"You're screaming as if you've seen a ghost." As a low and unpredictable voice echoed outside of the door, the door was opened, and a young man with messy hair walked in. His blue eyes were bloodshot, and his eyelids were swollen, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
Behind him, a pale and fuzzy shadow stuck close to him. Its feet were far away from the ground as it floated forward. As it showed up, the whole dormitory suddenly became cold and gloomy, as if it had returned from the late spring night to the early morning of spring. It was quite chilling.
Donnie shuddered and hurried to put on the long coat that he took off next to him. "Sammy, I see the ghost behind you every day. Why would I be scared of a ghost? Besides, if there were really any evil spirits, the teachers of the school of necromancy would've been delighted to capture them. "
That was the disadvantage of a magic school. There was no room for legends about ghosts, unlike in a generic school where similar stories were often heard. For example, when a girl was hanged in a laboratory, it was not unusual for her experiment materials to go missing when she was doing experiments alone at night, or for the materials that were in urgent need to be kept far away suddenly appeared right next to her.
Of course, there were many legends in the magic school. For example, it was said that the gloomy old sorcerer who was in charge of the autopsy room often studied living people. That was why he never went out and refused to let anybody approach his room so angrily.
Sammy yawned. "Then, why are you screaming so miserably? You're one of the top twenty apprentices in our grade. "
The ghost behind him suddenly extended its hands like rubber bands and grabbed a cup and a kettle. It poured a cup full of water and fed it to Sammy.
"Even the best apprentice will feel that their head is about to explode when faced with so many formulas, equations, concepts, principles, magic runes, and magic models, even though they are only learning the most basic things right now." Donnie rubbed his forehead and mumbled to himself, especially when so many theories, formulas, equations, constants, and models were prefixed with the names of Lucien or Evans. How could he not be so annoyed that he would want to travel back in time and kill Mr. Evans to prevent such torturous things from happening again?
Thinking about that, Donnie sighed and said, "Also, I don't have a 'Lucidity Necklace', nor do I have an 'Energy Ring'. Unlike you, who was born with a Back Spirit and is very good at necromancy spells, I've already been booked by the Heidler Magic College. For me, I can only count on myself, and failure is not an option.
He knew his own psychological situation rather well.
Sammy drank some water and yawned again without caring about his image. "You have a good grasp of psychological analysis in the field of illusions. You'll be fine once you vent your depression."
Then, he lay on his bed lazily, closed his eyes, and said vaguely, "The Spirit behind your back is very troublesome. It will absorb your energy, affect your status, and … make girls not dare to get close to you. If it were during the reign of the Saint Truth, I would have been burned at the stake … If it were not for the fact that my soul was special and I was born in a special place, which made it difficult to get rid of the Spirit behind my back without hurting myself, I …"
As he talked, he fell asleep. His breath was soft and barely discernible, and the Back Spirit lay below him and hugged him tightly.
Donnie looked at his roommate and sighed. You despise me, but I can't envy you at all. After all, if I become an official sorcerer in the future, the female sorcerers won't be scared of the Back Spirit at all.
He heard from Sammy that he used to be a twin, but his mother's body was damaged near the gap of the World of Souls. When she was finally born, one of the babies was already dead.
Calming himself down, Donnie regained his calmness. Leaving aside the revision of Introduction to Arcana and History of Arcana and Magic, he focused on the practice of magic model analysis.
Tomorrow, I should have a 'Lucidity Necklace' too!
… …
As the obscure and weird spell echoed and the cold powder slid down, a transparent ray that was entangled in coldness was shot out, freezing the target and leaving a thick layer of frost on the throat.
Looking at his achievement in satisfaction, Donnie secretly appreciated Mr. Evans in his heart. Ever since he preliminarily explored the nature of magic, the functions of many spells had been analyzed and simplified. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to shoot out a 'Frost Ray' so quickly.
"Alright, today's spell practice is over." The teacher who was responsible for the practical magic instruction clapped his hands, indicating that the class was over.
Donnie hurried to stop and put away the casting materials. After saying goodbye to Sammy, who was still in a daze, he hurried to the platform outside of the school.
It was Sunday, and there were no classes in the afternoon, either.
Forty minutes later, the No. 36 bus arrived at Triumph Avenue. Donnie quickly walked into the 'Knowledge Bookstore'.
"Good afternoon, sir." Donnie greeted him, but he was somewhat shy and did not know what to say.
The boss, who had a pair of owl-like eyes and a dark yellow beard, laughed. "Good afternoon. You're on time. I've already prepared the Lucidity Necklace and the contract."
