In this world, there were many things that were beyond the reach of humans, such as fate.
Jon did not believe in karma.
In terms of religious philosophy, Buddhism actually made sense. While he was thinking about this, Stephen had already fallen asleep.
There was nothing wrong with sleeping here. After all, the recliner was invented for people to lie down on. Jon waved his hand and summoned a blanket to cover Stephen. Then he quietly floated back into the house.
He actually needed to adjust his mood, so he decided to practice magic while he was still in good spirits. Although he had never thought that one day he would have to play the role of a good boy in front of his brothers, he had no other choice now. While they were all asleep, he could use Poseidon's ability to control water to pass the time.
In fact, the training method of Poseidon was a test of one's control. The water vapor seemed easy to solidify, but when it came to the molecular level, it was much more difficult.
After all, water was the same type of existence as elements. It was not easy to control it.
Magic practice was a very realistic thing. Although it also required talent, if one kept working hard, there would be results.
And there were always people who were both talented and hardworking.
Jon did not dare to say that he was talented, but when it came to hardworking, he was indeed a very hardworking person.
Repetitive practice would create inertia. To give a very simple example, when a student was constantly practicing with a sea of questions, he would subconsciously think of a way to solve the question. It was the same for magic practice.
Once people developed a sense of closeness to something, they would be inexplicably filled with inertia.
Habit was a very powerful force.
At first, Jon just wanted to train himself, but as he practiced, he began to study.
He began to put more and more power into his soul and began to explore whether there was a way to strengthen this spell at the microscopic level. The means of the gods were often beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. When the Wizard cast a spell, the gods could see the flaw at a glance and destroy it with the smallest cost.
This was the advantage of life, and also the point that Jon was trying to reach.
For this, he went very deep.
The deeper he went, the more entranced he became. The more entranced he became, the more he lost track of time.
In the end, he simply cast his soul out of his body and used a more intuitive perception to explore the connection between the air and the water in front of him. Anyway, with the Mystic Bird guarding him, he did not have to worry about any danger.
Thus, the small courtyard fell into a quiet atmosphere. Everyone looked like they were sleeping.
However, Jon was a little different. His soul was driven by his consciousness and appeared from nothingness, forming a mark in the air. Then, he began to have a headache facing the picky magic elements.
This was not the first time he had seen the appearance of magic elements, but these elements all looked the same when they were floating in the air.
Pride was their name.
Facing Jon's soul ripples, they simply ignored them.
However, Jon had no other choice. If he wanted to look at the structure at a deeper level, he had to use the floating magical elements in the air to increase his perception.
To put it bluntly, the existence of magic elements and the human material world were not in the same space.
The human soul was the same. The soul body, or spiritual power, and the magic elements were in the same dimension, but there were also macro and micro differences. If he wanted to observe the molecular structure at the material level, he first had to get the help of the magic elements to pull his perception to a corresponding level.
In other words, he had to please the Magical Elementals and serve them well.
For this situation, Jon had countless complaints in his heart, but more than that, he was looking forward to it. After all, in the world of magic, the effort was often proportional to the reward. The more difficult something was, the more likely it was for him to improve greatly.
Wasn't the reason he was doing all this now so that when he was struggling in the hands of that unknown god, his survival ability would be improved to a whole new level?
However, this was a very torturous process. Jon originally just wanted to take a look, but in the end, it took him a few hours.
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The next day, Jon was not in a good state of mind.
It could not be helped. On the first day of class, he had to meet the teacher face to face. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to the teacher.
However, Jon's state of mind was not considered respectful to the teacher.
Sitting in the classroom, he was listless for most of the time. He looked like he was in a daze throughout the whole class. During class, his mind was not listening at all to what the teacher was saying.
Stephen watched him in this state until the third class in the morning, which was also the second class.
"Didn't you sleep last night? Could it be that you did something bad behind our backs? "
"Just stayed up late."
Jon's answer was concise and clear.
Yesterday, they went to bed around 10 pm. The three of them slept very well and were naturally full of energy. However, Jon did look like he was sleeping, but after his soul left his body, he spent a lot of spiritual power to study the stability and sturdiness of the structure of Poseidon. In the end, after toiling for a long time, he did not make any progress, and his mental state was very listless.
It was clearly not like this before.
Chown quickly figured out the difference between the two. His soul had left his body in order to search for the traces left behind on the land thousands of kilometers away. During the day, he only needed to passively practice his magic and did not use his brain. Naturally, he could rest his mind, but he could not do so now.
He also knew that he couldn't maintain this state for too long, and he couldn't continue for too long. Not only could his mind not take it, even his body could not take it. Thus, he could only answer the questions during this period first. Then, he would continue his life of skipping classes.
What a model of a bad student.
"How about you sleep for a while during class? I'll keep an eye on you."
Stephen looked at the timetable. "Coincidentally, the next class is Professor Snape's class. We'll be in pairs. You can sleep more."
Chown nodded. Like a wandering soul, he was dragged by Stephen to the classroom for the next class.
When they reached the classroom, he immediately sat in his seat and buried his head in his arms. Before Stephen could say anything, he had already fallen asleep.
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