"I screamed like I saw a ghost." With a low and fluttering sound outside the door, the door creaked open, and a young man with messy hair walked in, his eyelids were swollen, and his light blue eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
And behind him, a pale and blurry figure was tightly attached to him, his feet away from the ground, floating forward, with its appearance, the entire dormitory suddenly became cold, as if from the late spring night to the early morning of early spring, making people shudder.
Donnie shuddered and hurriedly put on the long dress he took off next to him: "Sammy, I see the ghost behind you every day, and I am still afraid of ghosts? Besides, if there are really any evil spirits, those necromancer teachers will definitely come to catch them with a smile from ear to ear."
This is the bad thing about magic schools, there is no room for ghost legends, unlike in general education schools, there are often similar stories, such as a girl hanging herself in a laboratory, so when she is alone there at night, she often encounters inexplicable loss of experimental materials, or urgently needed materials that were originally placed far away will suddenly appear at hand.
Of course, there are also legends in the magic school, such as the rumor that the gloomy old mage who guarded the dissection room would often conduct living research, so he would live there all year round and not go out, so he would be so irritable that he would refuse anyone to come near his room.
Sami yawned: "Then why are you crying so miserably? You are a good apprentice in the top twenty of our grades."
The ghost's hands behind him suddenly stretched out like rubber bands, grabbed the water cup and jug, poured a full cup and fed it to Sammy's mouth.
"No matter how good an apprentice is, when faced with so many formulas, equations, concepts, principles, magic runes, and spell models, he will feel like his head is about to explode, even if it is just the most superficial and simple learning now." Donnie rubbed the corner of his forehead and muttered to himself, especially since so many theories, formulas, equations, constants and models were prefixed with Lucian or Evans, how could it not make people irritated to the point of wanting to travel back in time to kill that Excellency and prevent these torturous things from appearing.
Thinking of this, Donnie sighed and said: "And I don't have a 'sober necklace', nor an 'energy ring', and unlike you, I was born with a spirit behind me, and I have mastered the necromancy spells very well, and I have been booked by the Heidler Academy of Magic.
He knows quite well about his psychological condition.
Sammy lowered his head and drank water, and yawned again without image: "You have a really good grasp of psychological analysis in the field of illusion, just vent this suppression."
Then, he collapsed lazily on his bed, closed his eyes, and said vaguely: "The spirit behind it is very troublesome, it will absorb your energy, affect your state, and will ...... It will make girls afraid to approach you, if it were during the rule of the Truth Church, I would have been directly tied to the stake at the stake...... If it weren't for my special soul and special place of birth, it would be difficult for the spirit behind me to be eliminated without harming myself, I ......"
As he spoke, he fell asleep, breathing softly, as if there was nothing, and the spirit behind him lay under him and hugged him tightly.
Donnie glanced at his roommate and sighed softly, you dislike it, but I can't envy it, anyway, if you become an official mage in the future, those female magicians will not be afraid of the spirits behind it.
He had heard Sami mention that he was originally twins, but because he was near the gap in the necromancer, his mother's body was damaged, and when he was finally born, one of the babies was dead.
After calming down, Donnie regained his composure, put aside the review of "Introduction to Arcane Basics" and "History of Arcane and Magic", and focused on practicing spell model analysis.
Tomorrow, I should also have a "sobriety necklace"!
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As the difficult and strange spell sounded and a little bit of crystal cold powder slid down, a transparent ray wrapped around the cold air was struck, freezing a thick layer of white frost on the target, which was right in the throat.
Since he initially explored the nature of magic, the effects of many spells have been analyzed, so he has simplified a lot accordingly, otherwise he would not have been able to produce a "frost ray" so quickly.
"Okay, today's spell practice is over." The teacher in charge of practical magic guidance clapped his hands to signal the end of today's class.
Donnie quickly stopped, put away the casting materials, said hello to Sammy, who was in a daze as if he could never wake up, and hurried to the platform outside the school.
Today is Sunday, and there are no classes in the afternoon.
Nearly forty minutes later, the No. 36 public transportation bus arrived at Triumph Avenue, and Donnie quickly walked into the "Knowledge Bookstore".
"Good afternoon, sir." Donnie said hello and then was a little shy not knowing what to say.
The boss, who had a pair of owl-like eyes and a dark yellow beard, laughed and said, "Good afternoon, I came really on time, I have prepared the sober necklace and contract."
