"Bamboo rats, they fell into the trap. What an unlucky fellow. Even with a broken hand, I can still pick up delicious food. That's my ability! "Dyson sniffed and knew what the meat inside was. "But the old man added something else inside. Let me think …"
He wasn't thinking, but was using the Cogitation technique. When the complete version of the Eagle School's Cogitation technique was used, the blood vessels near the eyes, nose, ears, and tongue would swell, showing a thick purplish-red color. At the same time, the hair on the surface of the body would also stand up, even causing the hair and beard to stand up. It looked a little frightening. Giles didn't keep his head bald because he was bald, but to make it easier for him to become stronger.
Dyson didn't shave his head. He only tied his hair up tightly so that it wouldn't turn into an afro. His nose twitched a few times, and he ended the Cogitation technique. "The locust powder and a few herbs are good stuff. But isn't it a bit of a waste to give it to them? "
After saying that, he snatched the bowl that Reynolds brought over and prepared to pour himself a portion.
Kiplin grabbed the spoon first and hit the back of his hand. "Put it down! Your portion is in my room, and there's a pot! The bones are yours, leave the rotten meat for me. I have bad teeth. "
"You should have said so earlier!" Dyson slapped the bowl into Fatty's arms, stood up, and strode towards the tower. After entering the castle, he found an empty corner, took a sip from his water bag, and then leaned against the wall to take a nap.
Kiplin dissolved all the "giant fruits" in the soup. The locust powder and herbs were actually used to mask the smell. The four youths, including Reynolds, divided the meat and soup in the clay pot equally. Under Kiplin's gaze, they couldn't give Reynolds more even if they wanted to. It wasn't allowed.
Each person only had one bowl, and it wasn't much compared to their stomachs. However, after this bowl of soup entered his stomach, a warm feeling spread throughout his body. Every bone, every muscle, and even every hair on his body was filled with a sense of comfort. Reynolds used the Cogitation technique to observe his body, and even found that some of the bruises caused by training were rapidly healing.
"There's medicine added to the soup that will help you recover. Alright, there's no need to train today. A good sleep is more useful than anything else. If Dyson asks, tell him I said so. "Kipling looked at the empty jar with satisfaction. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he was stopped by Reynolds.
"Teacher, I have to report something to you." Ever since he learned how to meditate and began to experiment with spells, he used the term "teacher". "For the first spell, I can do that now."
He reached out his hand, his palm facing the empty pot, and said softly, "Sua." The pot vibrated for a moment and then slowly flew up from the crutch as if it had wings. It flew steadily in the direction of Renault at the other end of the table.
Reynolds curiously stretched out his hand and poked the clay pot lightly. The clay pot tilted and drew a small arc in the air, but it still came to Reynolds's hand.
"It's not a divine spell … What a pity. But I still congratulate you for having talent in magic." The old man applauded and said, "How did you manage to cast a spell with only one syllable?"
He didn't ask about the control distance of the spell, nor did he ask about the weight and speed of the object that could be moved. Instead, he directly discovered the most important point: the incantation. Although he had never shown it, Kipling had definitely studied magic. He must have used some knowledge of magic in addition to divine spells. Otherwise, it would have been almost impossible for him to grasp the most important thing so quickly.
Many incantations, long incantations, and frequent malfunctions of the incantation were the biggest problems with magic. There were 1,100 ways to chant the incantation for moving objects, or the Hand of Magic spell. They were mostly the same, but all different. The longest incantation had forty-two syllables, and it would take eight or nine seconds to finish chanting all of them. It was not practical at all. In the book Mystical Wisdom in Stories and Proverbs, the shortest incantation had eight syllables, which was at least usable. And in The Laws and Language of the Devil, the incantation had three syllables.
Reynolds shortened it to one and a half syllables, which used part of the devil's ability.
"I still can't explain how I did it. Maybe it's just a coincidence, maybe it's a blessing from the goddess, or maybe I did something right by accident." Reynolds pushed with both hands, and the pot flew back to the old man, hanging on his cane. "Teacher, I want some paper and a pen. I want to summarize this spell properly. I have a feeling that I should be able to discover something. "
"You have a feeling? Then this must be a blessing from the Goddess! " Old man Kipling was very happy, "It is recorded in many ancient books that when a believer approaches the truth, the Goddess will encourage and help you, providing you with inspiration. Pen, no problem. Paper, use it sparingly. I can give you a blackboard. There should be a few hundred pieces of chalk in the inventory. Is this enough? "
"Yes, thank you." Reynolds knew that paper was not as common in this world as it was in the future. The improved paper making technique should not have been discovered yet. However, most of his time had been taken up by physical training and spell learning, so he did not have time to try making paper.
In the process of constantly reciting the spell, he disrupted the established order of the spell in the book in his mind, and reclassified it, trying to memorize it in a more convenient and regular way. In the process, he faintly felt that there was indeed some kind of rule, but it was too difficult to use his brain to calculate it. If only he had a database, it would be much more convenient to use statistics and program algorithms. However, without a computer, he could still do a lot of things with pen and paper.
He was able to complete the spell Hand of Magic with a half syllable incantation, there must be something fishy about it. How much did the devil's soul play in it, and what did Yan Rui, who had the ability to think from another world, do in it. What was the relationship between these changes and the Hand of Magic spell in the spellbook? Reynolds consumed his soul in exchange for a smarter brain from hell, so he would always be thinking about it.
"You can write a letter and report this new spell method to the Church. Under the 'Divine Word', there is a special priest who calculates this kind of thing. I will testify for you, you will be rewarded for this report, and it will be good for you to get a certificate of atonement in the future. "
"I will remember. But I want to summarize it first, and report it when I am more confident. "
"The syllables of your spell are short enough. It would be great if you could improve it into a spell. Currently, the Eagle School only has three major spells, Reverse Thrust, Explosive Flash, and Light Body. There are too few of them. Oh, the spell will be taught to you when you complete the strengthening spell and start learning the martial arts of our school. Alas, maybe I am a little greedy … "
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