"Go."
Cyberras stood where he was and did not move forward.
She said softly and signaled Irin to walk in front of the seven monarchs.
"Why?"
Irin asked.
Cyberras turned around and looked at Irin coldly. He quickly closed his eyes and stood up straight. He said slowly, "If you want to learn magic further."
What he meant was that Irin would not fall in love with him.
Irin nodded and smiled to show that she understood.
The seven monarchs gave off a strange pressure.
Their gazes on Irin were like seven mountains, making Irin's shoulders sink as if she was being pressed down to the ground.
"A show of strength?"
Irin chuckled and raised her head. She met the seven monarchs' gazes. The psychokinetic armor covered her body silently. In an instant, the pressure disappeared. Irin walked with relaxed steps to the bottom of the stage and sat on the empty seat that was specially reserved.
After walking down the red carpet, Irin felt a little annoyed. She should have walked while humming a song. That would have made her look more cool.
"It's him?"
Among the seven monarchs, there was a blonde woman with long hair. She looked like she was in her thirties. She had a mature charm, like a blooming flower, bright and beautiful. However, the expression on her face made it hard for people to associate her with a man or a woman. It was cold, like an emotionless corpse.
A black cat sat quietly on the woman's shoulder. The black cat's green vertical pupils stared straight at Irin.
The woman asked a question.
She asked Barthamero Dylan.
Barthamero Dylan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, did not deny it. He nodded and said, "Monarch Ermero the Fourth, it's him."
"Heh."
Monarch Ermero the Fourth and the black cat on her shoulder looked away at the same time.
On the far left, there was a white-haired old man with short hair wearing a thick blue magician's outfit. He had a strange smile on his face. He said, "A weak magician's bloodline."
His words hit the nail on the head.
It was clear that magicians had a special connection with each other.
This should be the "magic concentration" mentioned in books.
Magic power was a magician's second life.
A magician's sensitivity to magic was like breathing air. They could clearly feel the density of magic power around the target, as if they could personally experience the thinness and density of the air.
"If that's the case, I should also be a beginner?"
"The pressure they gave me just now is very likely to be something similar."
"Normally speaking, in the apostle circle, there is almost no one who can make me feel pressured just from their aura alone."
Irin thought to himself.
Barthamelo Dylan knew that the other Sovereigns had similar thoughts. He smiled and looked at the gloomy old man, saying softly, "Honorable Sovereign Archibald, what if I told you that this distinguished guest from the East knew almost nothing about magic five days ago?"
"What?!"
The other six Martial Monarchs were startled after hearing this.
After Bartholomew Dylan finished speaking, the way everyone looked at Irin had changed.
Irin frowned slightly.
Next was a simple conferring ceremony.
Cyberras held a pure silver tray.
There was a noble and elegant magician's robe neatly stacked inside.
Yi Lin opened it and took a look. Only then did he suddenly understand why there was such an exaggerated lineup here today.
Seven Martial Monarchs and thousands of magician apprentices!
It turned out that the conferring ceremony of the "Color Rank" was being held in the First Big Classroom!
Irin was the new magician who had been conferred the "Color Rank"!
"Congratulations."
Barthamelo Dylan said.
Irin looked at the "Color Rank" magician's robe in Cyberras' hands, but he did not take it immediately. He sighed softly, "With my status, it is impossible for me to join the Clock Tower."
"Guest from the East, you worry too much." Barthamelo Dylan shook his head, "The only thing that can bind you is knowledge."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you still remember the sentence you saw on the road sign?" The young man's pale face had a rare trace of redness.
"Pass down the mystery as knowledge forever …? Interesting. "
Yi Lin shook open the magician's robe. Beside the sleeves, there was a deep black color.
From today onwards, he was officially conferred the "Black Rank" by Barthamelo Dylan and became a "Black Magician".
This matter spread throughout the Clock Tower in a very short period of time.
Every single one of the apprentices knew about this matter.
There was a guest from the East who, within five days, gained the favor of Martial Monarch Barthamelo and was personally conferred the "Color Rank".
That was an existence second only to the Crown!
