As everyone knew.
Under the out-of-body state, Irin was in the state of mind.
The state of mind was a special state.
Time in the outside world seemed to have stopped.
The speed of the brain's operation was beyond the limits of the body and reached the true limit.
It was similar to the overclocking of a computer's CPU.
In the state of mind, Irin read, understood, and deduced. Time suddenly passed.
Reading a hundred books at the same time, even if it was just one page, was impossible under normal circumstances.
At least, humans should not be able to.
But Irin still managed to do it.
"Thank you, Mage!"
Irin did not know if the Mage had successfully returned to his world after leaving Gugu Town, or if he had died. But before seeing the Mage Supreme's corpse on the street with his own eyes, Irin reluctantly assumed that the Mage Supreme was still alive.
And he was grateful.
In the state of mind, Irin read ten lines at a glance.
When Irin finished reading a different page of a hundred books, a huge force came from the buttocks of the body in front of him, and Irin opened his eyes again.
Around him, time once again returned to normal.
Irin glanced at the clock set in the library. Irin finished reading a hundred pages of the magic book, and it only took him five minutes.
In these five minutes, maintaining the state of mind consumed four-fifths of Irin's psionic value.
Oh, now it's magic value.
Irin's psionic value was famous for being abundant.
In other words, the consumption of the out-of-body state was terrifying.
He sorted out his new experience and consolidated his memory while calculating.
First, he would read the books in the normal way. When his psionic value was full, he would switch to the state of mind. When he was almost done, he would return to the normal way. Back and forth, wouldn't it be equivalent to twice the time?
Hiss …
The plan worked!
Irin worked hard.
— Worked hard.
The fifth day.
The magician's apprentices in the Clock Tower witnessed something one after another.
The servant that Cyberast had recruited was openly lying on the spiral staircase with his arms and legs spread out, snoring loudly.
Irin finally couldn't take it anymore.
The sound of snoring rose and fell in the quiet library.
The matter of the Irin publicly disrupting the order of the Clock Tower was quickly reported to Monarch Bathermero.
"Sleeping in the library?"
During the day, under the instructions of Lord Bathermero, Cyberras pushed the wheelchair and brought Bathermero Dylan here.
The wheelchair went up the spiral staircase. The strange thing was that as the wheelchair moved forward, the stairs under the wheels turned into a slope. This allowed Bathermero's wheelchair to move up the stairs unimpeded.
Very soon.
The two of them came to the sleeping Irin.
"You really are like a child."
Bartholomew Dylan smiled.
Cyberras was silent for a moment. He lowered his head and said calmly, "Master, I will remind him."
Bartholomew Dylan did not refute. He asked again, "How many days has he not left?"
"Master, it's been five days."
"So that's how it is. Can you feel it?"
“？”
"The smell of magic is starting to appear on him."
Cyberras' expression changed slightly, and there was a change in his eyes. She immediately lowered her head and held Irin's hand.
At this moment.
Irin opened her eyes.
"You …"
"Don't talk."
Cyberras said.
"I don't think we are that close."
Irin sat up helplessly. Although she said that, her body allowed Cyberras to do whatever he wanted.
A few seconds later.
Cyberras let go of her hand and frowned.
"Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep. What time is it now? "
Irin rubbed her eyes and asked.
In fact, although he was sleeping soundly, he was already awake when Bartholomew Dylan and Cyberras came to him.
Irin and Bartholomew Dylan looked at each other. A faint smile appeared on the young man's pale face. Irin understood that she had been seen through easily when she pretended to be asleep.
The wisdom in the young man's eyes was not something that he should have at his age.
"Is this also a legacy?"
Irin combined her understanding of "magic" and was puzzled.
Bartholomew Dylan did not seem to see through Irin's naughty act of pretending to be asleep. He sat in the wheelchair, supported his chin, and asked with a smile, "Magic, is it interesting?"
"Not bad."
Irin told the truth.
Bartholomew Dylan seemed to have thought of something and said calmly, "Do you know, foreigner from the East? There was once a branch of the Magician Association in your ancient country. "
"Once?"
"Yes, once. Big Ming, in the era of your country, a force destroyed that branch. "
"Oh."
Irin nodded. She was not very interested in the historical secrets buried in the river of time.
"Cyberras."
"Yes."
"Bring President Yi to the first classroom at four in the afternoon."
"What?!"
This time, Cyberras, who always had a calm expression, could not hold it in anymore. Surprise appeared on his face.
