My inventory is full of monster materials.

Four days later, at the Daphne Hotel.

The silhouette of the distant mountains swallowed the last rays of sunlight, and orange candlelight was lit on the second-floor windowsill of the hotel.

On the desk by the window, books were piled high, and scraps of paper covered with scribbled notes and mathematical derivations were scattered all over the floor.

Under the flickering lamplight, Mark's fingertips traced the words on the pages, and he murmured to himself unconsciously.

"The magic network... is the bridge connecting the spellcaster's will and the primal magical energy..."

In the days following his return from Lily's Cottage, Mark locked himself in his room, constantly studying two basic magic books, trying to build his own unique understanding of magic.

The four basic elements of magic are:

Spell Model – Structural Framework;

Magic Infusion – Energy Supply;

Ritual and Technique Procedures – Activation and Operation;

Magical effect – effect response.

Using pure electric vehicles as an analogy.

First, you need a vehicle (spell model), then you need to fully charge the vehicle (magic infusion), then get in the vehicle and start it (spell ritual), and then the vehicle will move (magical effect).

Therefore, it can be seen that the spell model is the main part of the spell.

The caster needs to spend a lot of time and energy to memorize and solidify the spell model, otherwise the slightest carelessness will result in a spell backlash.

Unless one is a warlock or a naturally gifted spellcaster, a spellcaster's memory capacity can generally only store 1-2 spells of the same ring level.

For example, a level 0 mage apprentice can memorize 3-5 level 0 spells, or 1-2 level 1 spells, but level 2 spells are absolutely impossible, as the brain simply cannot handle their terrifying amount of information.

As for why high-level mages can use all sorts of fancy spells without worrying about wasting their precious memory capacity, why is that?

The answer is—"Go online!"

Ilúvatar, the "God of Magic" who represents wisdom and magic, wove a "magic net" for the entire world of Euler.

This is a world-class magical effect, similar to that in the cloud.

The spellcaster can upload and save the spell model by connecting their mind to the magic network, and then download it back into their brain when needed.

It truly achieves high efficiency and convenience without occupying local memory.

The only problem is that you need permission.

Only by officially being promoted to "Mage" can one become a "formal member of the Magic Network," and the higher the rank, the greater the bandwidth and the faster the network speed.

Of course, besides the mage profession through the 'Wisdom' pathway, there are also mage professions through other pathways.

In principle, most spells require the use of magic nets.

Whether the other deities share the network operation or secretly build their own regional networks remains unknown.

Mark, who was deep in thought, suddenly saw a notification pop up in front of him.

[Master the "Basic Spellcasting Lv1 (White)" feat!]

"Spellcasting Basics Lv1 (White)": Spell proficiency gain +3%

"Phew~"

Mark breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, gently rubbing the bridge of his nose.

As a science and engineering master's student, he has his own set of learning methodologies, coupled with an intelligence level of 11 points far exceeding that of ordinary people, which is why he can easily get started.

Outside the window, the sky was already dark, and the stars twinkled.

Mark stood up from the sea of ​​books.

It's time to go to the banquet.

……

……

White Pearl Restaurant.

Night fell on the bustling commercial street, and amidst the dazzling lights, one building stood out.

It is built of pure white "twilight stone", which absorbs light during the day and emits a soft, pearly glow from the inside at night, making the entire building look like a giant pearl in the darkness.

"A glowing stone, hopefully it's not radiation."

Mark tilted his head back and muttered something rather inappropriately, then followed the crowd toward the relief archway.

At that moment, a white glove blocked his chest.

"Sir, reservations are required for dining here."

Gavin, a waiter wearing a gray vest, stood ramrod straight in front of Mark, his smile as refined and standard as the black bow tie on his collar.

Have you registered for an appointment?

Waiter Gavin reiterated, his tone more like an interrogation than a question, his words radiating an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Mark glanced down at himself.

The brand-new brown studded hard leather armor looked as rough as tree bark under the crystal chandelier, and every crease on the thick leather breeches told a story.

In contrast, the guests passing by were all wealthy and noble, dressed in either magnificent brocade robes or long silk satin gowns.

Mark touched his chin again.

Well, she definitely doesn't fit in.

But instead of spending money on a fancy but impractical suit, it would be more practical to buy a leather armor, especially since he wasn't going to a social event but rather a small team dinner.

"I didn't make an appointment."

As he spoke, Mark reached inside his leather armor and pulled out a letter.

"However, I have this."

The waiter Gavin's smug smile suddenly froze.

He took the white letter with gold patterns, his fingers trembling almost imperceptibly.

The White Pearl Restaurant isn't a place you can just eat at if you have money.

Anyone who makes a reservation for a meal must be of noble status.

Waiter Gavin didn't recognize the noble signature on the letter, but the restaurant's distinctive gilded coat of arms was unmistakable, not to mention that the reserved table was a top-class outdoor table.

In an instant, Gavin raised his cheeks high with an exaggerated smile, his body bending at a perfect 90-degree angle.

"Welcome! Please allow me to show you the way!"

"Um."

Mark was about to take a step when two familiar voices came from behind him.

"pony!"

"Mr. Mark!"

Henry and Emily walked over together.

As expected of Mark's teammates, the two were dressed in practical and adventurous attire.

Henry's half-body plate armor has been repaired and specially made with a matte finish in the same color tone as the steel tower shield.

With half-body armor and a tower shield on his back, he looks like a burly, inverted triangle, creating a very visually striking appearance.

Emily changed into a long robe with a beige base and gold thread embroidered with dawn runes, and always carried the silver cross staff, looking both sacred and graceful.

"You guys are a bit slow!"

Mark joked, then turned to the waiter and emphasized.

"They were all together, and they all had invitations."

Gavin praised it repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, please follow me."

Led by a waiter, the three then walked through the quiet hall and up the spiral staircase, chatting and laughing as they went.

"Little Ma, your new leather armor is pretty good."

"It's only 120 silver coins, which is nothing compared to your tin can."

"hey-hey."

"By the way, Emily's robe is perfect for a banquet."

"Mr. Mark, this is a symbol of piety, not for a banquet."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

...

The open-air balcony on the third floor seems to be suspended under the starry sky.

A long table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and silver cutlery and candlesticks were neatly arranged, their cool luster flowing between the candlelight and starlight.

Two figures were leaning against the railing.

The man had long, gray hair, and his bright white armor was spotless. The white eagle emblem on his blue cloak rippled slightly in the night breeze.

The woman's red hair was like flames, and she wore a dark purple silk dress with a deep V-neck and backless cut that accentuated her graceful curves, swaying beautifully in the breeze.

Against the backdrop of distant, dim lights, gray and red hair seemed to intertwine almost imperceptibly in the evening breeze.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the man abruptly turned around.

Seeing his three teammates who had risked their lives for him, Felix smiled.

"You've arrived."