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Salin felt that he had arrived in a huge space. When he fixed his eyes on it, he realized that it was a square black space. There was no light shining in the dark space, but Salin could easily see every change in the space.
It was as if he had returned to the day when the Magic String was first formed. However, he saw even more elements arranged in a regular pattern in the space, and they were constantly changing.
Salin was most sensitive to water elements. In fact, if he wasn't in this space, he wouldn't be able to sense any other elements.
With the experience of observing Figaro's formula, Salin understood that the elemental arrangement in this space was also a formula. It was just that this formula was more complicated, and he couldn't grasp it at all.
Calming down, Salin realized that it wasn't his body that had entered this space. Or rather, it wasn't his body that was in this space. The elements in the space passed through him, turning him into a humanoid shadow. This shadow was also three-dimensional, formed from countless elements.
There was a door to the left of the black space. Salin's thoughts moved, and he arrived in front of it.
On the other side of the door was a similar black space. The second black space seemed no different from the first, but since Salin could already see the elemental arrangement, he quickly realized that the elements in this room were representing another complicated formula.
Salin pondered, and looked forward. At the end of the second black space was another door.
How was he going to get out?
Salin didn't study this magic formula, and instead walked towards the second door. After passing through the second door, it was still a black space. The elements in the space arranged into a third magic formula.
After walking through 23 doors, Salin arrived in a familiar space.
Yes, Salin felt that this space was very familiar, because the formula for the raft in this space seemed familiar. Wasn't … wasn't this Figaro's magic formula?
However, this formula was more complete and perfect than the one he'd seen from Fayern. The arrangement of the six major elements was also clearer.
So that's how it is.
Salin finally found a piece of information in his mind. It was mentioned in a book.
Soul Projection!
That was a magical tool from the First Dynasty. At that time, humans fought with their hands, and without the help of tools, they could tear through space and travel between dimensions. Soul Projection was an ability that everyone in that era had.
Thinking of this, Salin realized that his "body" was starting to thin, and the elements were showing signs of dissipating. He didn't try to control this change. Instead, he relaxed and observed carefully.
The elements in the space coordinated with this change, forming an elemental vortex. Salin's "body" floated up and was sucked into the whirlpool. As it spun rapidly, Salin felt himself being thrown out.
Cough, cough …
Salin coughed violently and poked his head out of the water. He realized that he was still in the bathtub. Nothing had changed in the room, not even the temperature of the water had dropped.
This was the first time Salin had choked on water after obtaining the mutated Magic String.
Cough …
Salin coughed out the water he had sucked into his lungs and could not help but laugh. He didn't know why he could create a soul projection, but he didn't need to understand. He just needed to know the function of his necklace.
There were 24 magic formulas in the necklace. As long as he had enough Spiritual Energy, his Soul Projection could enter the space within the necklace to observe and learn. Now that his spiritual power was extremely weak, he could not maintain his projection in the space of the necklace and was kicked out.
Each of the 24 crystals that made up the black necklace contained a magic formula. One of them was Figaro's magic formula.
To a magician, this necklace was priceless.
In this era, the possibility of a self-taught magician was very small. Without the guidance of a teacher, it was very difficult for a magician to touch the true rules of magic. And this necklace was the best teacher.
"Neris." Salin opened his mouth and called. Neris answered weakly at the door, but did not enter.
"How long has it been?"
"73774 Zhen, Master."
Neris's reply made Salin not know whether to laugh or cry. Zhen was the unit of time used by magicians. One zhen was only one-sixtieth of a second. 73,000 Zhen sounded like a lot, but it was actually only 20 minutes. But in these 20 minutes, he had memorized more elemental changes than he had in the 10 hours he had spent in Fayern's room.
These changes were deeply imprinted in Salin's memory. They had already become a part of him, and he would not forget them.
Salin's gaze became fervent. This kind of training would allow him to quickly grasp Figaro's magic formula. The gap between him and Count Alphonso had been greatly reduced.
If he could grasp all 24 magic formulas, what would the result be?
Magicians existed to understand the truth of this world …
Unknowingly, Salin's hatred had faded a lot. The coldness in his body had dissipated, and the magic strings no longer tormented him. They had completely returned to normal. The two Aqueous Shields that had been revolving around Salin stopped. Salin had used up too much spiritual power, and could not continue to control their operation.
