What was magic?
This was the question that Irin was most concerned about.
Cyberras had already been appointed as Irin's magic tutor.
She was also very responsible.
Without wasting any time, Cyberras quickly took out a beginner's textbook from the bookshelf and began to explain it to Irin.
Irin had the foundation of 'magic' and 'crystal patterns'. Plus, with his extremely high spirit attribute, he had the comprehension ability of a Sanctuary Master. He quickly understood.
But when he understood, he sighed inwardly. He finally understood why Barthamelo Dylan had agreed so readily this morning.
According to Cyberras, magic was indeed a mysterious science that could be 'learned'.
Magic was a phenomenon that surpassed common sense.
In other words, magic was something that could be done with common sense, but it was done in a very knowledgeable way.
In the jargon of magicians, there was also the concept of 'magic'.
Irin was excited when he heard this.
Magicians used 'unconventional' methods to do things that 'humans could do'.
This was magic.
Here was a simple example.
Lighting a fire.
With modern technology, a lighter, a natural gas stove, or other ignition equipment could be easily done.
Magicians, on the other hand, did not use modern technology to do this.
Didn't this sound like taking off one's pants to fart?
Indeed.
At least, that was what Irin sounded like.
And 'things that humans could not do' was called 'magic'.
The concept of magic was that no matter if it was a human or a magician, they could not do it.
Speaking of magic, Irin thought of the Sorcerer Supreme.
Sorcerer Zhi Zun was using serious magic.
But his magic, according to his theory, was not something that could be done by humans. The Sorcerer Supreme had to communicate with non-human bosses in other dimensions and borrow their power to complete the 'magic'.
After spending some time, Irin understood the essence of 'magic' literally.
"It's a science. Hmm, as expected, you have to believe in science. "
Irin understood.
In an instant, he once again used his identity as a great engineer to deduce many things from one example and chat with Cyberras in the library.
As Cyberras and Irin chatted, there were some strange changes in their eyes.
To Cyberras, Irin, who was an outsider who knew nothing about 'magic' ten minutes ago, took less than an hour to complete the 'elementary education' of magic. This demon-level comprehension ability made Cyberras suspect that Irin was a spy sent by the Wandering Sea.
But that was impossible.
Magicians had the ability to identify each other. It was a unique 'scent' that could not be hidden.
Times were changing.
The definitions of "magic" and "magic" were constantly changing with the passage of time.
Let's take 'starting a fire' as an example.
In the Ancient Stone Age, when humans had yet to master "fire", "fire" was a kind of magic. This was because, in the eyes of the primitive people at that time, this was "something that humans could never accomplish."
But now, it was' magic '.
Another example was destroying a mountain. In ancient times, this kind of powerful magic was also seen as' magic '. But with the development of technology, mystery declined, and human firearms were endless. When nuclear bombs were invented, pure destructive power was no longer in the category of' magic '.
In the current era.
There were fewer and fewer things that could be called 'magic'.
After grasping the simple definition of 'magic'.
Of course, it was time to get to the main topic.
"I approve of your understanding." Cyberras sighed softly when he got to the main topic. He hesitated for a moment, but he still turned around and took off his clothes in front of Irin.
Irin stared at him with wide eyes.
He was not stupid enough to think that Cyberras was suddenly crazy and lusting after his body.
As expected, on Cyberras' exposed fair back, a complicated tattoo that almost filled the skin of his back was reflected in Irin's eyes.
"This is' magic engraving '. Magic is not a technique that can be studied and used freely in one generation. Magic is the technique and knowledge passed down by generations of magicians to the next generation through this method of passing down their own research, understanding, and experience. "
"Other than that, to become a magician, you must have an excellent bloodline, an excellent magic circuit in your body, and a large amount of knowledge. You can't lack any of these three points. Even if you know what magic is in a short period of time, you won't be able to successfully learn it. "
Cyberras calmly put on his tuxedo and turned around as if nothing had happened. He calmly poured cold water on Irin.
Irin did not know if it was his imagination, but when Cyberras said that, there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Irin did not mind.
He rubbed his hands, but his expression was unusually calm. "It's okay. Even if you can't learn it, you can still understand it. It might be helpful in finding that treasure."
Cyberras' expression froze. She never thought that this despicable foreigner would care so much about that matter. Cyberras lowered his head, clenched his fists, and remained silent.
"Can I read all these books?"
Irin pointed at the vast sea of books and asked.
"Yes," Cyberras replied.
