industrial lord

Chapter 61 Training in the Snow
"In the silent world, the flying dance descends..."

Frederick hummed and swung his wooden sword for training on the thick snow, chopping and stabbing the snowflakes in the wind. Several small balls of magic elements were flying around the sword.

Every year from mid-December to January of the next year, there will be heavy snowfall in Wessenland and the surrounding areas, and the rivers will be frozen for 12 to 1 days. During this period, farmers stay at home and do not go out. Leaving the house while in the bar, even the government departments are half-rested.

However, there are still many people who are busy in winter.

Frederick continued to study every day, but Professor Walter, who taught grammar, rhetoric and logic, caught a cold. Now he was holding a hot water bottle on the newly made kang and drinking hot ginger wine every day. His class was taught by Psyche. instead of magic lessons.

Psyche did not teach Frederick a few magics during the formal teaching process, except for the simple magic used in teaching magic theory, only how to control magic elements in a complex magic environment.

Today Psyche asked him to beat the snowflakes with his sword while talking, and at the same time control the magic element balls to surround the sword, and from time to time, he had to avoid the snowballs flying from where he could see out of the corner of his eye.

This training seems simple, but it is actually quite difficult. The main thing is how to maintain a certain positional relationship between the small element ball and the constantly moving sword.

People rely on mental power to control magic elements. If they simply control the elemental ball to match the sword, two calculations need to be performed at the same time. One is to calculate the position of the sword, and the other is to calculate the trajectory of the elemental ball based on this. The average person's brain can do it.

So Psyche taught Frederick a way to pour spiritual power into the sword and control the elemental ball with the sword as the origin.

This feeling made Frederick feel very novel. Mental power is like an invisible hand. Without this method, it is like controlling a sword with the right hand and controlling the elemental ball with the left hand. Using this method is like holding a sword. The arm is extended, and the sword is the third arm. The fingers of this hand can pass through the control element ball.

At the same time, when the sword infused with spiritual power touched the snowflakes, it gave him a feeling that his body was touching the snow.

After half an hour of training, Frederick was already sweating profusely, standing there gasping for breath, while waves of white mist drifted across the snow.

Taro came out of the shed at the side immediately, took a cotton towel and stuffed it from Frederick's neck to his back, wiped off the sweat on his back, wiped his white steaming head, then wiped his face, and finally Pad your back with a new cotton towel.

Frederick went back to the shed, put on his overcoat and sat on the saddle, and took a big sip of the hot ginger tea.

Psyche sat aside, holding a steaming teacup in one hand, and a book brought out from Constantbul in the other, and asked him while reading, "How do you feel?"

"It's very novel." Frederick replied, "Infusing spiritual power into the sword, it is like an extension of the body, and it has a sense of touch."

"Would it be the same to infuse spiritual power into other things?"

Psyche pointed to the hoe leaning against the wall with his chin and said, "Try using that to hoe the ground."

Frederick shook his head hastily.

The lettuce in this greenhouse has been harvested, part of it was digested internally by Wesson's senior management, a small part was tied with silk and sold to merchants at the auction, and the other part was wrapped in baskets and wrapped in quilts to prevent freezing and sent to Mary. ya.

A few days ago, compost was applied to the field, and the seeds were just sown yesterday, and now it is compost with a hoe.

"Let's change to another one." Frederick said, "I'll try the cup."

He tried to pour mental power into the cup, and immediately felt the temperature and liquid feeling of the tea in the cup, and seemed to have a little taste.

"You can really feel what's inside the cup!" he said in surprise.

Psyche raised his head and said to him, "Because mental power is a part of you, an extension of your body."

Frederick thought for a while and asked, "Then, is it possible that I can detect everything around me by spreading my mental power around, so I won't be afraid of being attacked?"

Psyche nodded, and said nonchalantly: "Theoretically, you can treat the girls' clothes as nothing."

Frederick blinked his eyes and looked confused. How could there be such an operation?

"But you have to be prepared to be beaten." Psyche continued, "When your mental power touches others, others will react."

Frederick didn't have any special reaction, and he's not a hooligan, so he wouldn't do these things.

He asked: "Then can we only detect the surrounding objects without people noticing? This can prevent people who don't speak martial arts from sneaking in."

Psyche just replied: "Then try it, some people regard mental power as a person's sixth sense."

Seeing that she had no objection, Frederick tried to manipulate the mental power to radiate to the surroundings, but he didn't feel anything special. He just felt the abundant ice and water elements around him, as well as a small amount of other magic elements as before.

He was a little puzzled, and after stopping his mental strength, he planned to have a sip of tea before asking.

The tea was already cold, he condensed a small fireball on his fingertips and bounced it into the cup to heat it up.

"Huh?" Frederick took a sip, and found that the tea did not reach the temperature he expected, but it was not so cold, and it was a little warm, which did not achieve the effect he expected.

He thought it was uneven heating, so he shook the cup to make the tea evenly distributed, and after taking a sip, he found that it was still the same.

"Strange?" Frederick asked with a question mark on his head, "Could it be that the power of the fireball has become smaller because of being too tired? No, the total amount and speed of the fire elements are the same?"

Psyche frowned, and echoed, "Yes, what's going on?"

A flash of light flashed in Frederick's mind, and he immediately asked her, "Does the power of the fire element decrease in winter?"

He hadn't tried using fire elements in winter before, and this was the first time he had discovered this phenomenon.

Psyche just replied: "Since you have such an idea, then find a way to do experiments to verify your guess."

Frederick nodded. Her words proved that this experiment was valuable and meaningful.

After the rest, he took off his coat and went outside to continue the training in the snow.

Frederick thought for a while, released his mental power to surround himself, and allocated a little energy to feel the falling snowflakes.

When he was a little tired, Psyche in the shed stomped his feet, and snowballs the size of fists appeared in the snow outside.

The speed of the snowball was not fast, and it flew towards the back of Frederick's neck in the blind spot behind Frederick without a sound.

"Oh, the master will catch a cold." Tarot looked at Psyche depressedly, pouted and complained in a low voice that she increased his workload.

Frederick suddenly felt a little reaction from the mental power behind him, as if there were a lot of ice elements coming over, and when he turned around, his face was covered in snowballs.

He was taken aback, wondering if this method could at least detect the magic around him?
Suddenly, he squatted down suddenly, and another snowball flew over his head soundlessly.

In the following time, Frederick's stamina became the place where the world's snowballs were nostalgic. I don't know how many snowballs flew towards this position and turned around.

Frederick had to muster all his energy, turning his body backwards constantly, or dodging, or intercepting these snowballs with his sword, and he was exhausted and out of breath after a while.

After the training was over, Taro immediately rushed over to wipe his sweat, and took him to the shed to drink warm ginger tea.

"It's true, master." Tarot said, "Since those snowballs are flying from behind, it's fine to just lie down."

Frederick was silent.

(End of this chapter)