After the meal.
After eating and drinking.
There was not a single drop of soup left in the pot.
In front of the Sorcerer Supreme, there was a pile of chicken bones.
Irin waved his hand.
The pile of chicken bones floated in the air and neatly formed into the shape of "Jill No. 1" when it was alive. It flapped its wings and then fell into the trash can not far away.
Goodbye, Jill No. 1.
Since Irin had made up his mind to exchange knowledge with the Sorcerer Supreme, he did not pretend anymore. He laid all his cards on the table and revealed his ability.
"Oh?"
The Sorcerer Supreme found a bamboo skewer from somewhere. He held his teeth, burped, and exhaled a breath of alcohol. His turbid eyes lit up slightly.
Only then did Irin notice that the Sorcerer Supreme's hands were full of scars. The hand he used to pick his teeth with was even trembling slightly, shaking like an old man with Parkinson's disease. Irin was very suspicious. How could such a person be called the Sorcerer Supreme.
However, Irin had personally experienced his specialty, the "Circle Teleportation Technique". It could not be faked.
Irin had recently comprehended a brand new enhancement — Soul Cooking Technique.
He glanced at the attributes and description of [Soul Cooking Technique] and temporarily threw it to the back of his mind.
He would deal with the Sorcerer Supreme first.
The Sorcerer Supreme looked at Irin with some hesitation on his face.
Irin was calm, with a "I'm not in a hurry" look.
After a few minutes.
The Sorcerer Supreme could not help but say, "The chicken soup tastes good."
He first gave Yi Lin's cooking a thumbs up.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Irin replied modestly.
"…"
"…"
The atmosphere between the two men became awkward for a while.
The Sorcerer Supreme could not help but say, "That day, you …" As he spoke, he did not know how to describe the skills Irin showed. He could only rub his fingers together, hoping that Irin could understand and remember the promise that day.
"You first." Irin reminded him kindly, "You promised to give me what I desire."
"Promises are promises …"
"Then wash up and go to sleep."
When Irin saw that Wizard Supreme seemed to be regretting his decision, he shrugged his shoulders and got up to prepare to sleep. Anyway, he had already obtained the formula for the "Gem Replicating Machine", so replicating the crystal was only a matter of time.
Ah Deng had said that he would definitely be able to learn it. Even without the guidance of the Sorcerer Supreme, Irin believed that as long as he continued his research, he would be able to reach the same level as Ah Deng. It was just a matter of taking a few more steps on the dry path, or taking a few fewer detours.
"Alright!"
Sorcerer Supreme finally made up her mind.
He seemed to be really thirsty for knowledge.
Especially … the knowledge of outsiders.
Irin had grasped the Sorcerer Supreme's weakness.
The Sorcerer Supreme spilled the truth after drinking and poured out all of his troubles. He could not blame Irin for taking advantage of the situation — he was the one who delivered himself to the door.
He had once traversed mountains and seas, traversed mountains and seas, traversed multiverse … only to be trapped here.
It was impossible for Irin to not know how much the Sorcerer Supreme wanted to leave this godforsaken place.
This was his weakness.
Not to mention, Irin was not in a hurry at all.
Seeing that the Sorcerer Supreme had compromised, Irin, who had just lifted his butt by one centimeter, immediately sat back down.
The Sorcerer Supreme took a deep breath.
He began to use his magnetic voice to speak tirelessly.
"The power I use is magic."
"My teacher told me that the language of magic is as ancient as human civilization."
"And the people who use this kind of power are called 'Sorcerers'."
Irin nodded.
He understood.
Seeing that Irin was so eager to learn, the Sorcerer Supreme looked humble and nodded secretly. As he recalled his teacher who had passed away, an imperceptible sadness flashed through his eyes. He continued:
"The ancient Sorcerers called the language of magic 'incantations'. Uh … Understand? "
Since the Sorcerer Supreme had already started to teach, he might as well go all out and explain step by step. He was afraid that Irin was not talented enough and would make him explain a second time.
"Language … Incantations …?"
The Sorcerer Supreme shook his head and stretched out his hands. Two of his fingers were slightly bent and the rest were straight, making a simple gesture. In an instant, an orange light gathered between the Sorcerer Supreme's fingers and formed a standard 'circle' in front of him.
When the Sorcerer Supreme used his power, it was as if his Parkinson's disease had been cured in an instant. His hands were no longer trembling and his whole person was emitting a mysterious aura.
"This is the language of magic."
"But you didn't say anything."
"The language of magic is not really reflected in 'language'." The Sorcerer Supreme explained: "Using the mouth to speak is only one of the forms of expression. Your movements, your gestures, your inner thoughts, your emotions, everything can be used to form 'incantations'. "
As he spoke, the Sorcerer Supreme smiled slightly. Suddenly, a 'square' appeared around the 'circle'.
The square and the circle intertwined in the void in front of Irin. The Sorcerer Supreme shook again and in the boundary between the square and the circle, a complicated pattern appeared. In the middle of the pattern, there were countless cryptic words. At first glance, the radiant formation looked a little similar to Irin's' Crystal Pattern Technique '.
But Irin, who had rich experience in the Crystal Pattern Technique, could tell at a glance that the Sorcerer Supreme's' magic 'and the' Crystal Pattern Technique 'were on a completely different level.
