Gryffindor had been in a good mood for the past two days.
He did not expect things to be so coincidental that he would meet Orrin in the arena before the finals. Furthermore, this idiot was stupid enough to take the initiative to attack him. As a testing apprentice, he took the initiative to attack the guild's warden. Even if he were to be beaten to death, he could only blame it on his bad luck.
Unfortunately …
That fly called Mason was a hindrance, and actually took Orrin away at the last moment. As a result, the other Pyroblast that Gryffindor had meticulously prepared could not be used in time.
But, forget it. He was lucky this time. Anyway, he would not live for more than a few days. After being hit directly by a Pyroblast, coupled with the curse that he cast at the last moment, even if he did not die on the spot, he would definitely not live to the day of the finals.
"It's best if I meet that Jarrosus country bumpkin in the first round of the finals. By then, I must let him know that there is a difference in the quality of Archmages too …"
Gryffindor returned to his residence in a cheerful mood. The room was unusually quiet. His two roommates had long moved out. Now, the huge house belonged to Gryffindor alone. A few chairs were placed randomly in the living room, and a huge crystal ball was placed on the coffee table, emitting a gentle glow.
Gryffindor stood in front of the crystal ball, and hurriedly recited a spell. Following that, a ray of light appeared, and a white-haired figure appeared on the crystal ball.
"Gryffindor, looking for me so late at night. Do you have any questions about magic?" The old man on the crystal ball looked to be in his sixties. He was skinny, and his hair was white. His thin face was full of wrinkles. Apart from a pair of sharp eyes, he looked no different from an ordinary old man.
"Yes, Mentor Rosen. Recently, I have been trying to compress the casting time, but I seem to have met with some trouble …" Gryffindor quickly recounted the trouble he had encountered.
On the other side of the crystal ball, Rosen was still holding a crystal pen in his hand. He frowned as he drew lines on a blank scroll. At the same time, he gave a comprehensive and detailed analysis of the principles for Gryffindor. "The simplest way to compress the casting time is to increase your mental strength. However, this is meaningless to you. After all, it is not something that can be done overnight. The other way is to repeatedly analyze the elemental structure. The more you understand the elemental structure, the faster you can complete the casting …"
After that, Gryffindor asked a few more questions one after another. Rosen was still busy with the scroll while taking the time to answer Gryffindor's questions. He seemed to be a little absent-minded, but the answers he gave were always on point. He did not say much, either. However, he always pointed to the most crucial points. Often, Gryffindor could not think of the answer even after thinking for a long time. However, when he was reminded by Rosen's words, he immediately revealed an expression of enlightenment.
If Lin Li was there, he would most likely be able to tell that what Rosen was drawing on the scroll was a "tidal" mageweath. This mageweath that could increase the recovery rate of mana by several times was not simple. Only an Inscriber who had reached the Master-level or above would have a chance to understand its complete structure. Moreover, the difficulty of drawing it was notoriously high. Even Aldwin, who was known as the number one Inscriber in Felan, might not necessarily be able to guarantee success every time, let alone someone like Rosen who was guiding his disciple while drawing on the scroll.
Speaking of Rosen, this person was indeed full of legendary colors.
He was born in the Fallen Leaves City Guild of Magic in the north of the Breezy Plains. His name was first known 40 years ago. At that time, Rosen had just turned 30 years old, but he had already broken through to the Archmage realm. In a battle between the Fallen Leaves City Guild of Magic and the pirates, he killed a level-18 warrior in one fell swoop. All of a sudden, Rosen's name spread throughout the entire Felan Kingdom.
In the following 10 years, Rosen's reputation in the guild reached its peak. His powerful strength, meticulous mind, and tactful methods allowed him to establish absolute prestige in the Fallen Leaves City Guild of Magic in just 10 years. Almost everyone felt that he would be a strong candidate for the next president. Even the president of the guild at that time had once said in public that after he retired, Rosen would definitely be in charge of the Rotterdam Guild of Magic.
However, at this time, Rosen made a decision that was beyond everyone's expectations.
