a joke," Topps said.

"It's a joke to magicians," said Cerlian, "but it's not so funny when you put it in another story."

So Lian stroked the pyroxenes and crystals with his sleeve:

"The cuckoo is not loyal to the magicians. After a long period of contempt and alienation from the magicians, there will always be some cuckoo rebellion. Cuckoo's counterfeit magic is not as powerful as the real magic, but it is enough to kill many magicians .”

"The ignorant are not powerless," said Topps.

"That's right," said Cerlian. "When the conflict between the cuckoo and the magician breaks out, the magicians who think so highly of themselves tend to fall into the dust."

She held up the crystallization of her hands:

"If you take care of those cuckoos, the magicians will spend a lot of time and energy. In this case, it is the most economical to ignore and shut down the cuckoos' opinions.

"But long-term neglect will also lead to resentment and incomprehension. Sooner or later, the cuckoos will rebel and kill a large number of magicians. The knowledge and dignity that once made them think highly of themselves are not superior to imitation magic. go."

Topps asked: "How did the academy solve it?"

"The academy hasn't solved it." Ser Lian said, "Aren't they still the same arrogant look now-the students who close the door, respect themselves, and refuse to study. And Du Juan, will often break away from the academy's control."

"Is there no solution to this problem?" Topps asked.

"Yes," said Cerlian.

"What is it?" Topps asked subconsciously.

"Become a child of the stars!" Selian said frantically. "Human beings are so stupid and narrow. Only by expanding our horizons and becoming a child of the stars can we transcend the limitations of our bodies and our thinking."

Tops gasped, not expecting that Selian was waiting for him here.

He smiled awkwardly:

"Yes, yes, the Son of the Star is very powerful..."

Tops talked about him left and right, ready to skip the subject.

He suddenly saw the splendor stone coverings hanging on the wall and covering the entire wall.

Each style of Huishi stone cover represents a famous magic master who can establish a sect in the academy and establish a new classroom.

The students of the college are all proud of being given the radiant stone cover. Different talents and talents, different research fields, will choose different classrooms.

Selian noticed Tops' gaze, and looked back, with a soft expression:

"I really miss the days when I was given the Brilliant Stone Cover and chose the classroom."

Tops couldn't empathize with Serlian. He still doesn't have a hood. Although he has attended some classrooms, he has never been officially crowned.

Se Lian said: "With your current level, you can definitely enter the classroom to study. Which classroom do you want to choose, and which brilliant stone cover will you be given?"

Serlian is like a treasure, and introduced to Tops:

"Caleros classroom, the place where I first studied, the classroom with the longest history and the greatest influence. My first teacher, the founder of pyroxene magic - Master Yazler once taught here;

"Olivieri's classroom, exploring the magic of meteors. Master Luthert once taught here. He is the closest person to the child of the star."

"Another originator of pyroxene magic," said Topps.

Tops looked at the masks with emotion.

He is also looking forward to these masters very much, so how could he not know the stories and great figures behind the hui stone mask.

Shuangxian Classroom, the classroom where the brightest students study;
Highmore classroom, learning the magic of cannon and sanctions;

Razli classroom, learning Kalia and the heresy of academy magic equally.

……

Tops looked at the hoods, his eyes blurred:
"Which one can take a fancy to me, I am satisfied."

"Choose actively." Selian encouraged him, "This is the spirit that matches the exploring spirit of a magician."

Topps said: "Speaking of which, you are a talented woman in the academy. How many classrooms have you studied in?"

"Except for Highmore Classroom, I haven't learned much. I have basically learned all of them. Highmore Classroom studies cannon and sanction magic." Se Lian pinched his chin and thought, "But I also have a relationship with Highmore Classroom."

"What origin?"

"Convicted in court by their hammer," said Cerlian, "and shot."

Selian was a little annoyed:

"Cannons and sanctions? Magicians want to explore without taboos. Do these people understand? I really want to squeeze them into magic pieces and make them shut down the noisy noise generator forever."

"Uh..." Tops felt that the crimes committed by Selian could not be avoided in the college.

Tops wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked around to prevent anyone from hearing what Cerlian said.

Topps said: "But you have not accepted the judgment of the Academy, but you have listened to the words of the unknown."

Se Lian nodded: "He has expressed his position on this issue - there is no taboo, but it must be efficient and economical. His idea is not unreasonable. In the past, in order to make magic blocks, dozens or even hundreds of magicians were needed. If the consumption can be reduced , the same resources can undoubtedly bring people closer to the realm of the Star Children."

Tops straightened Selian's sleeves, and several magicians came from a distance.

Judging by the glowstone cover, they were all students in Caleros' classroom.

At the root of the classroom—Master Yazler has been expelled from the academy today. Although the apprentices in the Caleros classroom have turned their backs on Master Yazler, they still regard this hood as one of the oldest and most honorable hoods. one.

Although almost all magicians have been given hoods during the long closure of the academy, there are almost no ordinary apprentices in the academy.

"Tops? You're back." The apprentice Caleros approached and greeted Tops.

"Yeah, I'm back. I want to attend the crowning ceremony and study in the classroom." Tops responded to the apprentices.

The apprentices chuckled a few times:
"Good luck to you then."

With that said, the apprentices walked to their respective research tables, looked up books beside the bookshelf, and studied pyroxene.

