I Really Don’t Want To Be A Calamity

  Chapter 711 The Black Magician (4K)

"Go."

Cerberus stopped where he was and did not move forward.

She whispered softly and motioned Yi Lin to walk in front of the seven monarchs.

"Why?"

Yi Lin asked.

Cyberlas turned his head, with indifferent eyes, looked at Yi Lin, but quickly closed his eyes and stood upright, slowly said: "If you want to learn more about magic."

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

Yi Lin nodded, laughed, expressing understanding.

The seven monarchs faintly felt weird pressure.

Their gazes falling on Yi Lin looked like seven big mountains, causing Yi Lin's shoulders to sink, as if being pressed hard against the ground.

"Get off the horse?"

Yi Lin hehe smiled, lifts the head, facing the seven different eyes, the chanting force armour was silent, all over the body. In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and Yi Lin took a relaxed pace and walked to the empty seat specially reserved under the platform.

After walking the red carpet road, Yi Lin has several points of annoyance in his heart-he should have left with a song just now, which is even more compelling.

"Is that him?"

Among the seven monarchs, there is a blonde woman with long hair. She seems to be in her thirties, and she has no more or less mature charm, such as blooming flowers, vivid and vivid. But the expression on her face makes it difficult to associate with men and women, as cold as a corpse with no emotions.

On the shoulders of the woman, a black cat sits quietly. The black cat stared straight at Yi Lin with its green eyes.

The woman asked.

It’s Bathmelo Dylan.

Bathmero Dylan in a wheelchair did not deny, nodded: "The Monarch Elmero IV is him."

"Heh."

Sovereign Elmero IV and the black cat sitting on her shoulders looked away at the same time.

Standing on the far left, an old man with white hair and short hair dressed in a thick blue magician costume showed a weird smile on his face, faint smile, and said: "The weak Magician bloodline."

His words hit the nail on the head.

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

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

Magic is the second life of a magician.

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

"putting it that way, should I also get started?"

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

"Normally, in the apostle circle, almost no one can make me feel pressured only from the imposing manner."

Yi Lin secretly said in one's heart.

Bathmelo Dylan knew that other monarchs had similar thoughts. The blond boy in the chair smiled slightly, looked towards the gloomy old man, and said softly: "Honorable Monarch Archibald, if I tell you, this distinguished guest from the East knew almost nothing about magic five days ago?"

"What!"

The expressions of the remaining six monarchs changed after hearing this.

After Bassemero Dylan finished that sentence, everyone looked towards Yi Lin and their eyes changed in different ways.

Yi Lin eyebrows slightly frowned.

The next step is to simply grant ceremony.

Cerberasto wears a sterling silver tray.

A set of noble and elegant magician costumes are neatly stacked inside.

Yi Lin took a look and suddenly understood why there is such an exaggerated battle here today.

Seven monarchs, thousands of apprentice magicians! It turns out that what is held in this first large classroom is the award ceremony of "levels"!

Yi Lin, it is the new magician who was awarded the "color scale"!

"Congratulations."

Bassemero Dylan said.

Yi Lin looked at the "levels" magician suit that Cerberas was holding, but did not immediately take it. He sighed softly: "In my capacity, it is impossible to join your clock tower."

"Guests from the East, you worry too much." Bassemero Dylan shook his head: "Able to restrain You only have knowledge."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you remember the sentence you saw on the street sign?" The pale face of the young man rarely floated. From a trace of ruddy.

"Is it a permanent inheritance of "mystery" as learning? Interesting."

Yi Lin shook the magician's suit open, and there was a deep black on the side of the sleeve.

Starting today, he has been officially awarded the "black rank position" by Bathmelo Dylan and has become a "black magician".

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

Every apprentice has learned of such a thing.

A guest from the East, within five days, was favored by the monarch Bathmelo, and personally awarded the rank of "color".

That is second only to the existence of the crown! Throughout the history of the Clock Tower, only great magicians or people with extraordinary talents can be awarded this high level.