He gave up the position of the president of the guild and made an application to the Supreme Council, hoping to enter the Great Library to study. With his status in the Fallen Leaves City Guild of Magic at that time, the Supreme Council naturally could not reject his request. In less than a month after the application was made, Rosen entered the Great Library. He stayed there for three years, and when he came out of the Great Library, he already had the strength of a level-18 Archmage.
After that, he received an invitation from the Supreme Council to enter the center of power that the mages of Anril dreamed of. In the following 30 years, Rosen climbed higher and higher at an astonishing speed with his own abilities. Today, he was already one of the top 10 controllers, and held the fate of tens of millions of mages in his hands. In the near future, he would have a chance to go to the next level and become a new arbitrator.
However, there was one thing that was very strange. Rosen's name could be said to have spread throughout most of Anril, but not many people knew what kind of person Rosen was.
Others would more or less have some desires, and even an indifferent old man like Andoine had an almost fanatical love for pharmaceutics. However, Rosen gave people the feeling that he was like an ascetic who would not be tempted by anything other than studying the most profound knowledge of magic.
After entering the Supreme Council, he had done a total of two things. The first was to accept Gryffindor as a disciple, and the second was to participate in the competition for the arbitrator candidate. Other than that, he seemed to stay in his own research room forever, dealing with all kinds of mageweaths.
After answering these questions one by one, Rosen smiled again, and asked Gryffindor with great interest, "Oh yes, Gryffindor … I seem to have heard recently that there is another young Archmage in your Alanna Guild of Magic?"
"Yes, Mentor."
"Tell me about it."
"Yes, this person's name is Felic, and he should be between 19 to 21 years old. He came from the Jarrosus Guild of Magic, but to be honest, his strength is not considered to be a real Archmage. I met him once half a month ago. If I were to fight him, I believe that he would not last more than 10 minutes."
"Tell me, where does your confidence come from …"
"If I'm not wrong, this person's power does not belong to him, but he suddenly obtained it due to some kind of luck or some other reason. This is because I can clearly feel that the magical wave emitted from his body is not pure. In other words, he is not able to control his own power very well. Furthermore, there is one very important point: power can be gained quickly, but knowledge cannot. Even if he already has the power of an Archmage, he does not have enough time to learn the knowledge of an Archmage. He is far from being a real Archmage. I am confident that I can defeat such an opponent within 10 minutes."
"Not bad, Gryffindor. You are more attentive than before."
"Thank you for your compliment."
"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing …" At this point, the smile on Rosen's face disappeared, and was replaced by a solemn expression. "Everything you said happened half a month ago. How can you be so sure that he has not mastered his own power after half a month?"
"That's impossible, Mentor Rosen. I remember very clearly that this person was only a level-9 mage at the beginning of the trial. There's a gap of six levels between level-9 and level-15. Even a genius wouldn't be able to adapt to such an unimaginable speed of improvement. Besides, if he's really a genius, how could he still be a level-9 mage at the age of 20? He should have broken through the realm of a Magic Shooter with his own efforts, and not become an Archmage because of a fortuitous encounter. "
"Your analysis is good, but if you participate in the finals with such thoughts, I think you will be at a disadvantage …" Rosen smiled. He was not stingy with his patience towards his only disciple. "Now, listen to my analysis. Perhaps after listening to it, you will no longer think that way."
"Yes."
"Based on what you said earlier, this person directly rose from level-nine to level-fifteen. Yes, you know that this is an extremely long distance, but you seem to have forgotten that there is a limit to the mana that a person can contain. The stronger the mental strength, the stronger the mana. The mana that an Archmage has is almost a hundred times that of a level-nine mage. Do you know what this means? If mana is compared to clear water, a level-nine mage would only be able to fill a small bottle, while an Archmage would be able to fill a bucket. Think about it, what would happen if a bucket of water was poured into a small bottle? "
"It will burst the bottle …"
"That's right. Then, can you tell me if that Archmage Felic has been bloated?"
