Chapter 708: The Black Magician (4K)

Chapter 711 The Black Magician (4K)

"go."

Cerberus stopped where he was and didn't move forward.

She said softly, motioning Yi Lin to walk in front of the seven monarchs.

"Why?"

Yi Lin asked.

Cerberus turned his head back, looked at Yi Lin with indifferent eyes, but quickly closed his eyes, stood up straight, and said slowly: "If you want to learn magic further."

The implication is that you can't fall in love.

Yi Lin nodded and smiled, expressing her understanding.

The seven monarchs felt strange pressure faintly from their bodies.

Their gazes on Yi Lin's body seemed like seven mountains, and Yi Lin's shoulders sank, as if she was being pressed hard to the ground.

"Under Mawei?"

Yi Lin chuckled, raised her head, and met seven different gazes, the Psychic Power Armor spread all over her body silently. In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and Yi Lin walked to the vacant seat under the high platform with a relaxed pace.

After walking the red carpet, Yi Lin felt a little annoyed—should have walked humming a song just now, which was even more forceful.

"it's him?"

Among the seven monarchs, there is a blonde woman with long hair. She looks to be in her thirties, with a mature charm, like blooming flowers, bright and dripping. But the expression on her face made it difficult to associate it with men and women. It was cold, like an emotionless corpse.

On the shoulder of the woman, a black cat sat quietly. The black cat stared straight at Yi Lin with its shiny green vertical pupils.

the woman asked.

It was Barthumello Dylan.

Bathurmero Dylan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, nodded without denying it, "Sovereign El-Melloi IV, that's him."

"Ah."

Lord El-Melloi IV looked away from the black cat sitting on her shoulder at the same time.

And standing on the far left, a gray-haired, short-haired old man wearing a thick blue magician costume, with a strange smile on his face, half a smile, said beside him: "Weak magician bloodline."

His words hit the nail on the head.

Obviously, there is a special connection between magicians and magicians.

This should be the "magic concentration" mentioned in the book.

Magic is the magician's second life.

Magicians are as sensitive to magic as they are to breathing air. They can clearly feel the concentration of magic power around the target, as if they can personally experience the thinness and richness of the air.

"So, I should also get started?"

"The pressure they put on me just now is likely to be something similar."

"Normally speaking, in the circle of apostles, almost no one can make me feel pressured only by their aura."

Yi Lin thought to herself.

Barthamelo Dylan knew that other monarchs had similar thoughts. The blond boy on the chair smiled slightly, looked at the gloomy old man, and said softly: "Dear Monarch, Archie Boulder, what if I told you that this distinguished guest from the East knew almost nothing about magic five days ago?"

"What!"

The faces of the other six monarchs all changed after hearing the words.

After Bathmelo Dylan finished speaking, the way everyone looked at Yi Lin changed in different ways.

Yi Lin frowned slightly.

What follows is a simple conferment ceremony.

Cerberus held the sterling silver tray.

Inside was a set of noble and elegant magician uniforms neatly stacked.

Yi Lin shook her head, and then suddenly understood why she put on such an exaggerated battle here today.

Seven monarchs, thousands of magician apprentices!

It turned out that what was held in the first large classroom was the awarding ceremony of the "color scale"!

Yi Lin is the new magician who was awarded the "Color Scale"!

"congratulations."

Barthamelo Dylan said.

Yi Lin looked at the "color scale" magician's suit in Cerberus' hands, but didn't take it immediately. He sighed softly: "In my capacity, it is impossible to join your clock tower."

"Guest from the East, you are too worried." Bathmelo Dylan shook his head: "The only thing that can restrain you is knowledge."

"What's the meaning?"

"Do you still remember that sentence you saw on the road sign?" A rare blush appeared on the pale face of the young man.

"Will the mystery be passed on forever as knowledge...? Interesting."

Yi Lin shook off the magician's uniform, the sleeves were dark black.

Starting today, he was officially awarded the "Black Rank" by Bathmelo Dylan, becoming a "Black Magician".

This matter, in a very short period of time, spread throughout the clock tower.

Every apprentice has learned such a thing.

There was a guest from the east, within five days, he was favored by the monarch, Barthemelo, and he was personally awarded the rank of "Color Scale".

