A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 76 The Demon King's Eyes
Standing on the platform and ringing the bell to call the train, Quinn looked out at the gorgeous sea of ​​clouds and sat on the empty train No. 000, speeding towards Ashwell.

In the past two days, Quinn has been studying the Eyes of the Demon King, one of the characteristics of useless people.

He discovered that no matter who or what object, as long as arcane magic was operating on it, there would be traces of mana flowing.

This trace can be clearly captured by the Demon King's Eye.

If an arcanist is using arcane magic, the brain will first produce a mental vibration, and then, accompanied by the recitation of incantations, mana will condense and take shape under the guidance of the circuit, outlining extremely complex and regular lines, and finally be emitted from the magic wand, forming an arcane magic visible to the human eye.

This process was quite obvious if viewed through the Demon King's Eyes. The fluctuations of mental energy and the light currents beneath the skin were extremely eye-catching, especially for the young students. Their unfamiliar skills resulted in low utilization of mana, and they were unable to properly control their arcane energy. To Quinn, their movements were as scattered as fireworks in the dark night.

This skill is unexpectedly practical. Faced with short spells that shorten the syllables of the spell, or spellless spells achieved using circuits, scrolls, and arcane equipment, Quinn can capture the flow of mana through visual observation and prepare for the response in advance.

It's not that transparent. You arcanists should practice more.

Arcanists were different from transcendents. Without the arcane, they were no different from ordinary people. In fact, most were even worse than ordinary people. The scholars who stayed in the workshop year after year were all weak and nerdy. As long as they could seize the right moment to prepare for a spell, even someone with Quinn's physique, who was not considered transcendental, could easily defeat most arcanists.

If he encounters robbers with artificial circuits again, Quinn will not be afraid even if he has run out of bullets in his pistol.

He has been training on opening and closing the Demon King's Eye these past two days.

The powers granted by the potion were profound, not as simple as in online games, where they could be activated with a single click and easily mastered. It felt like an organ had grown where his eyes should be, and Quinn had to learn to control it.

It's like a right-handed person starts practicing writing with his left hand. He can use it but is very unfamiliar with it. And what he wants to practice is not his left hand, but an illusory hand that overlaps with his left hand, which is Oune's hand.

When I first opened the Eye of the Demon King, my eyelids would blink frantically as if they were cramping. Later, I gradually became proficient in it. After practicing for two and a half days, I could open the Eye of the Demon King with just one blink, and the success rate was very high.

I don't know why, but the students always look at him strangely. Isn't it very common to see teaching assistants winking crazily at girls in the back of the classroom for no reason?
Quinn opened the Eye of the Demon King, and the structure hidden under the luxurious interior of Train No. 000 was clearly visible to him.

Thousands of mana light streams flowed along the passage and converged in the matrix. The magic crystals expanded outward like an inverted vortex. The entire carriage was filled with incomprehensible ingenious designs and seamless circuit splicing.

Quinn was secretly shocked. If the arcane array was compared to an electrical circuit, then the complexity of this train was definitely not inferior to the trams on Earth, and might even be more so.

Researching theories is only academic progress; only practical application can turn it into real success. Grindelwald's application of arcane magic was somewhat beyond his common sense. Quinn never thought that magical powers such as arcane and magic could operate in such a sophisticated manner.

Just like the ancients could not imagine that steel could be transformed into the roar of an internal combustion engine, if this kind of technological power is transformed into weapons and mass-produced and industrialized, can the demons really have a chance of winning?
He looked out the window again. In the dim vision of the Demon King's eyes, the clouds and sky glowed with a dreamy light like the aurora. This light filled every corner of his sight. This entire sky was actually made of magic?!
Feeling soreness in his eyes and a slight swelling in his head, Quinn hurriedly closed his eyes and the Eye of the Demon King.

The Demon King's Eye consumes a lot of energy.

If it is kept on, the eyeballs will feel dry in less than half a minute, and the maximum duration is about three minutes. If you witness something with a very high concentration of mana or a mysterious standard - such as the sky outside the academy or the holy wand in Merlin's tomb, your mental strength will be drained away in an instant.

Quinn leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. After a while, the train braked and stopped, and they arrived at Platform 9.

There was only one train, No. 000, parked next to the ancient platform, and the other track was empty. I wonder where the old antique No. 5972 had gone.

