Chapter 190

"I remember seeing him a few months ago. The apprentice put forward a very novel saying that the power of void can exist as energy, just like charcoal or surging torrent, which can be driven!"

Master Robel freswok was smoking his pipe and his eyebrows were tightly locked together. "But he just came up with a set of theories, but there was nothing to prove - so I regarded him as another stupid fool, but this guy chased me for this set of theories.

Also because of his stupid appearance, I took a little heart to study, but I found that although I can't prove this theory, I can't prove it, it's impossible to achieve!

But there is no doubt that this is a bold guess. If he can really prove this, it will have an immeasurable impact on the whole wizard world and even the appearance of the whole world! "

The old man became more and more excited, and was about to dance: "this assumption alone has made us stand outside the door of the times and change. If we can prove the result - whether it is correct or not, its significance is comparable to or even far beyond the establishment of the nine pointed star wizard tower!"

Loren was really filled with emotion when he saw the look of master freswalker. Obviously, he is not the only one who can understand Isaac Grantham in the world.

It's obviously easier to prove Isaac's mistake than possible - although you see only a small part of Isaac's research notes, it's still easy for Loren to find several loopholes.

But the crux of the problem is, what does Master Robert freswalker think? Does he really want to see that this theory is impossible?

If he really didn't want to, he wouldn't have been persistent on this issue for so long - what's more, even if Isaac was gifted, his theory must be full of loopholes in front of such masters who have studied mystics for decades. The old man is probably easier to find the defects and problems than loren.

So the answer is in front of us. The determined black haired wizard nodded slowly and looked at the old man in front of him: "your conjecture is correct. It's really possible."

"It's possible... Tut tut Tut, in the study of mystics, the word is the same as it didn't say." master Robel freswalker glanced at Loren: "can you produce any evidence, or do you have research in this field?"

"I don't have any evidence, and the research in this field is far from enough - after all, I'm just a spell caster." Loren shook his head with regret. "But I have full confidence that this hypothesis has a basis."

"... make it clear."

"Because all the casters are doing the same thing, aren't they?" the black haired wizard asked, "connecting the void and reality, and all spells, regardless of their form, are the distortion and deception of the void to the material world - the burst flame, the shattered Boulder, the falling shower, the thunder of the sky... Are all illusions and distorted essence."

No matter how exquisite the combination and arrangement of spells, no matter how melodious the singing tone is, what makes them effective in essence is still the power of emptiness.

Since this power is strong enough to distort reality and create flames and roaring thunder that burn everything, why is it not strong enough to tear steel and produce huge energy?

"Can the void that distorts reality also be used as a form of energy?" master freswalker fell into meditation, held his pipe in his mouth, and his spare right hand kept scratching the big head with few hair: "this is indeed a reasonable guess... But it is only a guess."

"Yes, it's just speculation." Lauren smiled bitterly. "I can't show anything to prove it."

"Really not?" the old man who was just thinking hard suddenly showed a cunning smile: "what's the 'bright silver' on your waist?"

The black haired wizard's expression froze in an instant.

"Ah... Let me think again. The child named Isaac Grantham seems to be Peter's student. Alas... Have you ever heard of this name?"

Sure enough, the old man is not so easy to fool

With a slight sigh, the dark haired wizard decided to stop pretending and bowed deeply to the old man: "I'd like to introduce you again. Loren Turin, Isaac Grantham and I are all students of mentor Dalton kand. You're right. We all graduated from Dean Peter's college!

I came to eboden because Isaac suddenly disappeared - it doesn't matter if you want to stop me from becoming the wizard of the nine pointed star wizard tower. I'll find him by any means! "

The smile on his face was restrained, and the silent old man "Bata Bata" smoked his pipe and sighed deeply:

"So you clever ghosts know how to play tricks - wouldn't it be over if you had made it clear? You're still wasting my time here, an old man who is kicking his legs!"

"... you are not willing to see me because of the corona family?"

"I do owe them a favor, but they are not stupid enough to threaten me with a favor. You can only rely on your talent and attainments to get my invitation - you have to thank your Dean. If he didn't mention you in his letter to me, you don't want to enter this door!" master Frederick snorted coldly:

"Peter, the most correct thing he did in his life is to make Isaac Grantham a wizard! The upper limit of this child's achievement will determine the upper limit of generations of our whole school. You must find him and ensure that he is safe!"

"I will." Lauren nodded sincerely. This time, he was really sincere: "he is my friend. Even if you don't say, I will do that."

"That's all right. Wait for the test in three days!" master freswalker threw his pipe aside: "I'll stay here these three days and go to the nine pointed star wizard tower with me then!"

"Didn't you say... You should test my level yourself?" the black haired wizard couldn't help asking.

"Boy, do you really don't understand or are you kidding me?" the old man looked at him obliquely, his tone was sharp and very dissatisfied: "let me tell you some valuable life experience. The hidden treasure is worthless, and there is no talent like it;

No matter what you want to show off, it's all fun in a crowded place -- "

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......................... "didn't you hear me clearly? Good, I'll say it again."

The hotel owner with a cold sweat on his face sat at the table, his eyes full of fear, and his frozen body couldn't move at all, as if the fat limbs didn't belong to him.

The whole hotel has been completely controlled by dozens of minions with short knives and daggers. Just behind him, two fierce looking guys are still pointing knives at him, one of which is the drunkard who was once pierced by lorenza.

Sitting opposite the innkeeper, the leader of the crutches Gang, the famous fansteno in the south of eboden, now looked like a real aristocrat, said politely.

His face is sinister, and his hooked nose has a pair of deep eye sockets. He looks creepy, but he seems to be a knight. He has no vulgar style of the gang leader.

"Your guest's name is... Ain Rand, isn't he? He knocked over more than a dozen of my men alone, and it is said that he was unharmed." van steeno, who spoke softly, couldn't hear the slightest breath of anger: "it's the first time I've heard of such a powerful wizard."

"We are just a group of vulgar mercenaries and poor people in the street. We really admire such a powerful person, let alone a wizard - but since he is not here, we have to ask you to hand over this invitation to him. I'm really sorry."

"Ming, understand!" the hotel owner, who had been completely frightened and stupid, dared not lift his head: "I, I will! I will give it to him!"

"Please tell your excellency ayin Rand that van Sitno of the crutches is waiting for him in the gutter lane." van Sitno got up and grinned: "please give us a chance to welcome him."

"Of course, if he doesn't come... It's not difficult to find his whereabouts in the south of eboden!"