"Yes, remember, don't forget."
Bartholomew Dylan waved his hand and yawned. He was tired and sleepy.
Brother, it's still early in the morning.
Irin looked up at the sunlight peeking through the painted skylight and secretly complained.
"Honorable President Yi, I will come to welcome you at three thirty in the afternoon." Cyberras pushed the wheelchair down. In the end, she turned back and hesitated for a few seconds. In the end, she kindly reminded him, "Please be sure to wash up."
"…"
Irin then remembered that she had not left this place for five days.
Although there was no strenuous exercise, and there was no exaggerated strange smell on her body, Irin herself could not stand it.
She sneaked back to her room and had a good meal. Irin lay on the soft bed and thought about life.
Something seemed to be happening in the afternoon.
Irin closed her eyes.
Currently, everything in the Clock Tower was shrouded in fog. Irin could not see clearly.
He didn't understand why Barthamelo Dylan would be so generous as to show him his vast knowledge. What was his goal?
Irin felt that something was not right.
However, without enough information, he could not analyze anything.
Bartholomew Dylan did not mention the "commission" for the Prototype Relic. Irin also pretended that he had forgotten about it.
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Miriam for a few days. She won't go around killing people when she's anxious, right?"
After spending some time together, Irin categorized Miriam as the same as Xiao Wu.
She would draw her sword when she was happy, she would draw her sword when she was unhappy, she would draw her sword when she was unhappy. In short, she was either drawing her sword or was on the way to drawing her sword.
It was probably this type. It was simple, easy to understand, and dangerous.
Speaking of which …
It had been a few days since he left the Death Tower server.
Calculating with his fingers, it seemed that the next trial of the door was imminent.
Irin frowned and quietly thought about the matters in the guild.
It did not matter. Every member's information was listed.
Yi Lin believed that Mo Li would be in charge of the arrangements for the trial and allowed her to arrange the teams.
He remembered that in the past, even if Molly was not an apostle, she was still in the Order Faction. There was a period of time when she replaced the dead Mo Rendi and became the spiritual pillar of the few survivors.
She was not a problem.
Moreover, the current Apocalypse Guild was not the same as before. There were a lot of talents. No matter how they were paired, they would be able to do something.
"Right …"
Thinking of the trial of the door, Irin straightened his back on the bed and instantly sat up straight.
He moved his finger downwards, trying to open the door.
As expected, it failed.
The door of the Death Tower server could not be opened here.
"As expected, if everything is normal, those who have 'permanent access' can always stay in other servers." Irin was already mentally prepared for this. He sighed softly. "In other words, before I solve this problem, I won't be able to enter the trial for the time being?"
It seemed that he had to hurry up.
He had to hurry up and master the essence of magic as soon as possible and integrate it into his "Comfort Technique."
At the same time, he could also solve Miriam's problem.
Yes, it's decided.
Irin made up his mind. He originally planned to have a good rest before 4 PM, but he hurriedly returned to the library and continued to work hard.
He faintly felt that these days of peacefully absorbing knowledge would not last for too long.
In the past few days, there were a few magician's apprentices who occasionally came to the library. When they saw Irin, they all looked at him strangely.
They whispered to each other. "Look, it's that strange person. He doesn't have any magician's bloodline, but he stays in the library all day."
In the magician's circle, bloodline was above everything.
"Maybe he wants to have something to brag about when he leaves this place."
"He's working too hard."
Someone praised.
Irin glanced at their clothes.
The Clock Tower had a strict hierarchy.
Irin came across this two days ago in a document that talked about the history of the Clock Tower.
In the Clock Tower, except for the mysterious director and the twelve kings at the top of the Clock Tower. According to the magician's status from high to low, there were seven "ranks". They were: crown, color, pawn, sacrifice, opening, eldest, and last.
The last was the lowest level of apprentice. According to the modern education system, it was similar to "kindergarten students."
There were no decorative patterns on their clothes. It was just a piece of black linen.
Starting from the "eldest" rank, the magician's clothes began to be pinned with medals. According to the style of the medal, it corresponded to the different ranks.
Irin was not simply immersed in the books these days. Through observation, he could roughly judge the magician's status in the Clock Tower from their clothes.
In the "color" ranks, from high to low, they were further divided into "red", "cyan", "yellow", "orange", "purple", "green", and "black". Their sleeves and collars had lace of the corresponding color.