And these two Aqueous Shields had also undergone a miraculous change. The originally palm-sized magic shield had now more than doubled in size. It no longer looked like a bubble, and elemental power flowed naturally within it. The originally light green Aqueous Shields were now almost transparent.
Salin had recovered some spiritual power. Seeing this change, he knew that this spell had changed again. As long as he used Figaro's formula to derive it, he would be able to obtain a new incantation.
No, if he could completely grasp Figaro's formula, he would not need any incantations in the future. He could skip the tedious learning process and directly reach the state of silent magic.
In the future, as long as he had enough time, he could learn by observing others casting magic. There was no need for incantations, no need for gestures. He only needed to train his magic to a certain level.
Could it be that the humans of the First Dynasty had grown up like this?
Forget it. What's the point of thinking about something that happened tens of thousands of years ago? To him, the most important thing now was to increase his strength as soon as possible. Having regained clarity of mind, Salin analyzed Princess Rex's words again. He could vaguely feel that something was about to happen. This matter was more important than his own hatred. It was just that the information was limited, and he could not speculate.
Salin did not use meditation. Out of habit, he took out his family badge and held it in his hand. He released a Level-0 spell and began to cultivate.
This time, when the badge extracted the magic strings and energy from his body, Salin was no longer ignorant. He could vaguely feel that the badge was not only taking away power, but also some impurities from his body.
Magicians believed that everything in the world was made up of elements, and so was the human body. Humans, on the other hand, ate and absorbed the elements of other living beings to maintain their own balance. Most of the elements that were absorbed were useless and would be excreted. Some of the elements that were absorbed into the body could not be converted into energy. These elements were the impurities in the human body.
The impurities formed by these elements would affect the growth of the human body and cause diseases.
The lifespan of Magic Shooters was longer than that of ordinary humans because they could already observe and control the elements in detail, and planned to expel these impurities from the body.
In the courtyard, the snow had already stopped, but the sky was still gloomy. Sika was practicing martial arts. Nelis sat on the steps, bored as she watched Sika wave his rod and sweep up the snowflakes on the ground.
Farren was in the laboratory. He was puzzled when he did not see Salin. Doesn't he want to know what happened in Ceylon City? This kid wouldn't be so impulsive as to just leave, would he? Farren was a little worried. With Salin's strength, he would not even have the chance to get close to Count Alphonso if he returned to Scotia now, much less take revenge.
If such a genius were to die prematurely, it would be a great pity.
Thinking of this, Farren could not help but stand up and walk out of the door into the courtyard.
"Sir." Sika stopped her training and greeted Farren with a lowered hand.
Farren smiled. With this girl's talent, if she were to learn swordsmanship, her achievements would probably be much greater than Byrne's. Unfortunately, she had already chosen another path. Sword aura was no longer important.
He had lost his composure. Everyone's path should be chosen by themselves. He shouldn't interfere with how Salin was going to deal with him. Just like Sika's life, there was no need to deliberately change it.
Thinking of this, Farren felt a little regretful. Why was Salin not his student?
"Sika, where did you learn your martial arts?" It was rare for Farren to strike up a conversation with someone who was not a Mage. In the rooms on both sides of the courtyard, a few Mages also heard Farren's words and were extremely surprised. It was only because of their usual habits that they did not run out to watch. That Salin was really lucky. Not only did Farren often give him guidance, even his friend, Farren, had begun to pay attention to him.
Sika embarrassedly kicked the snow under her feet and replied, "I learned it from the village chief."
"Can you show me your weapon?"
"Of course." Sika extended her hand and handed over her rod. Farren waved his hand, and a gentle gust of wind wrapped around the heavy rod. It deftly lifted the weapon and brought it to Farren's eyes, letting it float in the air.
It was a level-four wind magic binding spell. This spell had been modified beyond recognition by Farren, but its power was not reduced in the slightest. One had to know that a normal binding spell could only trap the enemy in place, and could not be used to move the target.
"It seems to have been damaged quite badly. Sika, are you willing to let me fix it for you? "
"This … Sir, how much money would it cost?" Sika looked at Farren innocently. The expressions of the Mages who were listening to the conversation were just as strange as Farren.
This Caucasian Warrior had actually treated Farren as a magic craftsman. Heavens, this brainless guy!
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