You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Iris teased: "Maybe you miss it too much?"

Elviri: “?”

"Shut up, Elise."

"Okay, Miss Flame Crow."

Iris agreed with a smile, and looked at Sean meaningfully. Her intuition told her that this man must have done more than just dreaming about a goddess, there must be some other story behind it.

Sean felt uncomfortable being stared at by her and quickly changed the subject: "Are you here to meditate too?"

"No, we won't come to North Street to meditate, but to the temple." said Iris.

The Temple of Truth was itself an "academy" in the Age of Scholars. Wizards who could enter the temple would of course choose to meditate in the temple. There were libraries on the first and second floors, and most of the problems encountered during meditation could be answered there.

Elise deliberately mentioned the temple, not because she wanted to show off to Sean... Well, maybe a little, people always unconsciously emphasize their own superiority, but she wanted more to motivate Sean.

Iris has always felt that Sean has good talent. If he works hard, he should be able to enter the Hall of Truth. Then he can find an empty dormitory to live in and talk in his sleep whatever he wants without anyone noticing.

She didn't know that Sean could already enter the second floor of the temple. Sean also overlooked that he could go to the temple to meditate. After Iris said this, he realized that he was still too integrated into the grassroots and would not come to North Street next time.

He continued, "So what are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." Elviri replied.

She actually didn't know whether Sean was here or not, she just came over to visit. If he wasn't here, then forget it. But if he was, she would remind Sean that it would be better not to come to the virtual space these days, because Sean's current situation might be very unsafe.

"The Old Siegel City Police Department has already taken action. Be careful."

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Chapter 27: The Third Floor of the Temple

Quill's response was swift.

Only one day after Sean announced in the group that he would attend the book signing event on time, there was a large-scale adjustment of the police force in Old Siegel City. Idle police officers in many areas were transferred to the city center where the book signing event was held, leaving only necessary personnel to remain at their posts.

In addition, major hotels have also stepped up inspections. Last night, police conducted surprise room inspections in the middle of the night and arrested dozens of call girls who did not have relevant professional qualifications. They are now all in police custody and will be sent to Eldridge Cathedral in batches for transformation.

The motel was not spared either.

After receiving the reminder from the girl, Sean returned to reality. As soon as he walked to the window and opened the curtains, he saw a police car driving from a distance and stopped downstairs. Two policemen got out of the car and entered the hotel.

After a while he came out again and drove away. He must have come to check his identity?

Sean didn't think it was a big problem.

The good thing about motels is that, generally speaking, guests staying here will not be sold out. Sometimes, the motel will even help guests conceal room inspections. Otherwise, if they are found not following the rules, they will be punished, ranging from a fine to closure. If you encounter some ruthless people, they will retaliate against you after they are released from prison. So to some extent, small motels and their guests are in the same boat.

The girl at the bar thought Sean didn't understand, so after the police left, she came up to knock on the door to take credit. She crossed her arms, leaned against the door frame with her waist twisted, and said logically: "Look, handsome boy, you just came to stay with us yesterday, and today the police came to check the water meter. Isn't it too coincidental? And you said you didn't bring your ID card. Let me think... Could it be that you have committed a crime and it's inconvenient for you to show your identity, so you came to hide here?"

"Tsk, I never thought that you, who looks so pretty, would actually be a fugitive. Is the term "gentlemanly scum" specifically used to describe you?"

"But it doesn't matter. I like gentle villains. It's better if they are a little rougher, so that there will be a contrast."

Seeing that Sean didn't say anything, she thought she had guessed right, and said proudly: "What do you mean handsome guy, I helped you this time, how do you plan to repay me?"

Sean thought for a moment and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"You want to treat me to a meal?" The girl blinked, "No."

Sean: "Then take two punches from me?"

girl:"?"

“You’re so rude!”

"Don't you like contrast?" Sean said.

The girl retorted: "Then you can fork me!"

Sean was confused and thought, is there such a requirement?

Then he pushed the girl out in front of his disbelieving gaze.

My ears suddenly became quiet.

Sean sat on the bed and planned to rest for a while.