Cyberras replied, "But I have to remind you that every book has a magic trick set up in it. I know 'you' have a 'space' that can hide anything. But if any book disappears from this world, the Clock Tower will be alerted. "
"A method to prevent theft? Hehe, I understand. Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person. Then I'll read the books first. I'll find you if I have any questions. "
Cyberras sized up Irin with a strange gaze. Seeing the sincerity in Irin's eyes, he quietly left.
After Cyberras left.
The excitement that Yi Lin had suppressed for a long time finally surfaced on her face.
On the surface, this room was filled with books.
But in Irin's eyes, these were all precious knowledge. They were "treasures" that could not be measured by any goods.
"I'm excited."
Irin smiled and pounced on the bookshelf like a hungry wolf.
…
There were many students in the Clock Tower who were obsessed with academic research.
They were all called Magician's Apprentices.
The age range of the apprentices was very large.
The youngest was not yet an adult.
The oldest was even white-haired and was about to step into the coffin with a belly full of knowledge.
The library was a public area.
Every acolyte had the right to enter the Book Collection Room.
But usually, there would not be too many people gathered there.
Gradually, many people noticed a strange thing.
At some point, a strange person had appeared in the library.
This strange person did not wear a Magician's costume.
He did not bring an attendant.
He did not have the "smell" of a Magician.
But he sat in the corner of the spiral staircase every day, with a stack of profound magic books in front of him, reading with great interest.
Many times, when some old Magician's Apprentices passed by the strange person, they could not help but want to ask, "Can you understand these books?"
But every time the Magician's Apprentices who wanted to ask saw the strange person's face, for some reason, their expression changed and they hurriedly walked away, pretending not to see him.
That is, until someone reported the incident to Cyberath.
The strange person's identity was confirmed: he was Cyberras' "specially recruited attendant" and had received the permission of the Monarch, Bathermero, to come here to read and broaden his knowledge.
"So it's to make his boring and ordinary life so serious, intoxicated, and focused because he finally has something to brag about after coming to the Clock Tower, the Holy Land of Magicians!"
Someone understood.
The above sentence was abbreviated to: don't know how to pretend.
…
Irin was focused on reading.
He did not hear what was happening outside.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
In three days.
He did not leave the library, not even a step.
He worked day and night.
On the way, Cyberras seemed to be curious if Irin had suddenly died in the library and came to take a look.
She cleaned up the fruit peels, melon seed shells, and drink cups near the spiral corridor with a dark face.
In the end, she saw that Irin was really focused, so she shook her head and left silently without disturbing him.
She had seen too many people like this.
Being a magician was not a profession that could be successful just by "knowing", "working hard", "persevering", and "struggling".
Soon, he would hit a wall and realize the huge gap between magicians and non-magicians.
Irin was indeed very focused.
There were a few times when he only noticed Cyberras when he was ten steps away.
Seeing Cyberras gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, silently cleaning up the trash for him, Irin closed his eyes every time and pretended not to notice.
After three days of reading hard, Irin had a better understanding of "magic".
"Every human has the potential to become a magician. Huh? What if he's not human? Can a dog do it? "
Irin pointed at a sentence in the book "On Magicians: From Beginner to Grave" and felt that something was wrong.
It was not rigorous enough.
Forget it.
It did not matter.
Knowledge and experience were closely related.
Perhaps the magician who wrote this book had never seen a dog who would watch "Animal World" on a tablet in the toilet, nor had he seen a dog who could take care of a child. Irin gently closed the book "On Magicians: From Beginner to Grave" and looked at the author's name — David Copperfield.
"But it's not wrong. Every human has the potential to become a magician."
Irin nodded.
According to the magician's theory, every human had an "origin".
Everyone's origin determined the magician's potential and most likely determined the magician's "magic attributes". Magicians' attributes could be divided into: earth, water, fire, wind, and space. There were also two rare attributes: imaginary and nothing.
There were similar descriptions of the first five attributes in many magic books. But regarding "imaginary" and "nothing," most magic books were vague, and Irin could not fully understand them.
Among them, there was a mathematician and magician named Descartes who imagined and speculated about "imaginary" and "nothing."
"Imaginary" referred to things that existed in theory but did not exist in reality.
"Nothing" referred to things that did not exist in theory but did exist in reality.
It was so complicated!
This illusory conjecture was more inclined to idealism, and it was the reason why Irin could not fully understand these two attributes.