This couldn't be said to be better or worse. What the Sorcerer Supreme had shown so far, Irin couldn't tell, and Irin also clearly realized that he hadn't reached the highest level of the Crystal Pattern Technique.
But he was very sure that the Crystal Pattern Technique and magic were completely different directions of strengthening the system.
They were completely opposite.
They were worlds apart.
Completely different.
"Understand?" The Sorcerer Supreme saw Irin lowering his head and frowning with an incomprehensible expression and sighed softly. He suddenly remembered the scene when Venerable Ancient One taught him and secretly shook his head. He lamented that people's ability to understand really couldn't be generalized.
"Sigh, at that time, I only took a glance and understood the mystery. You … Tsk tsk tsk."
The Sorcerer Supreme didn't hide the disdain in his heart and conveniently helped himself, shaking his head and sighing.
"…"
Seeing that Irin was still deep in thought, the Sorcerer Supreme kindly changed his way of speaking:
"Magic, incantation, Sorcerer, hmm, if these words go against your way of thinking, then we can change the word –"
"Program?"
Irin suddenly clapped his hands: "Combining your bullshit with my knowledge, it shouldn't be difficult to understand. The magic language you speak is like the 'circuit' and 'node' I speak of … More accurately, it should be called a program. By the way, do you know what a program is? Your magic is equivalent to a program. A fixed combination of codes can evolve into different programs and powers. "
The Sorcerer Supreme was stunned.
When Irin saw the Sorcerer Supreme's dumbfounded expression, he knew that his example was right. So he scratched the dead skin on his forehead and said with a smile: "If you change your way of thinking, it's not difficult to understand. It's nothing more than learning the core logic of your magic language, and then rearranging and combining it. "
"…" This time it was the Sorcerer Supreme who frowned and was speechless.
"The 'dimensional energy' you speak of should be the CPU needed to run this program. … Hmm, no, to be precise, it should be the external machine, the hardware just needed, or … the power source? "
The Sorcerer Supreme opened his mouth wide.
After Irin deduced many things from one example and figured out the core logic principle, he quickly entered scholar mode and communicated with the Sorcerer Supreme as an honorary great engineer.
He waved his hand, and an ordinary fruit knife on the kitchen shelf floated into Irin's hand.
Irin used the fruit knife and carefully began to draw horizontal and vertical lines on the floor.
"This is the circuit."
"The way the lines are constructed is equivalent to the incantation you speak of."
"The intersection between the circuits is the node."
"The position of the node, its size, and the thickness of the circuit lines are all particular."
The Sorcerer Supreme frowned and pondered.
He descended from the sky.
He couldn't care less about acting cool, and sat opposite Irin eagerly, carefully listening to Irin's explanation.
Irin followed suit and carved a subtly different circuit not far away.
"This is the projection circuit."
Irin casually placed the fruit knife on the left circuit.
He took out a few flawed crystals.
He simply put them in.
Light flowed.
In the circuit on the right, another identical "fruit knife" appeared.
"Oh! How magical! "(⊙ ▽ ⊙)
The Sorcerer Supreme widened his eyes and exclaimed.
His exclamation was similar to Irin's. He believed that the Sorcerer Supreme had also noticed that the "crystal pattern technique" that Irin used had a similar construction logic to his "magic", but it was a completely different system.
He could do it in his own way.
What he was amazed at was that there was actually such a wonderful way of operating energy in the world.
"Why do you call them 'arcane energy'?"
"To make it simple for you to understand, you can call it magic power if you like. Where is the energy of your 'crystal pattern technique'? Where is the energy source! "
"This crystal is energy. What if your magic doesn't have the arcane energy you mentioned? "
"Cold sauce! Where did you get this crystal? "
"Someone gave it to me! By the way, how long have you been here? "
"Twenty years! What is your world like? "
"I don't know if I can tell you …"
"…"
The two of them asked and answered. Time passed quickly during the exchange between the two scholars.
Unknowingly, it was already late at night.
A wave of dizziness hit him. Irin turned his head with difficulty and looked at the clock on the wall. There was still a minute to two o 'clock in the morning.
"Oh no!"
Without saying a word, Irin floated up and rushed to his bed.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Sorcerer Supreme, who had been talking with his eyes shining, suddenly became drowsy and his eyelids drooped a few seconds before two o 'clock in the morning.
In the blink of an eye …
Thud!
The Sorcerer Supreme fell asleep on the ground.
“！”
Before falling asleep, Irin finally understood why this place was covered with that … Grimm's shadow!
…
The next day.
Six o 'clock in the morning.
Irin bounced up from the bed with a bang.
Something suddenly occurred to him.
Last night …
He forgot to take a shower!
Hiss.
Irin ran to the bathroom as fast as he could and washed his body clean.
While drying his hair, he walked out of the bathroom. The Sorcerer Supreme yawned and floated out of the room in the red cloak.
"How did I suddenly fall asleep last night?"
Irin narrowed his eyes and looked at the sleepy Sorcerer Supreme.
He suddenly understood why this self-proclaimed awesome Sorcerer was trapped in this world.
In general..,
You..,
Were still far from it.
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