Wizard From Afar

For any wizard, it has never been easy to compile incantion, let alone an apprentice. It is simply impossible to start.

Also, what Loren needs to complete is not a spell, not even magic. His goal is to maintain some unstable void energy for a short period of time, at least to maintain it as " "Sword" shape will do.

According to Isaac's calculations, if all goes well, this so-called "lightsaber" can last for a few seconds at a time, and then it will definitely disappear. And because it has the characteristics of a spell, every time it is used, it consumes Loren's own spirit strength. The more you use it, the heavier the burden.

Void, this is the key word Loren really cares about-although this weapon sounds like an energy weapon that is "powered" by itself, it really makes it work Still the power of the void.

Sitting in the corner of the library, Loren, who kept searching for materials in various documents, kept thinking of everything he had experienced during this period in his mind.

The reason why this world is different from the world I was in before is simply because of the existence of void, but also because people in this world are separate and dual existence of spirit and matter, and their consciousness can not only exist in In the real world, after the body enters a dormant state, one's spirit can enter another level.

Even now, Loren can't really understand what the void is.

This is not a kind of energy, but it can affect reality, so that there will be mutant monsters, alchemy compounds and magic. It can even affect people's consciousness and make things that are completely contrary to common sense true.

It exists because it does not exist, but it is so within reach for the wizards; while tempting everyone who desires this power, it also makes all those who pursue it from the bottom of their hearts Feel intimidated.

Strictly speaking, Loren has experienced the void twice-the first time in the cellar, the guy named Asriel used the power of the void to completely distorted the entire cellar space; the second time It is during the process of meditation that the spiritual palace built by oneself is, to a certain extent, the "emptiness" of one's own.

In comparison, spiritual palace is much harmless and simpler.

Maybe I should really find a chance to really enter the void and try it... Thinking of what Dalton said before, Loren thought hesitatingly.

He has always hated this kind of uncertainty, but his spirit strength load intensity is not as good as the level of a real wizard. If he really wants to become a sorcerer in the future, I am afraid he does not have many choices.

But at least for now, I still have time-Loren is not in a hurry to leave Wimpal Academy, I can slowly get in touch with more knowledge here, and continue to understand this world until I am fully prepared. Make plans.

No matter in any world or age, knowledge is power.

Of course, money is also power, but considering that the chance of encountering treasures when he goes out is infinitely close to zero, Old Knight Leonardo doesn't seem to have any wealthy relatives-otherwise he doesn't need to wander around. I was basically insulated from the "rich people" in a short period of time.

Long sighed helplessly, he casually hugged the parchment he had transcribed in his arms, and the familiar Loren turned and walked towards Isaac.

When he walked behind him, Loren felt something was wrong—according to his previous knowledge of this overly arrogant guy, he would jump on the ground even if he was alone, no Stop talking to himself. It is as if there are countless spectators watching him with admiring eyes, waiting for cheers from others every second.

But now, Isaac Grantham seems to be paralyzed, sitting motionless in front of the painted blackboard, quietly turning into a squirrel on a tree.

"Have you encountered a problem?" Loren asked tentatively.

"No, what we encountered was not a problem..." Isaac Grantham didn't see the slightest confidence on his face, and muttered to himself with a dark complexion: "I, maybe I'm too I believe oneself infallible."

"Relax, you just have a little difficulty, we still have time." Loren tried to comfort him, although he didn't believe it when he said it: "We can definitely find a way. You are a genius."

"No, you don't understand. I have been working hard for this thing for a whole day, but I just can't figure it out—— This is a dead end! No, it’s terrifying than a dead end. It’s not that there’s no way, but I simply can’t find it. I don’t know how I can go on no matter how much I think about it!"

Hysterical Isaac Grantham yelled directly, and the voice echoed over and over again in the library, making the other apprentices unable to help their eyes.

"Ain's conjecture is probably right, but I can't do it. The upper limit of my ability limits this truly genius idea!" The collapsed Isaac's voice was full of crying: "This is the truth , I am simply not as genius as I thought, I am a mortal, no different from those potatoes with water in my head!"

"It's okay, don't be like this..." Seeing the surroundings getting worse and worse Looking, Loren smiling awkwardly continued to comfort him: "If you tell me where the problem is, maybe I can help you."

"I don't know, I don't know where the problem is. Where is it! It was normal before this step, but now I find that I can’t solve this at all. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m too conceited, too believe oneself infallible, I’m all right now I feel ashamed to see Ain!"

Don't let Ain Rand know about this, otherwise he will be so happy to pull it over... This is the first thought in Loren's heart. He hesitated for a moment. Loren patted Isaac's shoulder: "Otherwise, you go back and have a rest, take a good night's sleep or meditate, I will continue to finish what you have left and see if you can find a way."

"Well, it looks like I'm useless here." Isaac stood up in despair, and moved towards the library door with a sway: "I'm a cripple, let me fend for myself!"

Loren shook the head, somewhat helplessly sitting in the original position of Isaac, holding a little by little on his shoulders and began to organize the content on it.

............ About less than four hours later, only Loren was left in the empty library, sitting in his original position, maintaining the same posture as four hours ago.

Whether the happy time is short or not is open to question; but for Loren these four hours, the whole time is still.

"Well, Isaac Grantham is an undoubted mysticism genius, at least he still understands what he wrote... Probably?"

If Loren is sure What's wrong, that is that this design from the very beginning absolutely exceeds the level of apprenticeship. After reading what Isaac wrote, he didn't know what he should do. For a moment, he even felt that I was with Isaac. Feeling almost, at a loss and not knowing what to do.

I turned my head a little tired, wanting to relax my muscles and bones. Then, Loren who turned his head was stunned.

Even in a state of thinking, he has always maintained his previous vigilance. But I really didn't notice the white-bearded old man who suddenly appeared behind him, and looking at the other person's state, he had obviously been standing behind him for a long time!

The old man's eyes were very kind, he looked at Loren as if he was looking at his nephew, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth under the white beard.

"It looks like you are having trouble?"

"...Yes."

Said this sentence almost naturally, Loren, who only woke up later, immediately stood up, with an inexplicably nervous mood, smiled and bowed to the old man.

"It's an honor to meet you, Master Peter!"