Chapter 248 The Eve of the Finals

Gryffindor has been in a good mood these past two days.

He really didn't expect that things would be such a coincidence. Before the finals, he met Ou Ling in the arena, and this idiot was stupid enough to take the initiative to attack him. As a face-testing apprentice, he took the initiative to attack Even if a guild steward is beaten to death, he can only blame himself for his misfortune.

pity……

That fly named Ma Sen was in the way and actually took Ou Ling away at the last moment, so that another Pyroblast Technique that he carefully prepared could not be used in time.

But forget it, even if he was lucky this time, he wouldn't survive for a few days anyway. He was directly hit by a pyroblast, and coupled with the curse he revealed at the last moment, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would never survive the finals. That day.

"It's best to let me meet that Garros hillbilly in the first round of the finals. Then I must let him know that there are high and low levels of great magicians..."

Gryffindor returned to his residence in a happy mood. The room was extremely quiet. The two roommates had already moved out. Now this huge house belongs to Gryffindor alone. There are only a few chairs in the living room. Arranged randomly, a huge crystal ball was placed on the coffee table, emitting a soft light.

Gryffindor stood in front of the crystal ball and recited a spell quickly and quickly. Then he saw a ray of light, and a pale figure appeared on the crystal ball.

"Gryffindor, you are looking for me so late. Do you have any questions about magic?" The old man on the crystal ball looked to be in his sixties, with a skinny figure and a gray head, and a thin face covered with wrinkles. Except for his sharp eyes, he looks no different from ordinary old people.

"Yes, Tutor Northen, I have been trying to compress the casting time recently, but I seem to have run into a little trouble..." Gryffindor quickly explained the trouble he encountered.

On the other side of the crystal ball, Noson was still holding a crystal pen in his hand, frowning, and drawing lines on a blank scroll. While comprehensively and meticulously analyzing the principle for Gryffindor: "The simplest way to compress the casting time is to improve your mental power, but this is meaningless to you. After all, the improvement of mental power does not happen overnight. , and another way is to repeatedly analyze the element structure. The better you understand the element structure, the faster you can complete the spell..."

after. Gryffindor asked a few more questions one after another. Noson was still busy on the scroll. While taking the time to answer him. Seems a little distracted. But the answers given are always to the point. He doesn't talk much either. Maybe one sentence, maybe two sentences. But it always points to the most critical place. Often Gryffindor can't figure it out even after thinking about it for a long time. But he was reminded by his words. Immediately he showed an expression of enlightenment.

If Lin Li is on the ground at this time. You can probably tell. Northam drew the land on the scroll. It is a "tide" magic pattern. This magic pattern that can increase the recovery rate of magic power several times is not simple. There are only inscription masters who have reached master level or above. Only then can we have the opportunity to understand its complete structure. And it’s notoriously difficult to draw. Even Odwen, who is known as the first inscription master in France. There is no guarantee that you will succeed every time. What's more, it's like Northam. While pointing at his disciples. While drawing on the scroll.

Speaking of Noson. It is indeed full of legend.

He was born in the Magic Guild of Luoye City, north of Qingfeng Plain. His name became known for the first time. This was still forty years ago. Northam had just turned thirty at that time. But he has already broken through the realm of the Great Mage. In a battle between the Magic Guild of Fallen Leaf City and pirates. Killed an eighteenth-level warrior in one fell swoop. All of a sudden. The name of Northenland spread throughout the Kingdom of France.

In the next ten years. Northen's reputation in the guild. It has reached its peak. Strong strength. Think carefully. Smooth wrist. Various advantages allowed him to achieve success in just ten years. Just like that, the Magic Guild in Luoye City established its absolute prestige. Almost everyone feels that way. He will be a strong candidate for the next president. Even the president of the local guild at that time. All have been said in public. After retreating. The person in charge of the Rotterdam Magic Guild must be Northen.

But this time. Northam made a decision that surprised everyone.

He gave up the position of guild president and applied to the Supreme Council, hoping to enter the Great Library to study. With his status in the Luoye City Magic Guild at the time, it was naturally impossible for the Supreme Council to reject his request. After the application was submitted, In less than a month, Northen entered the Great Library naturally. He had been there for three years. By the time he came out of the Great Library, he already had the strength of an eighteenth-level great mage.