"No …" Gryffindor thought about it, and was still not convinced. "But this could also be due to luck …"
"You are still entangled with luck, Gryffindor." On the other side of the crystal ball, Rosen smiled. "Gryffindor, I hope you remember that there has never been a truly lucky person in this world. Behind anything that seems lucky, there is actually an inevitable law. The difference is whether you can grasp this law or not. Take this young man as an example. There can only be two reasons. One is that when you first met him, he hid his strength. The other is that his mental strength is terrifyingly strong. At level-nine, he already had the mental strength of an Archmage."
When Gryffindor heard this, he was suddenly stunned. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he heard Rosen's voice coming from the crystal ball. "I'm afraid neither of these two situations is good news for you. Not to mention hiding his strength, it's okay for him to hide it from you, but he even managed to hide it from Aldwin. Why don't you think about how he managed to hide it so well? "As for the second possibility, it's even scarier. To a mage, mental strength is the most important. If a person has a unique advantage in mental strength, then he's an out-and-out magic genius. Especially in a battle between two mages, this advantage will allow him to take advantage of countless advantages, such as faster casting speed and mana recovery. He can even ignore the danger of mana backlash and forcefully cast some powerful spells that you can't even imagine. Such an opponent can't be defeated in ten minutes …"
"Mentor, do you mean that you want me to attack him before the finals, just like what I did to Orrin?"
"No, no, no … I've never said that. Orrin is Orrin, and Felic is Felic. You must not confuse them, or you will get into big trouble …"
"Why?" This time, Gryffindor really did not believe it. He could reluctantly agree that this Felic was a genius. After all, he was a 20-year-old Archmage, and he could not deny it even if he wanted to. But if he said that he would get into big trouble, Gryffindor absolutely did not believe it.
He was the number one magic genius of Felan, the personal disciple of a legendary mage. In the Alanna Guild of Magic, he even had the status of a deacon. His power was second only to Aldwin, Macklin, and a few others, and was similar to Darian. On the other hand, what was that Felic? He was just a country boy. So what if he had the strength of an Archmage? So what if he was Macklin's trial apprentice? Would Macklin risk his life for a trial apprentice? As for the Jarrosus Guild of Magic, it was even more insignificant. What about that fat old man? With just a word from his mentor, he could send him back to Jarrosus with his tail between his legs!
"Do you think that a country mage from Jarrosus has no background and no status, so you can attack him unscrupulously?"
Gryffindor did not speak, but the look of disapproval on his face revealed all his thoughts.
"Gryffindor, I really did not expect that after so many years, you are still so condescending. Have you forgotten how you lost to Orrin in the Rotterdam Guild of Magic?"
"I was just careless …"
"A moment of carelessness? What a ridiculous excuse …" Rosen suddenly laughed on the other side of the crystal ball. "Gryffindor, do you remember how many forces tried to rope you in after you became an Archmage?"
"Many." Gryffindor's tone was calm, but he could not help but reveal some pride in his expression. This was what he was most proud of. Ever since he became an Archmage, many forces tried to rope him in. Many of them were big shots that were rarely seen. Such an honor was definitely unique among the young mages!
"Then, have you ever thought about how many forces would rope Felic in when he is also an Archmage, and younger than you?"
Gryffindor's expression froze …
"This …" He opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.
"But, this is nothing …" Rosen suddenly laughed. "Isn't there still the finals?"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is very simple. Before the finals, you must not touch this Felic. But, during the finals, maybe you can accidentally make a mistake, or for some other reason. In short, you can cause some injury to him that is difficult to recover from. Although it is indeed a pity, it is not allowed to make a mistake in the finals …"
"I understand. But, Mentor, didn't you just say that this person's strength is not inferior to mine?"
"Indeed, not inferior to yours. But, don't forget, you are my disciple. How can I let you lose in the finals? Now, you can take a look at the magic book I gave you previously. On the last page, I left you a paragraph. Read it carefully, and tell me what you should do after you understand it. "
"Yes!"
Gryffindor returned to his room, and took out a magic book with a black cover from under his pillow. On the last page, there was indeed a paragraph written by Rosen. Gryffindor read it word by word, and his eyes became brighter and brighter …
…
It was already very late at night, but the light in Lin Li's room was still on. He was looking up some information to make the final preparations for the finals two days later.
