Chapter 51

Once there is a clue, the research process is much faster. But even so, the restoration of ancient magic texts is still a great test of Maka's understanding of magic theory.

Although there are already 22 pseudo Phoenician characters for reference, it still takes a lot of time to try a little inference.

It took nearly two weeks for Maka to finally put down her quill pen and breathe a sigh of relief.

During this period, food and water occasionally appear on the floor out of thin air. It seems that no matter what period of elves, it has always been one of their habits not to appear in front of people as much as possible.

Of course, except for the initial chaotic farce, after all, for these little guys who lived on the island from the beginning, "human" is an ancient legend that only appears in bedtime stories

"These characters do have traces of rules. It seems that it is not businessmen who summarize the Phoenician characters, but ancient wizards!"

Maka took the notebook in her hand and looked at the 22 characters that vaguely sent out fuzzy information. She couldn't help feeling.

"Although the information conveyed by these runes is clearer and easier to understand than the rule runes on the volume of truth, the integrity of the rules contained in them is far less than the real rule runes, but they can be used for reference and research."

When he looked up, he found that the surrounding symbols were fading away and dissipated into the air one by one. But the 22 Phoenician characters did not disappear - they changed!

Under the reflection of those Phoenician magic words on Maka's notebook, the surrounding 22 Phoenician characters have gradually been transformed into real magic words, and the arrangement order is constantly changing, emitting a regular fluctuation.

"What's the matter?" Maka looked down at her hands and couldn't help but feel a palpitation in her heart.

Since Christmas day, after touching Luna's back center, Maka found that she could cast the silver fog of the patron saint curse without a magic wand.

Similarly, since that moment, Maka can occasionally feel the smell of her own magic, but when the fashion is not obvious.

This continued until he began to study the volume of truth.

When those regular runes convey the smell of unknown rules to Maka, he has a very vague experience of the concept of "magic".

But now, Marca found that he really felt the magic of himself!

No, not only on herself, but also in the surrounding air... And even the magic on Willie! It's just much more vague.

"This... Is really magic!" Marca couldn't help closing her eyes and concentrating all her attention.

"It's wonderful! It's a different world!"

After savoring this novel feeling, Maka soon fell into meditation. After many long studies, this kind of thinking has almost become his instinct.

"I can feel the magic, obviously because of the arrangement and reorganization of Phoenician magic texts... What does this mean?" he thought and immediately had a new idea, "no, before that..."

He opened his eyes, reached forward and moved gently in the air. Immediately, a faint magic ribbon was left where the fingertips passed.

However, this trace of magic was extremely unstable, just like the pigment poured into the river, spread rapidly, and soon integrated with the magic in the air, which was no longer controlled by Maka's induction.

Maka frowned when she saw this.

When he thought again for a while, he pulled out the magic wand in his sleeve and rowed forward again.

This is the first time Maka has the most intuitive feeling about the wizard's wand.

I saw the magic flowing through the arm into the staff, quietly condensed at the tip of the staff, and left a more condensed magic trace in the air with Marca's will!

"Float up!" Maka waved her wand and put a floating spell on the suitcase on the ground.

The box rises slowly under Maka's control, but Maka's attention is mostly focused on the tip of the stick. This time, he saw the clear magic track left by the tip of the wand just waving.

Those tracks changed slightly with the mantra, but driven by Makana's will to "lift the suitcase up", several incomplete regular runes composed of magic flow flashed quickly.

"Material promotes appearance, spirit deduces rules..." Maka couldn't help reading this sentence again. "Unexpectedly, the answer guessed in order to answer the question is hidden in every casting!"

"In that case, why not just try -"

As Maka said, the wand waved again, but the speed of this wave was extremely slow. The action was as fine as drawing a picture with magic flow in the air.

He wants to write rule runes directly with magic!

But even if there is a magic wand to help solidify the magic flow, as long as the rule rune is not completed as soon as possible, it will dissipate after a long time. Maka's attempt is not successful.