This rank seemed to be very rare. These days, Irin only saw one magician with "purple" lace on his sleeves. The others called him "Purple Magician."
In short, it was very complicated.
Irin looked at the few people who were whispering. They were all at the kindergarten level. So Irin smiled and pointed at the empty chest of the magician. He smiled but did not say anything.
The faces of the magicians instantly darkened.
Obviously, with their intelligence, they could also see that Irin's smile was mocking.
Irin did not have time to waste on this boring face-slapping act. He stepped on the spiral staircase, found a quiet corner, and casually took a book from the bookshelf.
"A total of 101 pages. Oh, I like this number. I'll take this one! "
After choosing, Irin sat on the staircase and immersed himself in reading.
"When a magician performs magic, in addition to satisfying the three main elements: the base plate, the technique, and the circuit, there must also be a certain amount of 'magic preparation.' Hiss, it seems that there really were people who used the guise of magic to perform 'magic.' "
It was another magic textbook. Irin was interested and quickly flipped through it.
"Magic preparation, magic mechanism, ritual, chanting?"
"There is a precious' treasure 'that can infinitely reduce the time of magic preparation to zero, making almost all magic equivalent to' instant casting. '"
"In addition to the above, a magician must have magic power to perform magic."
"Magic power can't be created out of thin air. It's formed from the life force of a magician. So, this is what the other book mentioned, that most magicians have short lives. Is this the real reason why they're struggling to find an inheritor of magic?"
"Magic power can be stored in other 'things' that can contain magic power in advance. Gem magic seems to belong to this kind of magic. This is very similar to my study of crystal patterns. Interesting, interesting. "
"Hmm? An excellent magician's body fluids, hair, and even skin would contain different levels of magic power. That's a bit awesome. Excellent magicians can even absorb magic power from body fluids … Why does it sound a bit wrong? "
"Ceremonial attire … Armed … Inherent enchantment … Singularity …"
One by one, brand-new terms appeared on the paper.
Time passed quietly.
Irin was fascinated. Unknowingly, it was already afternoon.
"Time's up."
3: 30 in the afternoon.
A cold voice sounded in Irin's ears.
Irin looked up and saw Cyberras' dark face.
"No, there's still half an hour."
Irin closed the book and finished reading page 101. The time was just right. Irin was satisfied.
Along the way.
Cyberras seemed to be a bit angry.
Irin followed behind Cyberras silently. Soon, he noticed that something was wrong with Cyberras' mood. The wind blew when he walked, and compared to usual, his crotch was much bigger.
"You … didn't wait outside my room for a long time, did you?"
Irin asked tentatively.
"…"
Cyberras was silent and walked even faster.
"Right, you used 'Rune Runes' that day, right?" Since he had nothing to do, Irin didn't exit 'Scholar Mode'. He spoke softly as if he was talking to himself, but his voice was loud enough for Cyberras to hear clearly. "Using different types of ancient characters as the main base, different characters have different powers. It's really a type of magic with many functions. But I'm curious. If both sides can recognize the type of characters you use, will the power be greatly reduced? "
"I saw a sentence in a book, 'Concealment is the essence of magic. The more people know and use it, the more scattered and weak the power will be.' In that case, if I know the essence of your magic right in front of you, won't it be useless?"
"You know too much."
Cyberras' back was facing Irin as he replied coldly.
The two stopped talking.
Irin didn't continue to ask for a rebuff. He chuckled.
A few minutes before four o 'clock.
Cyberras finally brought the chattering Irin to the so-called 'First Cathedral'.
It was an ancient Gothic building.
Yi Lin stepped in and instantly sensed that countless gazes were focused on him.
The architectural style reminded Irin of the churches in the West.
The tall dome and the magic ceilings emitted different colors of light.
Thousands of magician apprentices were neatly dressed and lined up according to their ranks.
There was a path from the door to the end of the hall. There was even a red carpet.
Irin and Cyberras walked on the expensive red carpet and received everyone's attention. The atmosphere was a bit strange.
At the end of the red carpet, seven magicians of different ages, genders, and temperaments stood side by side on the high stage. Compared with the thousands of magic apprentices below the stage, they were like cranes in a flock of chickens. It was hard not to notice them.
The young sovereign, Barthamero Dylan, was among the seven of them.
Irin's gaze sharpened.
He didn't need to think or reason. In an instant, he understood the identities of the seven people.
At the top of the clock tower …
The twelve monarchs!
Seven of them.
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