Son of the Olden Days

Until nightfall, Sol alone dealt with the dinner in the college, and stepped on the time to deal with his own curse in the bathroom, and then wandered back to his school room.

During the whole day of enrollment, except for Cecily and the deacon, he had hardly spoken to any students.

On the way back to the school building, I met many people, although occasionally there would be a glance at it, but it didn't last. After all, for his dispensable existence, no one bothered to waste their eyes.

Saul smiled indifferently, as if returning to the old days of the monastery.

The school building at night was not noisy, and Thor fell asleep quickly and had a good night's dream.

The next morning, Sol came to the big classroom early. Yesterday the notice board in the Central Garden said that today will teach the course of magic history here, and Sol will also experience his first study after entering the academy here, and he is faintly looking forward to it.

This large classroom is not the only one, but the students have been divided into different levels and will learn knowledge in different classrooms.

This third-level classroom is generally spacious and bright, and the internal layout is also very fresh.

Rows of chairs surround the middle in a circle, and in a small open area enclosed by the middle, there is a high-back armchair that can rotate, which is probably the seat of the instructor.

When Sol arrived there were almost no people in the classroom, and he was not in a hurry, and waited silently with interest.

As time passed, the candlesticks gradually lit up, and the students in twos and threes also entered the classroom, and soon filled the chairs in the classroom. But they sat in a fan-shaped area in an orderly manner, and Sol was alone on the opposite side.

It is estimated that this should be a detail that respects the instructor, and the fan shape is just enough for the instructor to have a panoramic view of the situation of the students. Sol can only get up and walk across to obey the majority, otherwise he can't ask his tutor to teach himself alone with his back from everyone.

The chair opposite was already full of students wearing magic robes, whispering to each other. There were still a few scattered seats left among them, and Sol was too lazy to squeeze, ready to find a place to sit on the outside of the crowd.

As soon as he glanced over, Saul unexpectedly found an acquaintance.

Lorna Emilton was alone occupying a secluded corner in the back of the fan, wearing a light purple robe like herself, and wearing a mage hat, as if trying to hide her conspicuous blue hair.

However, her whole person is now exuding an aura that no strangers should enter. She is also very empty and there are no people around. It may be because of her family affairs that her academy life has also been affected, or she has been affected by other students. Marginalized.

Thinking about it carefully, Lorna is also Tier 3, and it seems not surprising that she will appear in the Magic Academy, but this unexpected encounter still made Sol a little happy. He is decisively ready to sit down and molest this little mushroom. If he doesn't molest his own life, he will have no chance.

"Stay away from me!" As if feeling Sol's approach, Lorna suddenly turned her head and said coldly.

Thor was stunned, only then did he realize that he was now an ordinary and honest face, still changing his voice, and it was Buu and not Thor at the moment.

Pretending to be too long, I even forgot.

"Why? The beauty is in a bad mood?" Sol stuck to the chair and deliberately got close to Lorna.

Lorna rolled her eyes and moved aside subconsciously.

"It's because of something in your family?" Saul asked in a low voice.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Lorna was stunned, then turned to stare at Saul.

"Is it okay to be so indifferent to me? I guess it is the only person on this continent who can help you." Saul held his hands and looked straight ahead steadily, and began to exude his old dog breath.

"Heh~! Who are you? What can you do for me? I don't need any help! Please stay away from me! The way you look makes me feel disgusting!" Lorna chuckled, and her language began to be vicious. It's almost cursing.

Saul raised his brows, and wanted to turn her over and give her a hard butt, but think about it, she shouldn't come out of grief yet, let her go for a while. But this kind of judging people by their appearance... is really immoral! Must be molested.

"You can look down on my Tier 3 strength, but you can't look down on my sword!" Saul continued deep.

"Your sword?" Lorna turned her head to look at Saul in surprise.

Sole realized that he was almost exposed, and the third-rate mage he played now should be a wand.

"I mean the brilliant and sharp sword of revenge in my heart!" Thor forcefully explained.

"Heh~!" Lorna laughed angrily, seeming to wonder where this guy came out of the freak. She didn't bother to listen to his nonsense, and stood up as if she was about to leave the classroom directly.

At this time, a scholar-like old man in a robe slowly walked into the classroom with a book in his hand. It seemed that he should be the tutor of this class. Lorna looked up and could only sit back honestly.

After introducing and greeting each other with the students, the old man began to teach his own knowledge.