These apprentices did not show obvious contempt, but the disregard was very obvious in their words.

The pages of the book turned, the crucible collided, and the surroundings fell into a quiet research environment. Everyone ignored Tops.

The greatest contempt is probably complete disregard.

This kind of silence made Tops a little unbearable.

Tops pulled Sirian:

"Let's go, let's go see the magic professor."

When the masters are still in the magic academy, they can directly accept apprentices, give the apprentices the brilliance stone cover, and bring them to their classrooms to study.

But now the masters have been expelled one after another, and the work of crowning the apprentices has been handed over to the magic professor.

This work was handed over to the professor of magic, which was also the result of the game between the royal family and the academy.

Magic professors are loyal to the royal family of Kalia, and the apprentices they choose will bind the academy more closely with the royal family of Kalia to promote the integration of the two parties.

Topps approached an apprentice and asked where the magic professor was.

The apprentice wearing the Olivierus glowstone hood replied: "Professor Magic is in the lounge on the west side of the Rhododendron classroom."

When Tops took Serlian to the lounge, he didn't see the magic professor.

No way, Tops could only find another apprentice nearby to ask.

"The professor of magic is in the hidden room over the cuckoo classroom."

So Tops rushed back again, and after searching for a long time, he found the small room hidden in the Rhododendron Church.

But still no magic professor.

"Where?" Tops was sweating tiredly.

"Are you looking for the professor of magic?" The apprentice from the Lazley classroom next to him came over with a mahogany sword. "The professor has gone to the cemetery."

"I walked in that direction just now, I didn't come across it..." Tops ran to the cemetery again.

The cemetery is very large, and many immortals and puppets eroded by pyroxene occupy this cemetery, but they did not see the eye-catching big hat of the professor of magic.

Tops had no choice but to keep going, in order to meet the professor.

On the way, Topps was a little sad:

"They're not making fun of me, are they?"

Sir Lian said: "I don't know. The tutors took me to the classroom when I entered the classroom."

Tops covered his face: "It's great to be a top student."

They walked to a waterwheel and met a figure wearing very little clothes and a big sword on his waist beside the waterwheel.

He is not human, tall and slender, with pale skin, as if growing up in a weightless environment.

The ears are slender and sharp, and the appearance is far from that of ordinary people.The texture of the skin is not fleshy, it looks cracked and hard.

"This...shouldn't be a professor of magic?" Topps was also a little unsure.

"Don't be rude." Cerion poked Tops in the lower back.

Se Lian took the initiative to step forward, bowed to the slender, pale human figure, and introduced to Tops:

"This is the respected White King."

"White King... who is it?" Tops wondered.

He had seldom seen such an attitude on Sirian's part.

Selian generally only shows respect for masters such as Yazler.

"Children of the Stars." Selian said concisely, and with three words, Tops understood why Selian had such an attitude.

"No wonder." Topps suddenly realized.

He also followed Se Lian, imitating everything, and saluted the stone-skinned white king.

"There are not many magicians who are so polite." Bai Wang sighed.

"So you can talk?" Tops was surprised.

Se Lian said: "The gravity magic of Ratan was taught by the White King, and of course the White Kings can speak."

"Do you know where the professor of magic is?" Tops still remembered the moment of awarding the crown, "I heard that the professor came to the cemetery."

"Professor of Magic? Didn't come here." Bai Wang said.

Topps smiled wryly:
"Sure enough... are the apprentices trying to amuse me... They talked about the place near Du Juan's classroom."

Bai Wang said: "They didn't lie to you, but they were indeed entertaining you."

Tops was stunned: "What does this mean?"

Bai Wang said: "The professor of magic is studying teleportation magic, and he will teleport at a high speed with a fixed route. If you run after him, you will definitely not be able to catch up. Those apprentices did tell you where the professor is, but they didn't tell you. Might keep up."

"Can it still be like this?" Tops was stunned, "Then what should we do?"

"Just go to a fixed place and wait." Selian pushed Tops, "Go and wait, I still have some academic questions and I want to ask King Bai for advice."

Su Lian's habit of being unable to walk when seeing the Star Child suddenly broke out, and he pushed Tops away without fear of being exposed, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and started chatting with King Bai about magic.

Tops looked at Selian, whose eyes were shining with stars, and didn't bother him anymore, and went back to Cuckoo's classroom by himself.

He went to the small hidden room and waited for the magic professor to teleport over.

It's relatively quiet here, so you don't have to face those magic apprentices with bad attitudes, so it's suitable for being alone.

But Tops didn't wait long, the professor didn't come, but a few apprentices blocked the door.

The apprentices wore all kinds of hoods, and with bottles and jars in their hands, they approached Tops enthusiastically.

"Tops, help us test our newly developed imitation magic."

"I'm waiting for the professor of magic..." Topps said, "I'm going to report and present my research later, and strive for the crown."

"What's the hurry, it's still early for the magic professor to come here, why don't you test it for us."

"That's right, this imitation magic requires unqualified people to test, our data is the most objective." The pyroxene magicians surrounded Tops, and the white plaster hood hit his face, "You are a waste stone , couldn’t be more appropriate.”

Tops imagined in his heart that he would show his power, knock them all down, and walk away, leaving behind an unfathomable figure.

But after imagining it, he still whispered: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)