Ever since he came to Alanna, Lin Li had never been so eager to win the finals as he was now. Although he had promised Gerian, Macklin, and Andoine that he would do his best in the finals, it was all because he couldn't resist their pleas. Even though he had promised them verbally, he still didn't think much of it. After all, a guy like him who was lazy and afraid of death was really not suitable to fight for a victory.
But this time, Lin Li was serious.
Orrin was still lying on the bed, and most likely would not be able to participate in the finals one day later. And all this was because of a guy named Gryffindor.
Lin Li had stayed with Orrin for two months. How could he not know that this young mage, who seemed indifferent to everything, actually wanted to achieve a good result in the finals this time? Lin Li even remembered that Orrin had once said that he was from the Rotterdam Guild of Magic, which was a more remote place than Jarrosus. He hoped to use the finals this time to let people know that Rotterdam was not only rich in wheat, but also had powerful mages!
Unfortunately, he could not go there now.
Other than hoping that he could recover as soon as possible, the only thing Lin Li could do for him was to help him win the finals this time.
In front of Lin Li was a book called "Introduction to the High Elves Language". He was struggling to find suitable annotations in the common language among the strange runes, and in his other hand was the parchment scroll that Macklin had given him. He was now trying to rely on his own efforts to translate the few key characters.
Perhaps, this spell would be useful in the finals two days later.
…
In the secret chamber of the Marathon Family, only Matthias was meditating quietly. No one dared to disturb him at this time, because everyone knew that the finals between the apprentices would be in two days' time. The one who could obtain the final victory would be the real number one magic genius of Felan.
"Come in, Argus."
"Young Master Matthias, what can I do for you?" When standing in front of Matthias, Argus felt that the person in front of him was very unfamiliar. In just a month's time, the changes in his body could only be described as earth-shattering. Even Argus, who once had the power of an Archmage, could not help but be surprised by the magical wave emitted from his body. It was too powerful. Even if he was at his peak, he might not be able to emit such magical wave.
However, to Argus, the most unimaginable thing was the change in Matthias' temperament.
To be honest, although Matthias was not likeable in the past, he was still respectful to him most of the time. After all, he was his magic mentor. But now, Argus felt cold all over as he stood in front of him. It was as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. That strange feeling made Argus' hair stand on end.
"Argus, have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare?"
"Yes, Young Master Matthias …" Argus swallowed his saliva, and looked at Matthias with a fearful gaze. Then, he carefully took out two magical crystals. "But, Young Master Matthias, the level-15 magical crystals you want are too rare. I've searched many places, and only found these two …"
"Two?" Matthias held the two magical crystals in his hands, and felt a surge of magical wave emanating from them. A faint smile appeared on his pale face. "One for each of the two Archmages. It should be enough …"
When he heard "two Archmages", Argus' heart immediately tightened. He knew what Matthias was talking about. He was talking about the two Archmages in the Alanna Guild of Magic. One was the number one magic genius of Felan, Gryffindor, and the other was Felic, whom he had assassinated before.
He could no longer see through the current Matthias. He could only barely guess from the expression on Matthias' face that these two magical crystals were probably specially used to deal with the two Archmages.
This was a big problem …
Argus stood there respectfully, but he could not help but feel anxious. It did not matter to Gryffindor. Anyway, he did not know him. If he died, then so be it. But Felic could not die. He still had to rely on him to help him recover his mana. If he died, wouldn't he have to be a Magic Shooter for the rest of his life?
Thinking of this, Argus plucked up his courage and asked, "Young Master Matthias, you're in such a hurry to get these two magical crystals. Is there any special use for them? If two pieces aren't enough, I can think of another way to get you two more pieces … "
"You'll know in two days." But fortunately, Matthias' mind did not seem to be on this. Although there were some flaws in Argus' words, it did not arouse his suspicions. He only held the two magical crystals tightly, and his eyes were filled with hatred and sarcasm. "Archmages, is it? I'll let you see this time that there are not only two Archmages …"
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