What this teacher named Moenger told was the origin of magic. He said that the magical power of magic already existed before or even earlier in the ancient kingdom calendar.

At first, some people said that magic originated from all things, and some people claimed that it came from the natural talents of human beings. Later, when the power of magic was gradually mastered and used, they came to the unified view that magic originated from nature, and had element classification based on nature.

The use of magic by humans in the past was very chaotic. Among them, those who had plenty of magic power and felt the presence of magical power around them usually cast a low-end spell called the'wisdom ball', which was used as a special kind of magic. Means of attack.

The Wisdom Ball itself belongs to magic, but it does not belong to any element classification. Instead, it is a combination of the purest magic power, which is a non-attribute manifestation of magic power.

It is precisely because of the continuous exploration and research of the predecessors that the later common fireball technique, and similar water polo, ice hockey, thunderball or whirlwind, etc., have slowly evolved from this.

Among these magical attack methods that carry elemental power, the old man picked the most common fireball as an example, and analyzed the differences between low-level fireball and high-level fireball, such as the casting speed, the flying speed of the fireball, Destructive power and so on.

The biggest difference between low-level fireballs and high-level fireballs is the destructive power, which is often pursued by many attack methods.

The actual form of the low-level fireball is directly a ball of flame, while the high-level fireball is mixed with earth elements in the later stage in order to pursue destructive power, and becomes a burning meteorite that carries flames.

The old man's lectures were not vivid, but they were very detailed. The students around were drowsy, maybe they had already heard it, or maybe the old man's words were only basic common sense in magic knowledge.

There may be only Sol in the whole classroom sitting alone listening with gusto. From the moment the old man started teaching, Sol stopped molesting Lorna, and the whole person entered a serious listening posture.

Lorna on the side was silent and went into a state of distraction. It was obvious that she came to the academy to relax and not to study.

After roughly speaking a paragraph, the old man set aside time for thinking for the students in the chair, and then asked if any students had any questions.

Sol hugged his hands and thought in silence for a while, then suddenly started waving his hands to the tutor below.

Moenger saw Saul at a glance, a trace of discomfort flashed across his face, why don't you raise your hand and jump all over there with teeth and claws? However, from the other side's expression, it didn't look like a troublemaker who disrupted the order of the classroom.

"Is there any problem with this student?" Moenger raised the sleeve of his robe towards Saul.

"That's it, Mentor Moenger, I am Buu Solank, from the Wharton territory. After listening to your account, I suddenly have a question in my heart." Sol stood up and spoke.

"This student, please tell me your question. You don't need to report to your family if you ask." Moenger waved his hand.

There was a burst of laughter in the class, and Sol almost revealed his sentence, and everyone turned their heads to gather their eyes and watched the performance of the country boy.

"My problem is, suppose I am a warrior, with a sword, one day I suddenly face a high-level mage. He is going to attack me with what you call fireball, and he has both high-level and low-level Fireball."

"According to the theory you described, does it mean that I must avoid when he attacks with a low-level fireball, and when he uses a high-level fireball, I can try to forcibly split the fireball with a sword?"

"Because the low-level fireball is a mass of flames, but the high-level fireball becomes a burning meteorite."

When Sol finished asking his question, there was a lot of laughter in class. Everyone finds it a lot of fun, what kind of **** is this? Where is this idiot of "sword slashing fireball" that popped up!

"Well! This student has a good empathy. Regarding your question, if you are a sword-wielding warrior, if you just block and endure it purely, then there is no doubt that the high-level fireball will cause you more direct damage. "

"If you choose tactical avoidance, there is not much difference between high-level and low-level."

"But if you have an offensive-defensive fighting style, then the kind you said may indeed exist, but it requires a very strong physical force. And in the entire battle, this is only a partial detail, not necessarily It will affect the overall situation."

Menger Moenger gave the answer after some thoughts, and started a model teaching with Sol as an example.

The instructor claims that a person who is good at fighting must first be a person who is good at thinking, and a person who is good at thinking will always grasp all the details to the maximum, whether fighting or living.

Saul sat back in his seat after a slight salute, but he was not complacent because of the tutor's praise, he was just a little sorry.

This knowledge actually sounds quite interesting, but it is a pity that I am destined not to step into the door of magic. This vast and wonderful world is destined to have nothing to do with me. Thinking of this, Saul felt a little sad.

Lorna subconsciously tilted her head to look at Saul, but she didn't mean to ridicule, she just thought that this guy seemed stranger at the moment, but she couldn't say anything about it.

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