That is the existence second only to the Crown!

Throughout the history of the clock tower, only great magicians, or people with special talents, can be awarded this advanced rank.

If the apprentice who secretly despised Yi Lin in the library not long ago was only a kindergarten student, then Yi Lin skipped the kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university courses in a single day, and was admitted as a master's degree by exception. .

until night.

After the show.

Yi Lin was in her room, still thinking about the deep meaning of Bathmelo Dylan's move.

Yi Lin believes that there is no generosity without reason, and there is no gift without reason.

Among them, there must be reasons that Yi Lin cannot understand at present.

what is it then?

But it is undeniable that Yi Lin's actions in the Clock Tower have become unfettered since she obtained the color rank.

He can swagger into every classroom as the "Black Magician".

Even when Yi Lin was walking on the road, there were delicate school girls who came forward to ask for advice. Some bold school girls even made excessive demands to go back to their rooms for in-depth academic discussions.

Yi Lin worked hard to reject many well-intentioned invitations.

Half a month later.

Yi Lin was walking on the road and ran into Gu Tianqing.

It's been a while, and Gu Tianqing doesn't seem to have changed much.

"My respected president, you are doing well now."

Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Lin's stylish magician's uniform and said with a smile.

"Average."

Erin responded with a smile.

The two stopped for a brief exchange.

Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this period of time. He left the clock tower for a while and went to a gathering place of gypsies, which is said to be related to his deck of tarot cards.

certainly,

In fact, the two didn't know each other well enough to talk.

After a brief exchange, Yi Lin was ready to go to the library.

Today, I was listening to the "Curse Section" class. In the "Practical Application of Curse Magic" explained by a senior lecturer at the "Sacrifice" level, Yi Lin was confused by some of the principles of magic, and was going to the library to find related books. Crazy night.

He is very busy.

Before leaving.

As Gu Tianqing drifted away, a faint laughter came: "Time is running out."

Yi Lin was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

When she turned her head again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"God stick."

Yi Lin silently raised her middle finger in the direction Gu Tianqing left.

Find a chance and beat him up.

I can't bear it anymore.

With such an idea in Yi Lin's mind, she came to the library again.

Yi Lin has already used her soul out of her body with ease.

Habitually laying hundreds of books on the stairs, spreading them out layer by layer, Yi Lin slapped her chest again, becoming mental.

In the library, there are fewer and fewer books that allow Yi Lin to concentrate on reading.

There are similarities in the theories in many books, and there are even conflicting theories in some books.

During this period of study, Yi Lin gradually formed her own understanding of "Magic".

In the eyes of many people, this "black magician" admitted by exception is a complete weirdo.

Yi Lin has always been silently listening to the class, never speaking, and no one has witnessed it with her own eyes. This new black magician has personally completed even a simple little magic trick.

Someone inadvertently witnessed that after class, Yi Lin grabbed the lecturer, asked tricky questions one after another, chatted with the lecturer, and made the lecturer turn around and run away sweating profusely.

If it were someone else who dared to ask such blind questions, the lecturer would just cast a cold eye and just ignore him.

But, this is the color-level magician awarded by the monarch Barthelmeiro himself, and every lecturer dare not neglect it.

later,

Many lecturers would find various reasons to leave early as soon as they saw Yi Lin, a strange person, appearing in class, and they would never let Yi Lin catch the slightest chance.

This also made Yi Lin extremely depressed.

Those lecturers seem to be getting more and more slippery recently.

You can't just sneak into other people's rooms in the dead of night, right?

It doesn't seem like a good idea to do so.

Time flies.

Another half a month has passed for Yi Lin.

For the past half month, Yi Lin was almost in retreat.

this day.

After sunset.

Yi Lin sat on the top of the spiral staircase.

He stuffed one of the astronomy-related books back on the shelf.

It has been more than a month since I came to the clock tower.

During this period of time, Yi Lin was like a dry sponge, frantically absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

With the support of extraordinary spiritual attributes, coupled with the method of "spirit out of body", Yi Lin spent almost a month to complete the content that others could only learn in a few years.

But,

Compared with the knowledge of the monarch, it is still far behind.