When he first heard that deep meditation in the virtual space was very exhausting, he was skeptical, but after trying it himself, Sean believed it. It was indeed very exhausting and he felt a little tired.

The main thing is that he didn't expect that in the pages of his life, in addition to Saint Aolya, there was another "female protagonist card", and Elviri was suspected to be his sister-in-law...

They don’t look alike?

The age doesn't match either.

Sean was puzzled and couldn't figure it out, so he gave up and waited for the next related dream.

When it was late at night and his body had almost recovered, Sean entered the virtual space again.

What? Elviri asked him not to come in for the next few days?

Sorry, he has never been an obedient person.

The more he is blocked from entering, the more he wants to enter.

Besides, how could a brother-in-law listen to his sister-in-law?

The sister-in-law should listen to her brother-in-law and get rewards for good performance.

Elviri didn't know that he and Kate had already met and became good brothers with the same beliefs and mutual respect. With the secret protection of Mr. Light Servant, he was very safe. The reason why he went offline in front of Elviri was purely because he needed to rest and pretended to be quiet, because he had to do the next thing quietly.

He will try to enter the higher levels of the Temple of Truth.

When entering the temple for the first time, you need to get the statue's approval, and the statue will lead you into the temple. After that, you don't need to be so troublesome, you can enter directly from the main door of the temple. Of course, if you want to show off in front of the wizards, you can also enter through the statue like the first time. Sean didn't want to attract attention, so he naturally chose to go through the door.

And he went through the back door.

This time, Sean finally saw the interior of the temple.

This is a circular hall, the whole decoration style is very retro, there are oil paintings on the wall, there are reverse clocks and moving stairs, the dark brown wood tone has a medieval flavor. Whether it is the stairs or the walls, their texture is still illusory, so it gives people a sense of the distant history of the passage of time.

There were quite a few wizards on the first floor, but most of them were doing their own things, either meditating, reading, or chatting in low voices. The study atmosphere was quite strong, like a study room before a big exam, with very few people walking around.

No one noticed Sean, and Sean was happy to be invisible. He lowered his head, floated silently to the corner like a ghost, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The situation on the second floor was different. The number of wizards dropped sharply and not a single figure could be seen.

It’s not that there is really no one, they are just all in the library or the dormitory.

There were too few wizards who could go to the second floor, so the empty spaces in the library and dormitory were not fully utilized. They did not need to go outside to meditate and read. There were also many paths from the second floor to the third floor, and buildings like the library that connected all floors could be reached - provided that the statue on the second floor approved.

If not, you will see a vague door at the junction of the second and third floors. There is one door on every road, and no matter how hard you try, you cannot open the door.

There was no door in Sean's eyes - or rather, there was, but the door was open.

What blocked him was not the door, but an indescribable mental pressure.

As soon as he stepped onto the third floor, he felt his body suddenly become heavy, as if he was carrying a 200-pound rich woman on his shoulders. His knees were almost bent, making it difficult for him to walk, and beads of simulated sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Am I making things difficult for myself?"

Sean complained.

Except for him, no other wizard could go to the third floor of the temple. It was even quieter than the second floor, so he could speak out his words without worrying, which was more satisfying than just complaining in his heart.

Sean guessed that as the "master", the temple would not restrict his entry and exit, but he did not expect that there would be such a thing as mental pressure.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not incomprehensible. After all, when the Temple of Truth was built, he was a big boss above the tenth level. This little mental pressure was almost nothing to him. It was more used to test the students of the temple.

And the existence of pressure on the third floor is not entirely a bad thing. Since there is such a setting, it means that there must be knowledge here that can only be touched by those with corresponding mental strength. This is also the purpose of his "sneaking" into the temple this time.

But he still wanted to complain.

Why didn't he think that he would end up like this today?

More stupid than the other!

Sean got so angry that he even cursed himself.

He continued to walk inside while cursing, carrying the 200-pound rich woman.

It wasn't until they passed a place that looked like a studio and arrived at the library on the third floor that Sean suddenly shut his mouth.

No more scolding.

Because he really saw the knowledge.