"There are similarities between magic, crystal pattern techniques, and even magic."
"The three most basic elements of magic: the base, the technique, and the magic circuit."
"The so-called base is similar to the most basic language environment of magic, which includes all the world's culture, religion, history, and language. These environments constitute magic itself. No wonder the Magician Association once had branches all over the world. Because language itself is not an obstacle to magic, and different languages make magic more possible. "
"In other words, everything can be magic? Well, maybe our "ancient martial arts" is also a kind of "magic" in the eyes of magicians. "
Irin silently recalled the power of Mo Rendi's fist.
If Mo Rendi came here and threw a few punches at these buildings, would this group of magicians also be shocked and call him "Great Magician Mo Rendi"?
"As for the technique, it's easier to understand. It's like a 'program' written in advance. Different techniques have different effects in the same language environment. This is similar to 'crystal pattern' and 'magic.' "
As for the third element, the magic circuit, it was an eye-opener for Irin.
In the study of crystal patterns, the circuit could be simply understood as a channel of energy. It was completed with various lines and nodes.
But in magic, the magic circuit was an "organ" that existed in a magician's body. This organ was similar to blood vessels, nerves, and lymphatic vessels that flowed in the body. It was because of the magic circuit that Cyberras firmly believed that Irin could not learn magic in a short time.
Because the magic circuit was the true essence and secret of a magician. Different magic families had techniques such as using drugs to cultivate magic circuits, and these techniques were kept secret. To cultivate a magician's magic circuit, it might take years, decades, or even generations of accumulation and superimposition before it could be completed.
This was also why some magician families did not care about bloodline but only about talent. Some magician families would even send their beautiful daughters to someone's family because they had a certain talent in magic circuits. They would think of ways to get pregnant with the other family's bloodline and secretly bring them back.
Or they would see someone with talent on the side of the road. They would slap their forehead and take him in as their own son.
In the world of magicians, it was not important whether someone was green or not. It was also not important whether they were their own children. What was important was whether they had the talent to become a magician.
Magicians were a group of strange people.
Even if their bloodline could not be passed down, they would think of ways to pass down their knowledge. Irin could not understand this almost morbid obsession. What on earth was it that attracted countless magicians? Like moths to a flame, they took the initiative to beg for a green light a hundred times over the past two thousand years?
On the fourth night.
Even Irin could not take it after being highly concentrated for seventy-two hours.
Irin yawned. It was already late at night. He leaned against the railing of the spiral staircase and closed his eyes to take a nap.
He was already immersed in the vast sea of knowledge and could not pull himself out.
Although Yi Lin was unable to grasp the subject of magic, he had used it to open a new door for himself.
The limitations of magic were even more ridiculous than the crystal pattern technique. However, Irin seemed to have vaguely grasped some kind of pattern.
Irin had a feeling that as long as he could fully understand the essence of 'magic', his' Comfort Technique 'would be even more complete.
Irin's' Comfort Technique 'was born from the study of crystal patterns and advanced into magic. However, the theory involved was limited by Irin's knowledge and could not be completely completed. This might be the most important reason why Irin's' Comfort Technique 'was still not evaluated as an [Enhanced].
This was because even Irin himself still had doubts about this' Comfort Technique '. How could it be recognized by the tower if he only had a partial understanding of it?
"There's not enough time."
Irin rubbed his eyes and took out a book that interested him from the bookshelf.
"Oh? It's so thick. 'New Edition of Astrology'? The author is Barthamero G. Dylan. Lord Barthamero? That kid? Isn't he in charge of the 'All Basic Studies'? "
Yi Lin was curious and opened the Heavenly Book that was difficult to understand.
As he read, Irin's eyelids began to droop.
Tired, difficult to understand, boring, and boring. All kinds of reasons made Irin doze off.
"Oh right!"
While dozing off, Irin suddenly remembered a type of magic.
It was a type of magic that he had long mastered but never had the chance to use on himself.
"Let's give it a try."
In one breath, Yi Lin took out more than fifty Heavenly Tomes that he had read before but did not understand. He chose the most boring and difficult page and spread it out on the stairs.
After completing this' feat ', Irin nodded in satisfaction. While there was no one around, he put on the [Apprentice's Ring] on his index and middle fingers.
Circles of magic patterns appeared on his wrist. Then, Irin slapped his chest hard.
A man should be more ruthless to himself!
* Bang! *
In front of him, the world seemed to have stopped.
"Astral Projection!"
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