Of course, Roddy wasn't talking about this topic with Akasha out of boredom.
Although Akasha's definition was a "healer", as a modern person, Roddy was very clear that if a team really wanted to cooperate with each other, a mechanical relationship between superior and subordinate would not work at all.
A team that understood and trusted each other, and was willing to have common topics and goals would be able to exist healthily and actively.
Of course, in the previous games, Roddy had never played the role of a 'leader', so he did not have much practical experience in building a strong team. For example, the 'theory' mentioned in the previous sentence was also the knowledge that was imperceptibly brought out by the theorist in the forum.
So it was not difficult to explain why Roddy talked about this "sensitive" topic — it seemed that his understanding of the word "trust" was probably at the level of "sharing secrets."
"This time's matter is actually a show for Angmar. If we want to take down Giger Town, we naturally have to pay a price … Ansadin's list of names can only be used as a reference. If we really want to catch all the traitors, just a piece of paper is far from enough …"
Roddy saw Akasha's somewhat dazed expression and knew that she was not good at thinking about such things. He could only pause for a moment and smiled. "Then I'll change the topic. The book I taught you today wrote something about magic. Can you understand this?"
This was finally a field that Akasha was interested in. She had a good memory and was obsessed with magic, so the content of this book, The Essence of Energy, was indeed to her liking. After thinking for a moment, Akasha replied, "I … I can only understand some concepts, but I think … the things in this book are a little exaggerated."
"It is indeed exaggerated. The High Elves have always been a race of exaggerations, but I advise you to believe these exaggerated information." Roddy picked up the cup of water and drank a mouthful. "These books may not seem eye-catching, but in order to get them, those Grand Mages would probably be willing to risk their lives."
Akasha's eyes widened in surprise. After confirming that Roddy was not joking, she then realized what level the book was at … But after thinking for a moment, she asked doubtfully, "But according to what it said, it seems that even 'magic' can be counted as within the arcane system, and 'Necromancy' doesn't seem to be much different from 'magic' …"
This theory surprised even Roddy. "Ah? It really said that? How come I didn't see it? "
"It's the part about 'Magic Structure' …" Akasha was a top student, and at this moment, she could even recite that part of the passage. This made Roddy dumbfounded. But at the same time, he had to admit that although this "healer" looked dull, she really learned things at an exaggerated speed.
"Of course, this is only in theory. If it were to be put into practice, I'm afraid it would be a long way off. Getting a Holy Priest to cast the 'Finger of Death' is probably not a practical thing.
Roddy shrugged. In the seven years before he transmigrated, he had never come into contact with anything like "Elemental Theory". The concept of magic in his head basically came from the players' experience and the forum. If it was about the advanced and complicated "magic knowledge" in the game, he could be said to know nothing.
"Since you're interested, I'll leave the book with you first. If there are any words that you don't understand, feel free to ask me."
Roddy thought for a moment, then reached out to take "Essence of Energy" and handed it to Akasha. He then grabbed a bundle of scrolls from the desk. "You should be able to use these scrolls too. Carry them with you. In case of an accident, you can use them as a support."
"Thank … Thank you."
Akasha was extremely surprised. "Magic scrolls" were absolutely rare items. For any spellcaster, they were almost a trump card. Roddy said that he would give her more than ten scrolls. This made her not only pleasantly surprised, but also inexplicable satisfaction in her heart.
After chatting casually for a while, Akasha carried these things back to her bedroom. It was still early, and the sentries outside the manor had already been replaced. Naturally, she did not have to continue watching over the manor. Realizing that there was nothing else to do, Akasha sat in front of the desk and continued to flip through the "Essence of Energy" book.
The pale autumn sunlight shone into the room, and the precious scrolls that were stacked together left a messy row of shadows on the desk. However, what Roddy and Akasha did not notice was that among the scrolls that were supposed to be "curse-type" spells, there were two scrolls that were labeled "Necromancers' exclusive" that Roddy had inadvertently mixed in.
Akasha was completely unaware of this. She lowered her head and read the High Elf language that she had learned today. Her lips mimicked the letters and words that she had learned today. Occasionally, she would think of Roddy's words and could not help but frown.
"A Holy Priest casting a necromancy spell … Is such a thing possible?"
*****
While the beautiful priestess was having doubts, in the "Holy Cathedral" of the Rose Cross Church thousands of miles away, a lecture on a similar topic was going on in the lecture hall.