If the apprentices who secretly despised Yi Lin in the library not long ago were just kindergarten students, then Yi Lin instantly skipped kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university in one day. Course, was admitted as a master by exception.

Until the night.

After the end.

Yi Lin is in his room, still thinking about the profound meaning of Bathmelo Dylan’s move.

Yi Lin believes that there is no unprovoked generosity, and no unprovoked gifts.

Among them, there must be reasons that Yi Lin cannot understand at present.

What is it?

But it is undeniable that since gaining the gradation level, Yi Lin's actions in the clock tower have become free and unconstrained.

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

Even Yi Lin is walking on the road, and there is a charming junior sister who comes forward to ask for advice. There are even daring junior sisters who have asked too much to go back to their room for in-depth academic discussions.

Yi Lin worked so hard to refuse many kind invitations.

After half a month.

Yi Lin walks on the road and encounters Gu Tianqing by chance.

After a while, Gu Tianqing doesn’t seem to have changed much.

"My respectable president, you are doing pretty well now."

Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Lin's full magician uniform, said with a smile .

"Normal."

Yi Lin responded with a smile.

The two stopped and exchanged briefly.

Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this time. He left the clock tower for a while and went to a gathering place of Gypsies, which is said to be related to his tarot card.

Of course,

In fact, the two of them are not familiar enough to be able to talk.

After a brief exchange, Yi Lin is going to the library.

Today, in the "Cursing Course" class, a class of "The Practical Application of Cursed Magic" explained by a senior lecturer at the "Sacrifice Position" level, Yi Lin has a part of the magic principle that is confused. Prepare to go to the library to find relevant books overnight.

He is very busy.

Before leaving.

Gu Tianqing drifted away, and a faint laughter came: "Time is running out."

Yi Lin hearing this, slightly startled.

When she turned her head again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"God stick."

Yi Lin silently raised a middle finger in the direction where Gu Tianqing had left.

Find a chance and beat him up.

I can't help it.

Yi Lin had such an idea in his mind and came to the library again.

Astral Projection, Yi Lin has been able to use it freely.

Hundreds of books are habitually placed on the ladder, spread out layer by layer, Yi Lin once again pats his chest, becoming a state of mind.

In the library, there are fewer and fewer books for Yi Lin to concentrate on reading.

There are similarities in the theories in many books, and some even contradict the theories in some books.

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

In the eyes of many people, this exceptionally admitted "Black Magician" is a complete weird.

Yi Lin has always been in class silently, never speaking, and no one has ever witnessed it. This new black magician has done even a simple trick with his own hands.

Someone has accidentally witnessed that after class, Yi Lin held on to the lecturer, asked tricky questions, talked with the lecturer, and asked the lecturer to brow beaded with sweat and then ran away. .

If someone else dared to ask a few blind questions, the lecturer would just be cold-eyed and just ignore it.

But by the way, this is the gradation magician who was conferred by the monarch Bathmelo himself, and every lecturer did not dare to neglect.

Later,

Many lecturers saw the strange person Yi Lin appeared in the get out of class, and they had several points of minutes before class, so they found various reasons to leave early, never Let Yi Lin catch the slightest chance.

This also makes Yi Lin extremely depressed.

Those lecturers seem to be getting slippery recently.

You can’t just sneak into someone else’s room in the dead of night, right?

It doesn't seem to be good to do so.

Time is in a hurry.

Yi Lin has passed half a month again.

This half a month, Yi Lin is almost no doubt in retreat.

This day.

After the sunset.

Yi Lin sits high on the spiral staircase.

He tucked one of the astronomy-related books back on the shelf.

It has been more than a month since I came to the clock tower.

During this time, Yi Lin was like a dried sponge, absorbing all kinds of knowledge frantically.

With the support of the extraordinary spirit attribute, coupled with the "Astral Projection" method, Yi Lin took almost a month to complete the content that other people could only learn in a few years.

But,

Compared with the monarch's knowledge, it is still far behind.

But Yi Lin thinks it is not important.

Because his purpose of coming here is not to be a great magician.

Magic is an ancient and unfamiliar technology.