After that, he received an invitation from the Supreme Council and entered the center of power that the Anriel magician dreamed of. In the next thirty years, Noson relied on his own ability to climb higher and higher at an astonishing speed. Today, he has become one of the top ten controllers, holding the fate of millions of magicians in his hands. And soon, he will have a good chance to reach a higher level and become a new arbiter.

But one thing is strange. Noson's name can be said to have spread throughout most of the world of Anriel, but not many people know what kind of person Noson is.

Other people will have some lust more or less. Even an indifferent old man like Anduin has an almost fanatical hobby for pharmacy, but Northen feels like an ascetic monk. , apart from delving into the most profound magical knowledge, he will no longer be tempted by anything.

After entering the Supreme Council, he only did two things in total. The first was to accept Gryffindor as a disciple, and the second was to participate in the competition for the arbiter candidate. Apart from that, he seemed to be forever Staying in his own research room, dealing with various magic patterns.

"By the way, Gryffindor..." After answering these questions one by one, Northam smiled again and asked Gryffindor with great interest: "I seem to have heard someone say recently. You Orans The Na Magic Guild has produced another young great mage?"

"Yes, Master."

"tell me the story."

"Yes, this man's name is Feyre. He should be between nineteen and twenty-one years old. He is from the Garros Magic Guild, but to be honest, his strength is not considered a real great magician. .I met him half a month ago. If I were to fight him, I believe he would not last ten minutes."

"Tell me, where does your confidence come from..."

"If I guess correctly. This person's power does not belong to himself, but was obtained suddenly due to some kind of luck or other reasons, because I can clearly feel the power emanating from him. Magical fluctuations are not pure. In other words, he cannot control his power very well, and one thing is very important. Power can be achieved, but knowledge cannot. Even if he already has the power of a great magician, he does not have it. Enough time for Ranwen Novel Network to give him the knowledge of a great magician. He is far from being a real great magician. Such an opponent. I am confident that I can defeat him within ten minutes."

"That's right, Gryffindor. You're more attentive than before."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing..." When he said this. The smile on Noson's face faded and was replaced by a serious one: "Everything you said happened half a month ago. How can you be sure that he has not mastered his power after half a month?"

"Impossible Master Northen, I remember very clearly that when the trial just started, this person was only a ninth-level magician. From the ninth level to the fifteenth level, there was a full six-level gap in between. Even if it was No matter how powerful a genius is, he cannot adapt to this unimaginable improvement. What's more, if he is really an incredible genius, how can he still stay at the level of a ninth-level magician at the age of twenty? He would have already You should rely on your own efforts to break through the realm of the magician, rather than suddenly becoming a great magician because of a chance encounter."

"Your analysis is good, but if you go to the finals with such an idea, I think you will suffer a big loss..." Noson smiled, and he was not stingy with his patience towards this only disciple. : "Now, let's listen to my analysis. Maybe after listening to it, you won't think so anymore."

"yes."

"Using what you said before, this person rose directly from level nine to level fifteen. Yes, you know this is an extremely long distance, but you seem to have forgotten that the magic power a person can contain is limited. Mental power The stronger it is, the stronger the magic power will be. The magic power possessed by a great magician is almost a hundred times that of a ninth-level magician. Do you know what this means? If the magic power is compared to water, then a ninth-level magician only has It can hold a small bottle, while the big magician can hold a full bucket. You can think about what will happen if you pour a bucket full of water into a small bottle. thing?"

"It will break the bottle..."

"Yes, then can you tell me, has the great wizard named Fei Lei been burst?"

"No..." Gryffindor thought for a while, but was still a little unconvinced: "But this may also be because of luck..."

"You are still struggling with luck." Northam on the other side of the crystal ball smiled: "Gryffindor, I hope you remember that there is never a truly lucky person in this world, anything that seems lucky Behind the scenes, there are actually inevitable laws. The difference lies in whether you can master this law. Taking the young man you mentioned as an example, it can only be due to two reasons. One is when you first met him. , he hid his strength, and secondly, his mental power was terrifyingly strong, at the ninth level, he had the mental power of a great mage."

