Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 78 You will stand on top of the mage
  Learn magic?
  This question really stopped Terry.

Although he does have some rare magical power that is not worth mentioning, he does have a staff lying in the inventory.

But the magic in this world is not the same as the magic in that pixel game.

Speaking of the magic, summons, and other professions in that game that look very cool and mysterious, they are actually no different from warriors and shooters.

You put on an exclusive suit, set it with exclusive accessories, and pick up an exclusive weapon, which is equivalent to changing your job.

But the mage's body is really brittle, which is very unfriendly to Terry, who is not very skilled.

He likes a career with a high margin for error.

But what should real magic look like?
  Terry immediately found a related fantasy work from the memory of his past life.

Harry Potter.

As a classic and most well-known work, it not only describes a very grand magical world view, but also covers the related legends about magic that bloom all over the world.

Wands, spells, alchemy, astrology, curses, potions - except for a little less mention of battle tactics, it can be considered a very detailed construction of a complete and desirable magical world.

Terry quickly waved his hand to show weakness. If he really wanted to let Mayfair know what was going on in his mind, he might skin him alive.

I originally thought that these words would make Mayfair angry again, but this time the woman just looked at him with a strange look.

"Is my impression in your mind that disgusting?"

"Hey, what kind of image of a magician have you imagined?"

"If it were anyone else, it would indeed pay the price, but you won't."

A string of weird and obscure syllables appeared directly in Terry's mind.

Gloomy and gloomy, he plays with all kinds of disgusting objects all day long, and then throws them all into the crucible for stew.

"Oh, by the way, when you feel about to release, face the wall, don't cum on me."

Mayfair then relaxed his expression, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

It is indeed a bit of a stereotype.

"Why don't you show it?
  You also know that many countries were not very friendly to wizards and wizards in the Middle Ages, and in modern times there are many literary and artistic works that deliberately discredit them. I am influenced by the general environment. "

A magician from Western legends - I've seen a lot of them in cartoons.

"Change the first five sounds directly into your own name and repeat it in your head."

But he actually has no interest in magic, even lower than his interest in bows and arrows.

There is usually a big mole with black hair on the face.

"Sorry, my bad."

Mayfair's face became more and more livid because she saw the disgust in Terry's eyes becoming more and more unabashedly intense.

Mayfair stood up angrily, fiddled with the white coat he put on pretentiously, and lifted up the hem, revealing his round black silk thighs.

He has a long and pointed aquiline nose, rides on a broken broom, stares at the bubbling colored liquid in the pot and laughs weirdly.

Terry hesitated: "There won't be any big cost or side effects, right?"

Terry's vision went dark, and he felt as if some tire had run over his face.

He carefully looked at Mayfair's expression, and then repeatedly speculated on the contact process during this period.

Terry decided to give it credit.

He thought about his name in his mind awkwardly, and then connected the remaining syllables after removing the first five sounds.

A burning feeling in his soul quietly appeared, just like the unbearable anger that was about to burst out when he wore the red lantern ring before.

The magic value in the status bar is deducted by two points.

Finally focus on the walls. A fireball the size of a fist appeared out of thin air, and then flew out with a whoosh.

Bang!
  A black and ugly mark burned by high temperature was left on the wall beside Mayfair.

There was a brief silence in the office.

Terry's breathing quickened slightly.

"that's it?"

"What? Do you think it's not powerful enough?"

"No, it's not—"

Terry stared at the scorched black mass on the wall, his mouth opened in surprise and disbelief.

"It's that simple?"

"How much harder does it have to be?"

Mayfair looked proud and arrogant.

"You kid, you have no idea how good your talent is. Ninety-nine point nine percent of ordinary people in this world, even if they have magic talent and are lucky enough to get magic books, how can they communicate with someone who is willing to provide you with The existence of magic is still a question."

"Almost ninety percent of those existences that exist outside the world or within various narrow spaces are malicious to humans and the human world."

"Except for the inheritance of some orthodox magicians - they only have a small number of neutral or well-intentioned demon communication methods."

Mayfair stretched out his slender white fingers and tapped Terry's forehead from the air.

"And you, your kid naturally has magic power that you don't know where to get. Not only does it have no attribute distinction, it can even be regenerated continuously after consumption."

"This means that you don't need any help from any demon at all. You are a natural magician!"

"When you cast any magic, you can directly skip the stages of praying and transmitting magic!"

"As long as you can get the spells and spells, as long as you learn how to identify the key points in them that represent prayers to the devil and replace them with your own!"

"As long as you find a way to increase your magic power reserve!"

"You can cast all the magic known in this world as you like without paying any price!"

Mayfair opened his arms as if worshiping something.

"As long as you want, you can become the most terrifying and powerful magician in the world!"

"And the luckiest thing for you is that you met me!"

"Whether it's potions, spells, spells... I know almost everything related to magic. As long as you ask, I will teach you everything without reservation!"

Terry looked at Mayfair talking more and more enthusiastically, and he started to feel a little nervous, so he couldn't help but interrupt aloud.

“Then—isn’t two hundred dollars per class not enough?”

"Pfft~"

Mayfair fell down on the table with a thud, then struggled with his hands and feet, got up with disheveled hair, and looked at Terry like a stupid pig.

"How dare you use money to measure it!"

"Do you know that the meeting of the two of us is a match made in heaven. I will teach you all the magic, and you will eventually reach the top of the mage in this world! No matter the past or present!!!"

Terry's eyes lit up.

"So you are willing to refund the money and teach me?"

……

"no!"

(End of this chapter)