But Yi Lin felt that this was not important.

Because his purpose of coming here was not to become a great magician.

Magic is an ancient and unfamiliar technology.

But this technique is too limited.

A magician needs to be in the "base" that he is familiar with in order to exert his greatest strength.

If the environment is changed, the ability will be greatly weakened.

However, magic has a long history and has already formed a complete and rich set of theories. What Yi Lin is currently doing is to learn the essence of this set of theories, and then integrate them to perfect her own "free method".

Freedom of law, unrestrained, free, no matter when, where, and where, without any medium, it can exert terrifying power.

Yi Lin faintly felt that she seemed to have touched some kind of threshold.

But for a while, he couldn't tell.

Rather than playing with knowledge, magic is distorting the rules in a way that is "different from common sense".

"rule……"

Yi Lin lowered her head, put on the hanging ring, and stared intently at the space in front of her.

He rubbed his hands out of thin air in front of him, as if holding an invisible ball.

Don't get me wrong, Yi Lin is not rubbing the "Annihilation Ball" at this moment, but rubbing something...more illusory.

Crystal patterns, magic, magic, and related theories flashed in Yi Lin's mind.

The deep part of the brain began to send out swelling pain.

The wailing of brain cells came from the ear.

The functioning of the brain is beyond imagination.

Yi Lin felt hot all over, and her psionic energy was passing away at a frightening speed.

I don't know how long it has been.

Yi Lin forgot where she was.

He forgot that he was in the library.

Forget about the passage of time.

All his attention was focused on his palms, as if he wanted to create a wonderful future.

"boom!"

Sudden,

Yi Lin felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

As if... exploded.

next second,

A terrifying brute force directly dried Yi Lin's face onto the bookshelf.

Yi Lin instantly had the illusion of being hit on the back of the head by a truck.

next to.

Milian, with a serious expression, slowly lowered her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yi Lin's ears were buzzing, and she got up from the scattered books in a panic.

The severe pain from the back of her head made Yi Lin feel as if she had been opened, and she was in excruciating pain.

There was a hot stream coming from the nostrils, Yi Lin touched it, hiss...the nose bleeds.

Yi Lin covered the back of her head with one hand and her nose with the other, turned her head expressionlessly, stared at Milian who was wearing a long skirt with an innocent expression, and almost squeezed three words out between her teeth: "Are you sick?"

Fortunately, there was still a moment just now when Yi Lin mistakenly thought that there was something wrong with rubbing things, which made her brain go crazy, and that's why she felt this tingling and severe discomfort.

It turned out not to be.

It was Miriam who ran out suddenly and slapped him to the bookshelf.

There was no sense of guilt for doing something wrong on Milian's face.

Instead, he held his head high and said confidently, "You are sick."

"I have endured you for a long time." Yi Lin knew that this conversation could not go on.

So he silently took out [Redemption and Destruction] from the storage space, and began to calculate what ability to use to minimize the loss of the clock tower.

"You were smoking here just now." Milian pointed hard at the position of Tianling Gai, and used herself to signal the strangeness that Yi Lin had just shown: "I thought you were sick, so I came to save you."

Yi Lin was startled when she heard this.

Three minutes later.

Under Milian's clumsy explanation, Yi Lin finally understood what happened just now.

To put it in a simple sentence: his head was smoking just now.

Miriam wanted to help.

But she didn't understand.

So she used the most direct and rude way.

That's why Yi Lin was slapped on the bookshelf, and she was given a blood.

Yi Lin rubbed the sore bridge of her nose and the back of her head.

Although he has a special constitution and the bleeding has already stopped, Milian's muscle strength is not covered. Yi Lin felt the pain in the back of her head, which has not been relieved until now.

Can the human head still smoke?

Yi Lin recalled the feeling of concentrating just now, it seemed a little dangerous, and in front of Milian, Yi Lin didn't intend to continue to try that dangerous "experiment". So he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Let's get down to business.

Milian excitedly shook the golden hair on her forehead: "Sovereign Barthelmelo said, Avalon... No, there is news that Avalon's treasure can be taken out!"

Yi Lin was taken aback upon hearing this.

Then he nodded helplessly.

"The holiday is over."