The accuracy required to draw regular runes and the will concentration of the drafter are too high. Even if it is written correctly on paper, it takes quite a long time. It is obviously more difficult to draw in the air with a magic wand.

"Still not."

After many attempts, Maka had to stop. Because he found that the Phoenician magic group was about to disappear.

After jotting down the combination in the notebook, the magic text soon disappeared. The room returned to its original state, as if quietly waiting for the arrival of the next person.

"I can only have the opportunity to continue my research..."

Maka closed her eyes and felt the magic in her body again. Although it was clearer than before, she still couldn't be as clear and clear as before.

"Are you leaving?" Willie stood up and said softly.

"Huh? Oh, yeah!" Maka looked back and nodded. "Let's go straight to Albania. It's about the same distance as when we came to the island. We can have a rest there."

After hearing this, Willie immediately picked up her luggage and turned to the door without saying a word.

"..." Maka was stunned for a moment and said with a bitter smile, "well, it's good to be obedient..."

When Maka and them went back, they didn't meet those strange elves again. Maybe they've gone somewhere, or maybe they have other things to do.

In this regard, Maka doesn't want to look for it deliberately.

For the elves who look "free" here. He felt that it was most appropriate not to disturb their lives. The outside world is not suitable for them to survive. Just let them continue to live safely and happily on this island.

When he flew away from the island with Willie, he inadvertently looked back, but vaguely saw a group of small figures pushing and shoving each other on the beach. After a little surprise, I couldn't help feeling a little comfortable.

……

After all, they are two countries across the sea. The scenery of Albania is similar to that of Italy. Just because of various historical reasons, the development level of Albania is far lower than that of Italy.

This is an open and slightly barren country. Farmland can be seen everywhere. Although it is not as gorgeous and colorful as Italy, it also has its unique natural charm.

Maka took a night off at home and took Willie inland early the next morning.

The terrain of Albania is mostly mountainous and hilly. From a high altitude, there are gullies everywhere, and from time to time, some small and medium-sized lakes are embedded in the crisscross valley.

This time, the destination is hidden under a small lake.

Although there have been some changes in the terrain here, it is an undeveloped area in the deep mountains. Maka soon found the small lake called "liquini".

"Miss brova, I'll go down and see if it's dangerous. You wait on the shore."

Maka recited a bubble head mantra to herself and put a water fire non invasion mantra on her body. Then she walked towards the water.

"When you are more proficient in the traceless stretching mantra in the future, you can consider making a smaller bag. At least put all the magic medicine bottles on your body..." he murmured and rushed forward to dive into the water.

Probably because of the large number of flows throughout the year, the water quality of Lake liquini is very clear, and the bottom of the lake can be seen clearly underwater. Maka made a slight turn below and soon found a deep cave hidden behind the underwater rock.

He looked back subconsciously, and then decided to go and have a look first.

The cave is not big, but it is enough to accommodate three people in parallel.

After continuing to dive for some time, there was suddenly no water ahead. Unprepared, Maka stumbled on the rock. Fortunately, she reacted quickly. She finally protected her face to avoid breaking her face directly.

When he rubbed his arm and looked forward, he found that he had come to an underground world separated by magic.

He was standing on a flat rock at the moment. A few more steps forward, he could see the stairs going down. It was dark below. I could hardly see anything, but I could hear the sound of gurgling water coming from below.

"Fluorescent flicker -" Maka flicked her wand, but waved it again, "maximize!"

The light on the tip of the wand suddenly flourished, separated from the wand with Maka's waving, flew forward in a parabola for a distance, and fell far towards the bottom.

In the light, Marca saw the situation below roughly. When he saw a gate inlaid on the stone wall from a distance, he was sure that he had found no wrong place.

Maka thought for a moment, and then said to herself, "you'd better take Willie down first. It may not be safe for her to stay on the shore alone..."