Throughout the history of the Clock Tower, only great magicians or people with special talents could be conferred this high rank.
If the apprentice who secretly despised Irin in the library not long ago was only a kindergarten student, then Irin instantly skipped kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, and university courses in a day and was accepted as an exception for a master's degree.
Until the night.
After the ceremony.
Irin was still in his room, still thinking about the deeper meaning of Barthamelo Dylan's actions.
Irin believed that there was no such thing as generosity for no reason, and there was no such thing as a gift for no reason.
There must be a reason that Irin could not understand at the moment.
What was it?
But it was undeniable that since he had obtained the Color Rank, Irin's actions in the Clock Tower had become unrestrained.
He could swagger into every classroom as a "Black Magician".
Even when Irin walked on the road, there were delicate junior sisters who came up to him to ask for advice. There were even bold junior sisters who proposed to go back to their rooms and carry out an excessive request for in-depth academic discussions.
Irin painstakingly rejected many well-intentioned invitations.
Half a month later.
Irin was walking on the road when he bumped into Gu Tianqing.
They had not seen each other for a while, but Gu Tianqing did not seem to have changed much.
"My respected President, you are doing well now."
Gu Tianqing looked at Irin's impressive magician robe and smiled.
"So-so."
Irin responded with a smile.
The two stopped and had a simple conversation.
Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this period of time. He left the Clock Tower for a while and went to a gypsy gathering place. It was said that it had something to do with his deck of tarot cards.
Of course.
In fact, the two were not familiar enough to have a heart-to-heart talk.
After a simple conversation, Irin was ready to go to the library.
Today, Yi Lin had attended the Curse Course class. In the lecture "The Practical Application of Curse Magic", which was explained by a senior lecturer at the level of "Sacrificial", Yi Lin was confused about some of the magic principles. She was prepared to go to the library to look for relevant books and study them overnight.
He was very busy.
Before he left.
Gu Tianqing walked further and further away, and a faint laughter came, "There is not much time left."
Irin heard this and was slightly startled.
When he turned his head again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.
"Fraud."
Irin silently gave Gu Tianqing the middle finger in the direction he left.
I'll find a chance to beat him up.
I can't help it.
This thought appeared in Yi Lin's mind as he once again went to the library.
Irin was able to use the out-of-body experience with ease.
Out of habit, hundreds of books were placed on the stairs and spread out layer by layer. Irin patted his chest again and entered the state of mind.
In the library, there were fewer and fewer books that Irin could focus on reading.
Many of the theories in the books were similar, and some of the theories in the books were even contradictory.
During this period of study, Irin gradually formed his own understanding of "magic".
In the eyes of many people, this "Black Magician" who was accepted as an exception was a complete weirdo.
Yi Lin had always been listening to the class silently. She never spoke, and no one had ever seen this new Black Magician perform even a simple magic trick with her own hands.
Someone had once unintentionally witnessed Yi Lin grabbing onto the lecturer after class and not letting go. She would ask tricky questions and talk with the lecturer with fervor and assurance, causing the lecturer to sweat profusely before turning around and running away.
If it were someone else who dared to ask such questions, the lecturer would just give them a cold look and ignore them.
However, this was the Color Magician who was personally awarded by the Monarch, Bathermero. No lecturer dared to neglect him.
Later.
When many lecturers saw Irin in the class, they found various reasons to leave early when there were still a few minutes before the end of the class. They did not want to give Irin any chance.
This also made Irin extremely depressed.
Recently, those lecturers seemed to be getting more and more slippery.
He couldn't sneak into someone's room in the middle of the night, right?
It didn't seem good to do so.
Time passed quickly.
Another half a month passed by Irin.
In this half a month, Irin was almost undoubtedly in seclusion.
On this day.
After sunset.
Irin sat at the top of the spiral stairs.
He stuffed one of the books related to astrology back on the bookshelf.
It had been more than a month since he came to the clock tower.
During this period of time, Irin was like a dry sponge, crazily absorbing all kinds of knowledge.
With the support of transcendent being's spirit attribute and the method of "out-of-body experience", Irin used almost a month to complete the content that others would take a few years to learn.
However.
