At dawn, Roland was pulled out of bed by Nightingale – he remembered that the last time something like this had happened was when Nana's identity as a witch had been discovered by Sir Pine.
"What's going on? Has a new witch been discovered in the town? "he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"No, Your Highness!" Nightingale shouted with an excited face, "Anna … Anna's ability has changed again!"
"Again?" Roland had not completely woken up from his drowsiness, "Isn't she already an adult?"
"It's another change after becoming an adult, I have never seen such an amazing form of magic, it's almost like an entity." Nightingale brought a washbasin, "Scroll and Vendy have also never heard of such a thing, you quickly go and have a look, everyone is waiting for you in the office!"
Roland casually washed his face, put on his clothes, and followed Nightingale to the second floor. When he entered the office, the eleven witches immediately focused their eyes on him. Among them, Anna's eyes were a little swollen, as if she had not slept all night.
"Who can tell me, what happened?"
The first to speak was Nightingale, "This morning when I walked through Anna's room, I saw her sleeping in front of the table, there was a pile of iron lumps on the table. I was going to wake her up, but when I got closer, I found that the magic in her body had become … "She paused for a moment, as if she was thinking of how to describe it," It had become a fixed shape, like a constantly rotating square. "
"A square?" Roland walked in front of Anna and carefully looked at her – apart from her slightly tired spirit, he could not see any other differences. Then he noticed a cylinder on the table, it seemed to be made of pig iron, with a gray smooth surface and a neat cut at the top, making him think that he was seeing things, "This is …"
"Anna did it," Nightingale said. "With her new ability. After a witch awakens, her body will gather magic power. At first, it will be as thin as mist, but after a few years, it will slowly turn into a group of different colors. For example, Vendy's magic power is white, Leaf's is green … Anna's magic power used to be very large, but after she became an adult, her magic power condensed a lot, turning it dark green. But now, the magic power in her body is only the size of a fist, like a solid, completely opaque. " She picked up the quill on the desk and sketched. "That's about it."
Although Nightingale's drawing skills were terrible, Roland could still tell that it was a cube.
He looked at Anna. "What happened last night?"
Anna recounted her experience. When she finished speaking, the other witches still had a blank look on their faces. They didn't understand what the small round ball, vibration, connection, and ability change had to do with it.
Only Roland's heart was slightly moved.
In his mind, magic power was a kind of energy, and the witches were the terminals that released it. The effects of magic power were endless, but the final result depended on the witch who controlled it, or further, it depended on the witch's thoughts.
If his guess was correct, thoughts could have a profound impact on a witch's ability.
To put it simply, a person who had never seen an airplane would have a hard time imagining that a huge iron bird could fly in the sky; a person who had never seen the universe would naturally not know how vast the world was. The height of thought and the breadth of knowledge would limit the use of magic power – every further understanding of the nature of the world would bring great progress in science and technology. So, would the witch's ability be the same? With a deeper understanding of the world, the effect of magic power would also be closer to the origin?
"Let me see your new ability." Roland asked curiously.
Anna stretched out her finger, and a black flame appeared out of thin air at her fingertips. It looked no different from an ordinary flame, except that it didn't emit light.
"Can your black flame change its shape at will?"
Anna nodded and controlled it to float on the table. Soon, the black flame that was in the shape of a natural flame suddenly turned into a cube. Before anyone could react, the cube spread out into a black cloth, almost covering the entire table. Then it gathered towards the center, gradually turning into a straight line. Roland couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He found that this hair-thin black line didn't move at all – this was simply incredible. Even if it was as hard as steel, after stretching it into a thin wire, it could still be easily bent by fingers. This was determined by the flexibility of the object, and an absolutely rigid body didn't exist.
"Can it be a little thinner?"
"Yes, but then you can't touch it anymore." Anna said, "Otherwise it will cut you."
"What about the temperature, can you also control it at will?"
"Yes, and compared to the green flame, I can make it produce different temperatures in different parts."
Roland somewhat understood what Nightingale meant when she said it was as if it was real. Compared to the green flame that was as warm as water, her current ability had condensed and taken shape, and it wasn't appropriate to describe it as a flame. When Anna accepted the view that everything in the world was made up of microscopic particles, her understanding of the temperature produced by flames also broke through to a new stage of particle motion producing temperature. What was certain was that she wasn't controlling particles, just like how she didn't control flames before … Whether it was the ordinary flame at first, or the green flame and black flame after adulthood, they were all manifestations of magic power.
Although both of them converted magic power into heat, the effect was completely different.
A real genius, Roland couldn't help but sigh. He couldn't think of a more suitable adjective other than genius. After learning new knowledge that night, she could immediately understand and apply it to her ability. This kind of thinking and absorption ability could only be possessed by extremely talented people.
Anna's change also made him more interested in exploring the true meaning of this world.
It's a pity that I can't have magic power, Roland thought, this may be the biggest regret after crossing over. After all, most people have a superhero dream in their hearts, accidentally obtaining incredible power, and from then on embarking on a different path, what a carefree thing.
"I probably know the reason for the change in Anna's ability." He put away the regret in his heart and said to the witches.
"What is it?" Everyone asked one after another.
"Learning."
"Learning?" Scroll murmured, "Do you mean yesterday's teaching?"
"Exactly," Roland stated his conjecture succinctly. "Knowledge will help you improve your abilities, and even bring about leaps and bounds in your abilities."
"Can I also …?" Mystery Moon asked timidly.
"Of course," Roland patted her on the shoulder. If it weren't for the limited number of steam engines and the lack of rubber to make wires, the strong magnets she enchanted would have come in handy.
Originally, the purpose of Roland's class was to pass on the knowledge he had learned to Scroll, to prevent himself from forgetting more and more. Now that he accidentally discovered that learning knowledge could also have the effect of increasing their ability, it became a very necessary thing to give all witches a class together.
Of course, he also understood that not everyone had an outstanding talent like Anna. Like Nightingale, who could fall asleep while listening to the class, he didn't have any hope for her. From remembering to understanding, and from understanding to using, there were many gaps between them. In the end, how many people would be able to use the knowledge they had learned to their ability, he didn't know.
"You didn't sleep well last night," Roland said to Anna, "Go and catch up on your sleep. I'll test your new ability in two days. "
"Okay," Anna nodded seriously.
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