Knowledge is usually recorded in books, and books are usually stored in libraries, so the first place Sean looked for was the third floor of the library, which other wizards had never been to, and the fact was just as he thought -

The third floor of the library had row after row of bookshelves that stretched as far as the eye could see. On them were countless powerful spells and alchemy manuals left over from the days of the Erudite. Among them were even a small number of truth formulas that he had never even dreamed of, and for which he only knew the effects but not the principles.

And that's not all.

In the glass display case in the center, there is a thick book quietly displayed.

There are four words written on the old and wrinkled cover:

The Beginning of the Forbidden Spell

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Chapter 28 Forbidden Meditation

There is no doubt that forbidden spells are very powerful.

Correspondingly, the price that wizards pay for releasing forbidden spells is also extremely heavy.

Practicing magic means using your body to gain strength. The greater the strength, the easier it is for the body to collapse. But even so, wizards still yearn to possess this power - you can choose not to use it, but you cannot live without it.

If the yearning and pursuit of knowledge is a learned attitude and ideal, then using forbidden magic to intimidate the enemy and consolidate the family's status are goals based on reality and utilitarianism. When the ideal and reality pursue things that overlap, what reason do they have not to touch this power?

What's more, learning never ends, and no one knows what the end of mysticism is.

If quantitative change can lead to qualitative change, and endless magic power can allow people to escape from their mortal bodies and embark on the path to godhood, but you don't practice forbidden spells, will you regret it?

Will.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Therefore, they must learn forbidden spells, which is also one of the necessary conditions for a wizard to enter the seventh level and become a great magician.

The book "The Beginning of Forbidden Spells" teaches wizards how to make more parts of the body undergo autophagy reactions, which is equivalent to the prerequisite for all forbidden spells. It is not a spell, but another way of meditation with a wider "width".

The autophagy reaction guided by conventional meditation is limited to the cells in the body that reserve functions. Their existence is to be digested by the body to release energy at critical moments. Even if all of them are consumed, it will not cause too much harm to the wizard himself. At most, he will look thinner or a few years older, but it is not fatal.

But taboo meditation is different.

Take the desert that Sean saw for the first time as an example. If it is forbidden meditation, eating only half a cactus is not enough, far from enough. It will make you encounter a worse environment, inducing or forcing you to eat everything you can see. The cactus is just one of them, there are also stones, sand, or occasional passing camels, flying wild birds, and even the sun hanging in the sky.

As for how to eat...

That's the wizard's own business.

If you can't pluck the sun from the sky, you will never be able to fully master this power.

Eating these things that you shouldn't eat, reflected in reality, means that autophagy reactions are occurring in key parts of the body, releasing energy.

The conversion efficiency remains unchanged and still depends on the depth of your meditation, but the quality of energy converted is different, greatly increased compared to ordinary meditation. Even a novice wizard can temporarily gain powerful magic far beyond his rank in this way.

It could reopen if you're not careful.

Sean can remember many such instances.

Some wizards may have just wanted to explode their energy, use a hand or a leg, or even a kidney to win a battle, but they failed to control it well, and the explosion of energy turned into an explosion of the body, and a tragic victory turned into a mutual destruction.

Both of them died unjustly.

It can be seen that "The Beginning of Forbidden Spells" is a very scary knowledge.

"The more you know, the more dangerous you are" - this sentence also applies to mysticism.

But Quayle guessed right.

Sean is exactly what he thinks he is - the more dangerous it is, the more he wants to try it.

The moment he saw "The Beginning of Forbidden Spells", Sean's eyes widened. It was a look full of anticipation for new knowledge. The passion and desire in his eyes were even stronger than when he lifted the quilt from Sister Elvira in his dream. The heavy pressure on his shoulders like a rich woman seemed to disappear.

At this moment, Sean only had eyes for this book.

For him, who currently has countless powerful spells but not enough magic power to release them, there is no treasure that can bring him greater benefits than this. The key is that it does not conflict with regular meditation - forbidden meditation is also meditation, which can not only expand the width of autophagy, but also deepen its depth. In other words, practicing forbidden spells and improving basic magic power can be done at the same time.

There is a reason why the Temple of Truth became a holy place in the minds of all wizards in the Age of Scholars. This book alone is enough to establish its status in the academic world.