Chapter 711

"Go."

Cerberus stopped where he was and stopped coming forward.

She whispered and motioned Yilin to go to the seven monarchs.

"Why?"

Yilin asked.

Cerberus turned back, looked at Yilin coldly, but quickly closed his eyes, stood straight, and said slowly, "if you want to further learn magic."

The implication is that you can't fall in love.

Yilin nodded and smiled to show understanding.

There was strange pressure on the seven monarchs.

Their eyes on Yilin seemed to be seven mountains, which made Yilin's shoulders sink and seemed to be pressed to the ground.

"Down?"

Yilin smiled, raised his head, looked at the seven different eyes, and read the power armor silently all over his body. For a moment, the pressure was relieved, and Yilin walked to the high platform with a relaxed pace and deliberately left a vacant seat.

After walking the red carpet Road, Yilin felt a little annoyed - she should have hummed a song just now, which was even more compelling.

"Is that him?"

Among the seven monarchs, there was a blonde with long hair. She seems to be in her thirties. She has not much mature charm, such as blooming flowers. But the expression on her face makes it difficult to associate with men and women. It's cold, just like a dead body without emotion.

On the woman's shoulder, a black cat sat quietly. The black cat's green vertical pupil stared at Yilin.

The woman asked.

It's barthemero Dylan.

Sitting in a wheelchair, bathermero Dylan, without denying it, nodded: "monarch elmero IV, that's him."

"Oh."

King elmero IV and the black cat sitting on her shoulder looked away at the same time.

Standing on the far left, a short haired old man with white hair and wearing a thick blue magician costume showed a strange smile on his face. He said, "weak magician blood."

His words hit the nail on the head.

Obviously, there is a special feeling between magicians and magicians.

This should be the "magic concentration" mentioned in books.

Magic is the second life of a magician.

The magician's sensitivity to magic is like breathing air. They can clearly feel the magic concentration around the target, just as they can personally experience the rarity and richness of the air.

"So I should get started?"

"The pressure they just brought me is probably something similar."

"Normally, in the circle of Apostles, few people can only make me feel pressure from momentum."

Yilin said in his heart.

Barthemero Dylan knew that other monarchs had similar thoughts. The blonde boy in the * * * * * * chair smiled, looked at the gloomy old man and whispered, "Dear monarch Archibald, if I told you that this distinguished guest from the East knew almost nothing about magic five days ago?"

"What!"

The other six monarchs changed their faces after hearing the speech.

After barthemero Dylan finished that sentence, everyone's eyes at Yilin changed differently.

Yilin frowned slightly.

The next step is a simple ceremony.

Seberas carried a sterling silver tray.

There is a set of noble and elegant magician clothes neatly stacked inside.

Yilin shook and looked at it, then he suddenly understood why there was such an exaggerated battle here today.

Seven monarchs, thousands of magician apprentices!

It turned out that what was held in the largest classroom was the awarding ceremony of "color scale"!

Yilin, it's the new magician who was awarded the "color scale"!

"Congratulations."

Said bathermero Dylan.

Yilin looked at the "color scale" magician's clothes in seberas's hand, but he didn't take it for the first time. He sighed softly: "in my capacity, it is impossible to join your clock tower."

"Guests from the East, you worry too much." Bathermero Dylan shook his head. "Only knowledge can restrain you."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember the words you saw on the street sign?" On the boy's pale face, a rare trace of ruddy rose.

"Is it interesting to inherit mystery as knowledge forever..."

Yilin shook the magician's clothes open, and the sleeve edge was deep black.

From today on, he was officially awarded the "black rank" by barthemero Dylan and became a "black magician".

This matter spread all over the clock tower in a very short time.

Every apprentice learned such a thing.

A guest from the East, within five days, was favored by the monarch barthemero and personally granted the "color scale" rank.

That's second only to the crown!

Throughout the history of the clock tower, only Great Magicians or people with special talents can be awarded this high level.

If the apprentice who secretly despised Yilin in the library not long ago was only a kindergarten student, Yilin immediately skipped the courses of kindergarten, primary school, junior high school, high school and University in one day and was exceptionally admitted as a master.

Until night.

After the show.

Irene was in her room, still thinking about the profound meaning of bathermero Dylan's move.

Yilin believes that there is no gratuitous generosity and no gratuitous gift.

Among them, there must be reasons that Yilin can't understand at present.

What is it?

However, it is undeniable that since obtaining the color scale, Yilin's action in the clock tower has become unrestrained.

He can swagger into every classroom as a "black magician".

Even when Yilin was walking on the road, there were Jiao Didi's younger sister who came forward to ask for advice. Even some bold schoolgirls put forward excessive requirements to go back to their room for in-depth academic discussion.

Yilin painstakingly refused many kind invitations.

half a month later.

Yilin walks on the road and meets Gu Tianqing by chance.

It hasn't been seen for some time. Gu Tianqing doesn't seem to have changed much.

"My respected president, you are doing well now."

Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Lin's full magician clothes and smiled.

"Average."

Yilin responded with a smile.

The two stopped and talked briefly.

Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this period. He left the clock tower for a period of time and went to a gypsy gathering place. It is said that it is related to his pair of tarot cards.

of course,

In fact, they are not familiar enough to talk.

After a brief exchange, Yilin is ready to go to the library.

Today, while listening to the class of "curse section", in a lecture on the practical application of curse magic explained by a senior lecturer of "sacrificial position", Yilin was confused about some magic principles and was ready to go to the library to find relevant books and mend them all night.

He's busy.

Before leaving.

Gu Tianqing drifted away, and a faint laugh came: "time is running out."

Yilin was stunned when he heard the speech.

When I turned around again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Divine stick."