When Gryffindor heard this, he was suddenly stunned. He opened his mouth and wanted to distinguish between two sentences, but he heard Northam's voice coming from the crystal ball: "Of these two situations, no matter which one is better for you." , I'm afraid it's not even good news. Needless to say, hiding his strength is nothing. But he even hid it from Aldwin. Why don't you think about it, why does he hide it so well? As for the second This possibility is even more terrifying. For a magician, the most important thing is mental power. If a person has a unique advantage in mental power, then he is an out-and-out magic genius, especially in the two magic fields. In the battle between masters. This advantage will allow him to take advantage of countless things, such as faster spell casting and faster magic recovery. He can even ignore the danger of magic backlash and forcibly cast some things you can't imagine. Powerful magic, such an opponent cannot be defeated in ten minutes..."

"Master Mentor, do you mean to ask me to attack him before the finals, just like I did to Ou Ling?"

"No, no, no... I have never said that. Oring is Oring, and Feyre is Feyre. You must not confuse them, otherwise you will be in big trouble..."

"Why?" Gryffindor really didn't believe it this time, saying that Feyre was a genius, but he reluctantly agreed, after all, the twenty-year-old wizard was there. Even if he wanted to deny it, he couldn't deny it, but if he touched him, he would get into big trouble, but Gryffindor would never believe it.

He is the number one magic genius in France and a direct disciple of the legendary mage. In the Oranna Magic Guild, he has the status of deacon, and his power is second only to a few people such as Aldwin Medellin. He is so different from Darien and his ilk, but what does Feyre mean? Just a country boy. So what if he has the strength of a great mage, so what if he is a trial apprentice in Medellin. Could it be that Medellin would fight for a trial apprentice? As for the Garros Magic Guild, it’s nothing. Just that fat old man Greg? With just one word from his mentor, he can send him back to Garros in despair!

"Do you think that a country magician from Garos has no background or status, so you can attack him without restraint?"

Gryffindor said nothing, but the disapproving look on his face revealed all his thoughts.

"Gryffindor, I really didn't expect that after so many years, you still have this arrogant character. Have you forgotten how you lost to Ou Ling in the Rotterdam Magic Guild?"

"I was just careless..."

"It was careless. This is really a ridiculous excuse..." On the other side of the crystal ball, Northen suddenly laughed: "Gryffindor, do you still remember how many forces you have after you become the great wizard? Ever win over you?"

"A lot." Gryffindor's tone was calm, but his expression could not help but reveal a bit of pride. This was the thing he was most proud of. Since becoming the Archmage, countless forces have carried out attacks on him. Many of them are rare big names. Such an honor is absolutely unique among young magicians!

"Then have you ever thought about how many forces will attract Feyre, who is also a great mage and younger than you?"

The expression on Gryffindor's face suddenly froze...

"This..." He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"But, it's nothing..." When Noson said this, he suddenly laughed: "Isn't there still a final?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is very simple. Before the finals, you must not touch this Ferre. But in the finals, maybe you can accidentally miss it, or for other reasons. In short, it will cause some trauma to him that is difficult to recover. Although This is indeed a pity, but who said that this final is allowed to fail..."

"I understand, but mentor, didn't you just say that this person's strength may not be worse than mine?"

"It's true that I'm no worse than you, but don't forget that you are my disciple, Noson. How could I let you lose in this final? Now you can go and read the magic book I gave you last time. , on the last page, I left a paragraph for you, take a good look at that paragraph, and after you understand it, tell me what you should do."

"yes!"

Gryffindor returned to his room and took out a black-covered magic book from under the pillow. On the last page, there was indeed a passage written by Northam himself. Gryffindor wrote it word for word. After reading it, my eyes became brighter and brighter...

It was already late at night, but the lights in Lin Li's room were always on. He was checking some information and making final preparations for the finals two days later.

After coming to Olanna, Lin Li had never been as eager to win the finals as he is now, even though he had promised Grean and Medellin. He promised Anduin that he would do his best in this final, but this was just because he couldn't resist their requests. Even if he agreed with his mouth, he always felt disapproval in his heart. After all, he is so lazy and afraid. This dead guy is really not suitable for fighting for a victory.

But this time. Lin Li was serious.

Oring is still lying in bed, and he will probably not be able to participate in the finals a day later, and all of this is because of a guy named Gryffindor.