While talking, he took out a bright gold necklace. On the necklace, five bright blue gems the size of grains of sand were embedded. They emitted vague coolness, as if a clear spring was contained inside. The gems happened to form a mutated pentagram.
"It's an official 'Lucidity Necklace' in the level of magic items …" Although he hadn't learned Identification yet, Donnie had taken basic Alchemical Item Appraisal classes in school. Such obvious waves allowed him to identify the real level of the necklace at first glance. He was both excited and confused. Mr. Evans once said that gifts for no reason mostly hid schemes, whether the schemes were good or bad.
Scratching his beard, the boss smiled. "I'm only renting it to you, not giving it to you."
"As a matter of fact, I'm a very utilitarian person. I do good deeds for returns. Although I'm renting it to you at a low price right now, if I need your help after you become an official sorcerer in the future, will you say no if it's within your capability? This is essentially a long-term investment that will not harm my interests at all. "
As roads, rails, and other infrastructures were perfected, and as magic cars, magic steam trains, steam ships, aircraft, and small fission devices were popularized, the exchange of goods in various places became more and more convenient. The banking industry thrived and made a lot of innovations.
Hearing the boss's answer, Donnie felt a little relieved. Although he was still a little doubtful, the boss seemed to think highly of him, but he didn't care too much. Investment was all about foresight and connections, so he quickly picked up the contract next to him and read it carefully.
According to the key points of the contract taught in the magic school, Donnie reviewed them one by one. The contract was very simple without any disagreement. Therefore, Donnie reached a conclusion very soon. Gritting his teeth, he picked up the quill and signed his real name.
A bright fire popped up and burned up the contract quickly, but two copies were copied at the same time.
"The contract is established. Take the necklace." The boss gave the necklace to Donnie.
After controlling the necklace according to the standard procedures, Donnie put it on his neck. He immediately felt that his whole body was filled with coolness. The anxiety and worries that he had been suppressing for days were all gone. He was unprecedentedly refreshed and comfortable.
"Donnie." The boss suddenly opened his mouth. "Which magic school are you going to apply for in the College Entrance Exam of Advanced Magic? Holt? Tower? Heidler? Or something else? "
At present, there were nine advanced magic schools in the entire Congress of Magic. Among them, Holt College was good at microscopic and elemental fields, Tower College was good at macroscopic fields such as astrology and cosmology, and Heidler College was good at necromancy, genetics, medicine, and other fields. Applying for different schools required additional tests. Therefore, the students would choose the school that they wanted to apply for more than a month before the College Entrance Exam in order to make the arrangements for the final test easier.
Donnie subconsciously wanted to say Holt College, because it was the first college of the Congress of Magic. The arcanists who taught there were powerful, knowledgeable, and good at the microscopic domain that involved the essence of the world and magic. Who wouldn't yearn for it?
However, when he looked at the boss's owl-like eyes, he suddenly remembered the pain he felt last night. The equations and formulas that were so complicated that he wanted to die even though he roughly understood them, the dizzying introductions of the mathematical models, and the "curses" that were prefixed with Lucien or Evans made him agitated and hateful from the bottom of his heart.
When he thought that he would step deeper into "Evans' domain" in the future, he felt that his life was too gloomy to see any sunlight.
"I … I haven't made up my mind yet. I was going to apply for Holt College, but the other courses seem not bad. I'm good at every subject," Donnie replied vaguely.
The boss chuckled and then sighed. "I'm actually a sorcerer. I entered the world of magic under the influence of 'Herald of Arcana and Magic'."
"I used to be ambitious enough to make great achievements in the microscopic domain that I could be proud of. After all, Mr. Evans only established the framework, and many details and foundations were not thoroughly studied. It was a pity that after I studied and studied deeply, I realized that only the real geniuses could move forward in this field. People like me could only learn in mediocrity and barely follow them."
"What was even more terrifying was that I completely neglected the application of magic in order to concentrate on theoretical studies. As a result, my strength stagnated, and I quit the team that went to the top of the pyramid early. I could only open this bookstore to pass the time."
Donnie was stunned. "Sir, why didn't you change the direction of your studies?"
"I'm trying to develop in the direction of necromancy, but my foundation is not solid enough, and my thinking is fixed. Everything is very difficult." The boss did not say anything else and hinted that Donnie could leave.
Donnie walked on the street in a daze, his head full of what the boss said and his previous thoughts. They gradually gathered into one thought. I don't want to be covered by Mr. Evans' halo, I don't want to be entangled by the complicated formulas and equations for the rest of my life, and I don't want to talk about Lucien and Evans every day and even in my dreams …
Then, what field was not "shadowed" by Mr. Evans?
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