Walking up the stairs, the temperature in the college was still around ten degrees Celsius, but it was already summer in the city. The air was filled with the unique damp smell of the rainy season, and it was hot and stuffy.

Fortunately, I was wearing the black teacher's robe of the college, so the temperature I felt on my body was still comfortable.

The ground platform at the train station seemed like a completely different place compared to the day it closed for the start of school.

Steam trains roared past, the dispatcher's whistle, blew the horn, and the hawking of the passengers were shoulder to shoulder. The crowd surged like an ant colony under the steel dome. He could hardly find the way to leave the platform. The noisy sound of parents scolding their children alone was enough to drive people crazy. It was as lively as a market.

Quinn, who had squeezed through the subway during the evening rush hour, was very experienced. Just as he was about to squeeze in, he found that the people in front of him automatically made way for him.

Quinn was shocked. What happened?

No matter who it was, they subconsciously lowered their voices the moment they saw Quinn. The woman pulled the child tightly, and the porter hurriedly collected the luggage. Everyone was afraid of blocking Quinn's way. Even the dispatcher who was blowing the whistle at the platform took off his hat and saluted when he saw him.
He soon realized that it was not that he had suddenly awakened some kind of domineering aura, but that the clothes on his body were too scary.

Grindelwald's school badge was sewn on the hem of his robe with gold thread. Quinn, with his half-long black hair, looked mysterious and deep, almost perfectly matching people's stereotype of an arcanist. His mature face combined with Grindelwald's school badge made his identity almost written on his face.
This is Grindelwald's teacher, who dares to stand in his way?
Soon, a station manager trotted over, accompanied by two security guards, pushing aside the crowd blocking the way. He reached Quinn and said, "Please, I'll clear the way for you!" He then launched into a furious bark: "Make way! Make way! Don't block the academy's arcanist!" He even kicked away the small pieces of trash on the ground. When passersby heard the words 'academy's arcanist', they cast curious, awe-inspiring glances at Quinn.

Quinn finally understood why Ankua wasn't wearing work clothes when he came to see him.

As soon as this dress was put on, the city suddenly became polite and courteous. The college is so grateful for this.
After walking out of the train station without any obstructions, Quinn declined the carriage called by the supervisor because he saw Ankua sitting not far away, holding a newspaper, waiting impatiently.

His idol-like white hair was too conspicuous, and there were several ladies around him who were secretly looking at him.

"boarding."

After seeing Quinn coming over, Ankua put away the newspaper and walked towards the familiar Chocobo car.

This chocobo was raised by Ankua. Although there was nothing special about it, it was unusually large and one of the biggest chocobos. It ran no slower than a horse.

After Quinn sat firmly, Ankua waved the reins and the car drove towards Sewell.

"Has Amamiya Ningning behaved in any strange way these past two days?"

Ankuya asked first.

Although he had some guesses about the reason why Amemiya Ningning hired Quinn, he was not clear about the inside story.

"No. She lets me feed the dog, move things, bring food to the cafeteria, and occasionally teases me by asking me to pack her pajamas."

The more Quinn spoke, the more he felt something was wrong. Why did he sound like his girlfriend?

"Really?" Ankuya thought for a long time. "Don't give away your secret. She's probably watching you."

"What's the secret?"

"She noticed that you were from another world."

"Don't worry, I know how to complete the task safely."

After leaving the academy, Quinn returned to the Demon King's surveillance. Although he did not feel any changes, he was still careful to maintain the image of a loyal employee.

"Why are you wearing this?" Ankua asked with a frown.

"I've been wearing it for the past two days, how could I have known it was a monk's robe?"

Quinn was a little helpless, not wanting to be seen as Ding Zhen. But he couldn't bear to take it off, because wearing this dress gave him the same sense of security as being in his mother's belly.

I haven't tested its protective capabilities carefully, but using a meat cleaver from the cafeteria to cut it didn't leave any marks at all. The pistol was tucked inside the clothes, as if nothing was hidden.

"Take off your coat later. We're not going to a place where you can reveal your academy identity."

Quinn was a little confused: "Aren't we going to Elon?"

"Let's go to the Branson's house tonight."

The Eye of Grindelwald in the distance was gradually obscured by the low houses. The Chocobo drove out of the prosperous Eastwell city, and in front was the high wall that divided the city.

Ankuya said calmly, "The potions you requested are ready."

"I'll take you to see the teacher I mentioned. He will teach you how to choose."

(End of this chapter)