Compared to the monarch's knowledge, it was still far too lacking.
But Irin didn't think it was important.
Because his purpose of coming here wasn't to become a great magician.
Magic was an ancient and unfamiliar technology.
But this technology was too limited.
A magician needed to be in a "base" that he was familiar with to be able to exert his greatest power.
In a different environment, his ability would be greatly weakened.
However, magic had a long history and had long formed a complete and rich theory. What Irin was doing now was to learn the essence of this theory, and then integrate it to perfect his "Freedom Method".
The Freedom Method was unrestrained and free. No matter when, where, or where, it could unleash terrifying power without any medium.
Irin vaguely felt that he seemed to have touched a threshold.
But he couldn't explain it clearly in a short time.
Magic wasn't so much playing with knowledge, but using a method that was "different from common sense" to distort the rules.
"Rules …"
Irin lowered his head, put on the hanging ring, and stared at the space in front of him.
His hands rubbed in front of him out of thin air, as if he was holding an invisible ball.
Don't misunderstand. Irin wasn't rubbing the "Annihilation Ball" at this moment, but rubbing something … even more illusory.
Crystal pattern technique, magic, magic, and related theories flashed through Irin's mind.
The depths of his brain began to ache.
The wails of his brain cells could be heard.
The operation of his brain was beyond imagination.
Irin's entire body was burning hot. His psionic energy value was depleting at a terrifying speed.
After an unknown amount of time.
Irin forgot where he was.
He forgot that he was in the library.
He forgot the passage of time.
All of his attention was focused on his palms, as if he was going to rub out a beautiful future.
"Bang!"
Suddenly …
Irin felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his head.
It was as if … it had exploded.
The next second …
A terrifying brute force smashed Irin's face directly into the bookshelf.
Irin instantly had the illusion that the back of his head had been hit by a truck.
At the side.
The serious-looking Miriam slowly put down her hand and heaved a sigh of relief.
Irin's ears were buzzing. He got up from the scattered books in a sorry state.
The sharp pain coming from the back of his head made Irin feel as if his head had been split open. The pain was excruciating.
There was a warm stream coming from his nostrils. Irin touched it. Hiss … his nose was bleeding.
Irin covered the back of his head with one hand and covered his nose with the other. He turned his head expressionlessly and glared at Miriam, who was wearing a long dress and had an innocent expression. He squeezed out three words from between his teeth, "Are you sick?"
Fortunately, Irin had mistakenly thought that there was something wrong with the things he was rubbing and that his brain had gone haywire. That was why he felt this numb and painful discomfort.
But it wasn't.
It was Miriam who suddenly ran out and slapped him into the bookshelf.
Miriam's face did not show any guilt for doing something wrong.
Instead, she held her head high and said confidently, "You are sick."
"I've tolerated you for a long time." Irin knew that this conversation could not continue.
So he silently took out [Redemption and Destruction] from his Inventory and began to calculate what ability he should use to minimize the damage to the Clock Tower.
"You were smoking here just now." Miriam pointed at the top of Irin's head and used herself to indicate the abnormality that had happened to him just now. "I thought you were sick, so I came to save you."
Irin was stunned when he heard that.
Three minutes later.
With Miriam's clumsy explanation, Irin finally understood what had just happened.
To put it simply, his brain was on fire just now.
Miriam wanted to help.
But she did not understand.
So she used the most direct and violent method.
That was why Yi Lin had been slapped onto the bookshelf and had even been given a mouthful of blood.
Irin rubbed the bridge of his nose and the back of his head.
Although his body was special and the bleeding had already stopped, Miriam's strength was not to be underestimated. Irin felt a sharp pain at the back of his head that had not subsided until now.
Could a person's head be smoking?
Irin recalled the feeling of concentration just now. It seemed a little dangerous. And in front of Miriam, Irin did not intend to continue that dangerous "experiment." So he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Back to business.
Miriam excitedly shook the golden ahoge on her forehead. "Monarch Bathermeiro said that there is news about Avalon … No, the treasure that can be taken out of Avalon!"
Irin was stunned when he heard that.
Then he nodded helplessly.
"The holidays are over."
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