"… Regarding the essence of 'divine spells', this is my personal understanding. In theory, there is still more progress to be made, but as you all know, I prefer to start from a practical point of view. So, from the divine spells that I will show you, what can you see?"
It was a clean and bright square hall. A heavy historical atmosphere permeated the ancient building that was built 600 years ago. The Oakley Lecture Hall could accommodate 300 people, but there were only 20 to 30 people sitting there at the moment. The audience wore simple white robes, and most of them had unusually young faces.
"Stewart, what do you think?"
On the podium, a silver-haired but spirited old man raised his hand slightly. Not far from him, a young boy who looked to be only 15 years old softly answered the question.
"Professor George, I think that the 'divine spells' of the light attribute may not necessarily be differentiated from the elements that the Elementalists control. Perhaps under certain special conditions, the difference between them is not as deep as what we have now …"
"Hmm, good idea. I have also tried to work towards the direction that you have mentioned, but until now, I have not found the 'special conditions'." The professor on the podium had a scholarly demeanor. His words were gentle but powerful. "But not finding does not mean that there is no such condition. Stewart, you have said it very well. Then, Miss Sally, what do you think? "
"Professor George, since the name 'divine spells' originated from the gods, why would they be compared to the elements? I have looked through many materials, and the books gave two completely different answers regarding the birth of the elements and the birth of the 'divine spells'. The 'source' of their power is different. If the 'end' is summed up as the same point, although it appears to be true, is the main reason because of the change of the human will, and not the 'consciousness' of the source of the power itself? "
Sally's answer was a rhetorical question. Her strong and independent character, coupled with her identity as the daughter of Duke, made her exuding a very charming temperament, so much so that the 15 to 16 years old young people in the hall could not help but look at her.
"Very good entry point. You have grasped two key points. Does the energy have 'consciousness'? Here … "
In the afternoon, Professor George's speech finally came to an end. All of the talented young people in the lecture hall left after saluting. Sally picked up her books and relaxed her tired body. She looked at the schedule written on the parchment as she walked out of the lecture hall.
This was the "Holy Temple", the core of the "Rose Cross" that countless clergymen looked up to.
Here, "talent" seemed to have become the most worthless thing. Sally was outstanding in the Eiffta territory, but in the "Holy Temple", her learning speed could not compare to those young "classmates" at all. Therefore, the only thing she could do was to study harder and try not to be left too far behind …
Thinking about the books that she needed to read throughout the night, Sally rubbed her eyes. When she raised her head tiredly, she suddenly froze. In front of the "St. Roland Church", a familiar figure was greeting her.
"Lord Governor."
Sally hurriedly saluted to Rubens. The latter smiled and raised his hand to stop her. Although it was a "recommended" relationship, because of Angmar and Roddy, Rubens could be said to trust and be close to Sally.
At this moment, he was holding a letter in his hand. Sally had been staring at the letter ever since she saw him, so he simply handed it over and said, "With this kind of news, I'm sure you'll feel a little more at ease."
After opening the dark red wax seal and reading the content, Sally quickly showed a surprised look. "Roddy … actually killed that guy? He … he is not injured, right? "
Such words made Rubens a little amused. "You are not worried about Angmar's safety."
Seeing that Sally was a little embarrassed, he did not keep her in suspense. "Roddy is unharmed, and now he has become the focus of the church's attention. Many of the church's next actions will be related to him. I think those guys from Tasman will pay a terrible price for this …"
Hearing this, Sally could not help but be a little stunned. "Roddy, he … actually has such influence?"
"He's taking advantage of the situation. He has a keen sense of the current situation that us old guys can't compare to." Rubens tacitly agreed with Sally's words. "But now, his position is equally dangerous … The order has been issued. Although the trend has been set, I am not only worried about the influence of the undead among the nobles, but also the erosion of the church by these guys.
"So today, I came to ask you to write a letter to Angmar and secretly …"
Rubens said something in a low voice, and Sally's expression became slightly serious. After listening, she first looked around and asked in a low voice, "There are traitors in the church?"
Rubens sighed slightly and said helplessly, "I would rather believe you and Roddy than some people in the church … This kind of thing is really a joke if it gets out."
These were words from the bottom of his heart. He shook his head and then said solemnly, "Write the letter as soon as possible. From now on, focus on your cultivation. Don't mention this to a second person."
Rubens whispered a few reminders, and Sally nodded in agreement. Then, this old man with a high position in the church quickly left. Looking at the old man's back, Sally could not help but worry about the guy who was still stirring up a storm on the other side of the kingdom …
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