As he spoke, he took out a pale gold necklace, on which were inlaid five light blue gemstones the size of sand and gravel, which exuded a faint coolness, as if there was a clear spring in them, and their positions happened to form a mutated five-pointed star.
"It's a formal magic item level 'Sober Necklace' ......" Although he hadn't learned the art of identification yet, Donnie had also taken a basic alchemy item appraisal class in school, and such obvious fluctuating characteristics made him identify the true grade of this necklace at a glance, and his heart became excited and confused.
The boss touched his beard and smiled: "It's just rented to you, not for you."
"Actually, I am a very utilitarian person, I do good deeds to get rewarded, although I rent it to you cheaply now, but after you become an official magician in the future, if I have something to ask you for help, within my ability, will you not agree? This is equivalent to a long-term investment that does not harm my own interests at all."
With the improvement of infrastructure such as roads and railroad tracks, and with the popularization of similar things promoted by magic cars, magic steam trains, steam ships, aircraft, and small fission devices, the exchange of goods in various places has become more and more convenient, and the banking industry has also flourished, making many innovations.
Hearing the boss's answer, Donnie felt a little relieved, although he was still a little puzzled that he seemed to be quite optimistic about himself, but he didn't care too much.
According to the key points of the contract in the magic school, Donnie reviewed it one by one, and this contract was very simple, and there were no differences at all, so Donnie quickly came to a conclusion, gritted his teeth, picked up a quill and signed his real name.
A little faint flame came out, quickly burning the contract clean, but rubbing two copies at the same time.
"The contract is established, take this necklace." The boss handed the necklace to Donnie.
After Donnie controlled the necklace according to the standard process, he put it directly on his neck, and suddenly felt a coolness flow through his body, and all the restlessness and depressive worries he had had been doing for many days were swept away, making him feel refreshed and comfortable like never before.
"Donnie." The boss suddenly spoke, "Which magic academy do you plan to apply for in the 'Unified Entrance Examination for Advanced Magic Schools'? Holt? Tower? Heidler? Or something else?"
At present, there are nine higher magic schools in the entire Magic Council, among which Holt Academy is good at microscopic and elemental fields, Tower Academy is good at macroscopic fields, such as astrology and cosmology, etc., and Heidler Academy is good at necromancy, genetics, medical and other fields.
Donnie subconsciously wanted to answer Holt College, because this was the council's first higher school, and the arcanists who taught were powerful, knowledgeable, and good at the most wonderful and microscopic realms that involved the nature of the world and magic.
But when he looked at the boss's owl-like eyes, he suddenly thought of the painful feelings of last night in his mind, the equations and formulas that were so complex that they made people want to die just by understanding them roughly, the introduction of mathematical models that made people dizzy and want to kill, and the "curses" with the prefix Lucian or Evans, which made him irritable and hateful from the bottom of his heart.
When he thought that he would step deeper into the "Evans field" in the future, he felt that life was gray and he could not see a little sunshine.
"I, I haven't made up my mind yet, I originally wanted to apply for Holt College, but the others seem to be good, I'm pretty good at every course." Donnie replied vaguely.
The boss laughed and sighed again: "I am actually a magician who entered the magical world under the influence of "Arcane and Magic Herald".
"I once had the ambition to make great achievements in the microscopic field that I could be proud of, after all, His Excellency Evans had only established a framework, and there were still many details and foundations that were not thoroughly studied, but unfortunately, after I studied and researched deeply, I realized that in this field, only those truly genius arcanists can move forward, and people like me can only learn mediocrely, and it is difficult to even follow them."
"What's even more frightening is that in order to concentrate on theoretical research, I completely ignored the application of magic, so that my strength stagnated, and I quit the team to the top of the pyramid early, and I could only open such a bookstore to pass the time."
Donnie was stunned and said, "Sir, why don't you change the direction of your research?"
"I'm trying to move towards the necromancer, but the foundation is not solid and the thinking is fixed, everything is very difficult." The boss didn't say anything more, signaling that Donnie could leave.
Donnie walked down the street in a daze, his mind full of the boss's words and his previous thoughts, which gradually converged into one thought, I don't want to be shrouded in the aura of His Excellency Evans, don't be entangled in those complex formulas and equations for the rest of my life, don't talk about Lucian or anything in my mouth or even in my dreams every day......
So, what field is there without the "shadow" of His Excellency Evans?
(End of this chapter)