I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

At that moment, the middle-aged examinee was taking the exam with the assistance of staff.

He chanted the incantation steadily, but the speed slowed down towards the end, and he seemed to be struggling a lot.

A dozen seconds later, he waved his staff and conjured a phantom light that grew brighter and brighter.

Then, the light in the room seemed to be gathered by his staff, as if its color had faded.

Is this a second-circle transformation spell called "Focus Light"? The presentation is quite theatrical, but it lacks staying power... Lynn commented inwardly.

Sure enough, the illusory light shattered before it could fully solidify, and the room returned to normal light. The man was panting heavily.

The staff member raised his left hand, and the sapphire on his index finger shone brightly. At that moment, the magic circle embedded in the ceiling lit up, absorbing all the flowing magic.

Lynn's eyes lit up. Could this be how magic is replenished? This design is quite ingenious.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Blake." The staff member stepped forward and patted the middle-aged candidate on the shoulder, looking quite familiar with him.

Blake said dejectedly, "It's been three months, and the spiritual knowledge recorded in this [Light Gathering] spellbook is starting to dissipate. It seems I'll never have a chance to learn it..."

Generally speaking, except for spellbooks made using special methods that can be preserved for a long time, most spellbooks will expire after several years or even several months.

Furthermore, during the process of reading a magic book, the reader will continuously extract the spiritual knowledge contained within it, which also means that once the magic book is opened, its contents will become incomplete and cannot be transferred.

If you cannot fully grasp a spell before the magical knowledge recorded in the spellbook has completely dissipated, you will need to buy a new spellbook.

The price of second-circle magic is not something that just anyone can afford.

Judging from the man's clothes and appearance, he was not considered wealthy.

Lynn couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but this was the fate of most ordinary people who chose to embark on the path of magic.

A gambling path filled with unknowns and risks, high costs, and enormous energy expenditure.

At this moment, old man Aldorf stood up, beckoned to Blake, and gestured for him to come over.

"Mr. Aldorf, I'm sorry to have made you laugh again..." Blake hadn't yet recovered from his dejected mood, forcing a smile, his graying temples revealing even more bitterness.

"Don't worry, there's still a chance." Aldolf revealed his withered hand beneath the loose sleeves of his robe, patted the man's shoulder, and comforted him:

"Blue Tower has no age limit for recruiting members, unlike White Tower, which only accepts young people under 35."

Barton snorted angrily upon hearing this, while Lynn couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Is it really possible to cricket in front of someone? However, he did add another point of knowledge.

The White Pagoda, with its pursuit of innovation, is certainly eager to engage with young people, who are more energetic, hardworking, and have the perfect opportunity to immerse themselves in research.

They probably don't have any performance reviews or anything like that, right? Lynn felt a dull ache in his liver.

Blake gave a wry smile, nodded to the others, and said to Aldorf, "Then I'll head back now. Let's hurry, before the spellbook loses its effect..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker. He shook his head and prepared to leave.

Lynn finally couldn't hold back any longer and called out to him, "Mr. Black, would you mind giving me a few minutes to exchange our experiences in using magic?"

Blake stopped and looked at the young man with a puzzled expression, thinking he was the kind of newcomer who had just mastered one or two zero-ring magic tricks and was here to take the apprentice mage exam.

But as a mage, he was naturally more alert than ordinary people. When he saw the old man Barton standing next to Lynn, he immediately felt that this young man must be someone extraordinary.

As for the blond, blue-eyed young man in a formal suit, Blake hadn't seen him much.

"No problem, my name is Blake, what's your name?"

"Just call me Lynn," Lynn said, not wanting to waste too much time in front of the magic association's administrators, and went straight to the point:

"Mr. Black, I just witnessed the entire process of you casting 'Focusing Light,' and with all due respect, it seems you don't understand the meaning of this magic."

The way he chanted the incantation showed that he was just mechanically repeating it, like a student memorizing a text.

This method might be barely usable at level 0 or 1, but the higher the level of magic, the greater the requirement for understanding the knowledge itself.

This understanding does not mean that scientists should completely understand the principles of its operation, from its origin and composition to its mode of operation.

Instead, one must understand how to guide magic, leverage the laws of nature, and achieve the desired magical effect.

For example, Lynn's understanding of the [Darkness Spell] is "to completely banish light from an area," thereby creating darkness.

From this perspective, this magic is more like a "light-repelling spell".

Blake's expression stiffened upon hearing Lynn's words.

He was actually a teacher at the town's middle school. He had been educating others for so many years and had never been criticized in public before, let alone treated like this by a child.

Without realizing it, her voice picked up a hint of impulsiveness as she asked, "So, what do you suggest we do?"

The other four also turned their gazes toward Lynn, waiting for him to say something next.

Barton and Aldolf were particularly interested. They had already witnessed Lynn's magical talent and naturally believed that he had his own unique understanding of magic; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to reach this level at such a young age.

The staff member was somewhat similar to Luke, feeling puzzled, confused, and curious, while also thinking that Lynn's words were too direct, inappropriate, and impulsive.

Given his age, he's exactly the kind of hot-headed, quick-tempered young man who loves to boast!

Therefore, as someone familiar with Blake, the staff member subconsciously looked at Lynn with a slightly provocative gaze, hoping that Lynn would be stumped by Blake's questions and learn a good lesson.

Lynn calmly replied, "Personally, I think magic isn't something that can be achieved simply by memorizing spells. It's more like a performance, only it's very much about 'principles.' Of course, these principles don't need to be too rigorous. You just need to convince yourself to complete the performance and satisfy the audience."

The principle, the performance... Not only Blake, but everyone present paused, lost in thought.

They had all been immersed in magic for many years, yet they had rarely heard of such theories.

Old man Aldorf's eyes gleamed as he looked at Lynn, feeling that Lynn's theory was very similar to a certain school of thought in Blue Tower, only that school was very mysterious and even he didn't understand it well...

Blake frowned, pondering for a moment without finding a solution, then subconsciously asked, "Mr. Lynn, could you explain in detail? What exactly are the principles of magic?"

Lynn immediately shook his head and said, "It's pointless to dwell on the principles. The key is how to 'design the principles.' If we could figure out the essence of magic, then scholars who have been working on it for thousands of years would have figured it out long ago."

What he was thinking was that the magic in this world was so mysterious that any one of it could have overturned the entire scientific community in his previous life. How could an ordinary office worker like him possibly understand it?

Of course, there are ways to understand what you don't understand.