Lin Li lived with Ou Ling for two months. How could he not know that this young magician who seemed indifferent to everything actually wanted to achieve good results in this final? Lin Li even remembered that Ou Ling once said that he was from the Rotterdam Magic Guild, which was a more remote place than Garos. He hopes to use this finals championship to let people know that Rotterdam is not only rich in wheat, but also powerful magicians!

Unfortunately, he can't go now.

In addition to hoping that he would recover as soon as possible, the only thing Lin Li could do for him was to help him win this final.

In front of Lin Li was a book called "Introduction to the Language of High Elf", and he was struggling among the strange runes. Looking for a suitable common language annotation, he held it in his other hand. It was the parchment roll given to him by Medellin, and he was now trying to rely on his own efforts. Translate those key characters.

Maybe, this mantra will be on the finals in two days. Will come in handy.

In the secret room of the Marathon family, Mathias was the only one meditating quietly. No one dared to disturb him at this time, because everyone knew that in two days there would be the final between the trial apprentices, and whoever could win the final victory would be the real number one magic genius in France.

"Come in, Argus."

"Master Mathias, what are your orders?" When standing in front of Mathias, Argus always felt that the man in front of him was very strange. In just one month, the changes in his body were only small. It can be described as earth-shaking. Even Argus, who once had the power of a great magician, couldn't help but be a little surprised by the magical fluctuations emanating from him. It was so powerful that even he in his heyday might not be able to emit such energy. Earth magic fluctuates.

However, the most unimaginable thing for Argus was the change in Mathias's temperament.

To be honest, although Mathias was not likable in the past, he still respected himself most of the time. After all, he served as his magic mentor. But now, Argus stood in front of him, but he always felt that It was cold, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake. That weird feeling made the hair all over Argus' body stand up.

"Agus, are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?"

"Yes, Master Mathias..." Argus swallowed, looked at Mathias with a fearful look, and then carefully took out two magic crystals: "But, Master Mathias , the level 15 magic crystal you want is too rare, I searched many places, but only found these two pieces..."

"Two pieces?" Mathias held the two magic crystals in his hands and felt the force of the Holy King of Heaven and Earth, the creation of the Holy King, the Night Killing God, the Divine Seal, the throne of the Demon Lord, the most powerful Abandoned Young Master in the Ninth Layer, the Great Zhou Royal Family, the Night Killing God, Seal the throne, ask for the devil, proud of the world, the ninth level of heaven, the strongest abandoned young man, the great Zhou royal family, martial arts, will kill the god at night, seal the throne of the devil, proud of the world, the ninth level of heaven, the strongest, abandoned young man, the great Zhou royal family, create the god, night killing god, seal the throne, seek for the devil, proud of the world, ninth level of heaven The most powerful abandoned young master of the Zhou royal family came out with a surging magic wave, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face: "Two great magicians, one for each, should be enough... "

When he heard "two great magicians", Argus's heart suddenly tightened. He knew what Mathias was talking about. He was talking about the two great magicians in the Oranna Magic Guild. , one is Gryffindor, the number one magic genius in France, and the other is Feyre who he once assassinated.

He could no longer see through Mathias now. He could only guess based on the expression on Mathias's face that these two magic crystals were probably specially used to deal with the two great wizards. Scholar's. UU Reading www. uukａnshu.net

Now we are in big trouble...

Argus stood there with a respectful expression, but he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It didn't matter Gryffindor. He didn't know him anyway. If he died, he would be dead. But Feyre must not die. He still had hope. He was helping him restore his magic power. If he died, wouldn't he have to be a wizard for the rest of his life?

Thinking of this, Agus plucked up the courage to ask again: "Master Mathias, are you so eager to get these two magic crystals for any special purpose? If two pieces are not enough, I can think of something else. I'll try my best to get you two more pieces..."

"You'll know in two days." But fortunately, Mathias's mind didn't seem to be on this. Although there were some flaws in Argus's words, it didn't arouse his suspicion. He just held the two magic crystals tightly. His eyes were full of hatred and sarcasm: "Great Mage, right? I'm going to show you this time, there are more than just you two..."

I was wrong. I failed to adjust the time. Ranwen Novel Network failed. I am guilty. I decided to cut my body into pieces to apologize. Slice or shred, you decide...

I promise, I will never dare to make any random promises again...