Yilin silently raised his middle finger in the direction Gu Tianqing left.

Give him a chance and beat him up.

I can't help it.

Yilin came up with such an idea and came to the library again.

The soul is out of the body, and Yilin has used it freely.

Habitually, hundreds of books were placed on the steps, spread out layer by layer, and Yilin patted himself on the chest again, becoming a mental state.

In the library, there are fewer and fewer books that can make Yilin focus on reading.

The theories in many books are similar, and even some books are contrary to each other.

During this period of study, Yilin gradually formed his own understanding of "magic".

In the eyes of many people, the exceptionally admitted "black magician" is a full freak.

Yilin has always been silent in class, never spoke, and no one has witnessed it. The new black magician has personally completed even a simple magic trick.

Some people have inadvertently witnessed that after class, Yilin grabbed the lecturer, asked tricky questions, talked with the lecturer, asked the lecturer sweating and turned around and ran away.

If other people dare to ask so blindly, the lecturer will turn a cold eye and ignore it.

However, this is the color scale magician personally granted by the monarch barthemero, and every lecturer dare not neglect it.

Later,

As soon as many lecturers saw the strange man Yilin in the class, and there were a few minutes before the class was over, they found various reasons to leave early and never let Yilin catch any chance.

This also makes Yilin very depressed.

Recently, those lecturers seem to be getting more and more slippery.

Can't you just sneak into someone else's room in the dead of night?

It doesn't seem very good to do so.

Time is in a hurry.

Elaine spent another half month.

In this half month, Yilin almost closed the door with him.

This day.

After sunset.

Erin sat high on the spiral ladder.

He put one of the astrology books back on the shelf.

When I came to the clock tower, it was more than a month.

During this time, Yilin was like a dry sponge, madly absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

With the support of extraordinary spiritual attributes and the means of "soul out of the body", Yilin almost completed the content that others can learn in a few years in a month.

But,

It is still far from the knowledge of the monarch.

But Irene doesn't think it's important.

Because he didn't come here to be a great magician.

Magic is an old and strange technology.

But this technology is too limited.

Magicians need to be familiar with the "base plate" in order to give full play to their power.

In a different environment, the ability will be greatly weakened.

However, magic has a long history and has already formed a complete and rich theory. What Yilin is doing now is to learn the essence of this theory, and then integrate it to improve his "free law".

Free law, unrestrained, free, no matter when, where, where, without any media, can play a terrible power.

Yilin vaguely felt that he seemed to touch some threshold in the.

But for a while and a half, he couldn't tell.

Magic is not so much playing with knowledge as distorting the rules in a way "different from common sense".

"Rules..."

Yilin lowered his head, put on the hanging ring and focused on the space in front of him.

He rubbed his hands in front of him out of thin air, like holding an invisible ball.

Don't get me wrong. Yilin is not rubbing the annihilation ball at the moment, but rubbing something... More ethereal.

Crystal grain technique, magic, magic, and related theories flashed in Yilin's brain.

Deep in the brain began to send out swelling pain.

The wail of brain cells came from my ears.

The brain works beyond imagination.

Irene was burning all over, and her psionic power was passing quickly at a terrible speed.

I don't know how long it took.

Irene forgot where she was.

He forgot to be in the library.

Forget the passage of time.

All his attention was focused between his palms, as if to rub out a wonderful future.

"Bang!"

Suddenly,

Yilin felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his head.

It's like... It blew up.

The next second,

A terrible brute force directly dried Yilin's face on the bookshelf.

Yilin had the illusion of being knocked down by a truck.

Stand aside.

Mileen, with a serious expression, slowly put down her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yilin's ears were buzzing and he got up from the scattered books.

The sharp pain from the back of his head made Yilin feel like he had been opened. He was in great pain.

Heat came from his nostrils. Yilin touched it and hissed... He had nosebleed.

Yilin covered the back of his head with one hand and his nose with the other. He turned his head expressionless and stared at millian, who was wearing a long skirt and looked innocent. He almost squeezed out three words from his teeth: "are you sick?"

Fortunately, Yilin had a moment just now and mistakenly thought that he had something wrong with rubbing things, which made his brain watt. Only then did he feel this pain.

It wasn't.

It was millian who suddenly ran out and slapped him on the bookshelf.

Millian's face didn't show any guilt about doing something wrong.

Instead, he held his head high and said confidently, "you are ill."

"I've endured you for a long time." Yilin knew that the dialogue couldn't go on.

So he silently took out [redemption and destruction] from the storage space and began to calculate what ability should be used to minimize the loss of the clock tower.

"You just smoked here." Millian pointed to the position of the celestial cover and motioned for the strange thing that Yilin had just appeared: "I thought you were ill, so I came to save you."

Yilin was stunned when he heard the speech.

In three minutes.

Under mileen's clumsy explanation, Erin finally understood what had just happened.

In a simple word, he was smoking in his head just now.

Millian wants to help.

But she doesn't understand.

So she used the most direct and rough way.

This is why Yilin was slapped on the bookshelf and sent out a blood.

Yilin rubbed the swollen bridge of the nose and the back of the head.

Although he had a special constitution and had already stopped bleeding, millian's strength was not covered. Yilin felt the pain in the back of his head, which has not been relieved until now.

Can a man's head still smoke?

Yilin recalls the feeling of concentration just now, which seems to be a little dangerous, and in front of Milian, Yilin doesn't intend to continue to try the dangerous "experiment". So he asked, "what are you doing here?"

Let's get down to business.

Millian shook the golden hair on her forehead excitedly: "the monarch bathermero said, Avalon... No, I can take out Avalon's treasure. There's news!"

Yilin was stunned at the speech.

Then he nodded helplessly.

"The holiday is over."