But this technology has too many limitations.

Magicians need to be able to exert their greatest strength in the "base plate" they are familiar with.

Changed an environment, the ability will be greatly weakened.

However, magic has a long history and has formed a complete and rich theory. What Yi Lin is currently doing is to learn the essence of this theory, and then to Full Mastery to perfect his own "law of freedom".

Free law, free and unconstrained, freedom, no matter when, where, where, without any media, it can give play to the ability of terrifying formidable power.

Yi Lin faintly feels that he has touched a certain threshold.

But for a while, he couldn't tell.

Magic is not so much playing with knowledge as it is to distort the rules in a "different from common sense" method.

"Rules..."

Yi Lin 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, as if holding an invisible ball.

Don't get me wrong, Yi Lin is not rubbing the "annihilation ball" at this moment, but rubbing something...more illusory.

Crystal patterns, magic, magic, and related theories flashed in Yi Lin's mind.

The deep part of the brain began to emit pain.

The wailing of brain cells came from my ears.

The operation of the brain is beyond imagination.

Yi Lin is hot all over, and the spirit energy value is passing fast at a terrifying speed.

I don’t know how long it took.

Yi Lin has forgotten where he is.

He forgot to be in the library.

Forgot the ebbing of time.

All his attention is concentrated between his palms, as if he is going to work out a wonderful future.

"peng!"

Suddenly,

Yi Lin felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

As if... exploded.

In the next second, a terrifying brute force dries Yi Lin's face directly onto the bookshelf.

Yi Lin instantly had the illusion of being knocked over to his head by a truck.

On the side.

With a serious expression, Mi Lien slowly lowered her hand, sighed in relief.

Yi Lin buzzed in his ears and awkwardly got up from the scattered books.

The sharp pain coming from the back of his head made Yi Lin feel like he was being kicked. It was painful.

There was a flow of heat coming from the nostrils, Yi Lin touched it easily, hiss... actually had a nosebleed.

Yi Lin covered the back of his head with one hand, and his nose with the other. He turned his head blankly, staring at Mi Lien, who was wearing a long skirt with an innocent expression, almost squeezing out three words from his teeth. : "Are you sick?"

Fortunately, Yi Lin had just a moment, mistakenly thought that there was a problem with rubbing things, so that his brain was wattless, and this kind of numbness, pain and discomfort appeared.

It turned out not to be.

It was Mi Lien who suddenly ran out and slapped him onto the bookshelf.

Mi Lien's face did not show any guilt for doing something wrong.

On the contrary, he held his head high and said confidently: "You are sick."

"I have tolerated you for a long time." Yi Lin knew that the conversation could not go on.

So he silently took out [Salvation and Destruction] from the storage space, and began to calculate what power should be used to minimize the loss of the clock tower.

"You smoked here just now." Mi Lien pointed at the top of the head and used herself to signal the strange appearance Yi Lin just appeared: "I thought you were sick, so come to save me. You are here."

Yi Lin hearing this startled.

After 3 minutes.

Under Mi Lien's awkward explanation, Yi Lin finally understood what happened just now.

To put it in a simple sentence: he just had smoke in his head.

Mi Lien wants to help.

But she doesn't understand.

So she used the most direct and rude way.

This is why Yi Lin was slapped on the shelf and sent a blood.

Yi Lin rubbed his painful nose and the back of his head.

Although his physique is special and he has stopped bleeding, Mi Lien's muscle strength is not covered. Yi Lin feels the pain of chi chi in the back of his head, which has not been relieved until now.

Can people still smoke in their heads?

Yi Lin recalled the feeling of concentration just now, it seemed a bit dangerous, and in front of Mi Lien, Yi Lin did not intend to continue to try that dangerous "experiment". So he asked: "What are you doing here all right?"

Speaking of business.

Million excitedly shook the golden dull hair on her forehead: "The monarch Bathmelo said, Avalon...No, I can take out Avalon's treasure, there is news!"

Yi Lin hearing this was taken aback.

Then helplessly nodded.

"The holiday is over."

(End of this chapter)