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

That’s right.

If Sean wanted her to die, she might not survive.

Connie said that Sean bullied her, but in fact she was complaining to Sopea indirectly: "Teacher, I can't handle him."

Sopea's face turned serious: "Don't tell me you failed to enter the dream."

He would not ask for specific details because it involved Sean's personal privacy. He only cared about whether Connie had completed the "homework" he assigned. In this regard, Sopea had always been very strict with Connie. A fourth-level dream wizard couldn't even create a dream for a second-level person. It would be embarrassing to tell others about it.

But Connie's answer was more serious than an ordinary failure.

"He took over my position..."

Sopea: “?”

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't find his memory of the previous life, but he saw the trajectory of my life in this life..." Connie said with shame. It was normal that she couldn't see the secret of the great magician, and she would not blame herself too much for it. She was ashamed of being frightened by the dream and of Sean knowing her past.

Connie always felt that her unhappy childhood was something difficult to talk about. She didn't want others to sympathize with her because of it. She didn't need and didn't want to be laughed at by others. She had heard enough of words like "unwanted child", "jinx", "little mute" and so on.

After all, they are master and disciple. After listening to Connie's story, Sopea reacted instantly and narrowed his eyes.

"Good boy, you are still from the tenth level. I underestimated you."

Although both are great magicians, rank seven and rank ten are two completely different concepts.

In the Era of Erudite, the former could at most support a family, and this family was not even first-rate, but the latter could support a kingdom. Even in its heyday, there were no more than twenty people of rank ten in the entire continent. Unexpectedly, Sean's previous life was one of them.

But unfortunately.

So does he.

"Go and have a rest, don't think too much, and leave the rest to the teacher."

Sopea's eyes were sharp, "I want to see which level 10 is so capable that he dares to bully even my students!"

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Chapter 53 It is said that there is a genius (please read~)

There are also differences in strength between the tenth rank and the tenth rank. Although the gap is not too big, in many cases, a slight difference is enough to determine the outcome of a confrontation.

The reason why Sopea was so confident was that even if one looked at all the top ten in the entire Era of the Scholar, he was the most powerful one among them. He had personally brought his own family, the "Nightmare" family of Zienm, to the same height as the Seraph family, becoming one of the twelve great ducal families of the empire, controlling a piece of land, and its power and status were second only to the Vatican.

He was sure that he must have known Sean's previous life.

Sean should know him too, or at least have heard of his name.

In his previous life, he was the best among the ten ranks.

In this life, he was reshaped earlier than Sean.

He was also recognized by the statue and entered the third floor of the temple.

No matter from which angle he looked at it, he could easily control this guy who frightened her beloved disciple.

He hoped that Sean would consciously use honorifics when speaking to him in the future.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Sean recovers some of his memory first.

Through Connie's description, Sopea already knew the reason why the girl failed to enter the dream this time - before Sean's reincarnation in the previous life, he specially added a layer of protection to his soul to prevent himself from being spied on by others.

The power of a tenth-level spell is beyond the imagination of contemporary wizards. Even after hundreds of years, after the double cleansing of time and the sea of souls, it can still retain some of its effects. That's why Connie cannot peek into Sean's past, and Sean takes the initiative, revealing the girl's own inner thoughts in her dreams.

This applies not only to entering a dream, but also to any kind of spiritual technique, including mind magic.

As long as the caster's soul is not strong enough, the only result will be the backlash of his own magic.

"Soul" and "mental power" sound similar at first glance, and are often used by wizards to refer to each other, but in fact they are two different things.

The stronger the soul, the stronger the mental power will be, but a strong mental power does not necessarily mean a strong soul.

Especially for the Reshaper, it depends more on his past life, because the Reshaper's past and present life, no matter whether the memory is restored or how much is restored, is the same soul.

This is one of the reasons why Sopea has always been so arrogant and cold.

As a man who once stood at the top of the wizard pyramid, he has the confidence.

As for Sean's story...

Ah.

The books on the third floor of the Temple Library have helped him remember more things from his days as a scholar, and as his memories recover, he will soon be able to "suddenly realize" a more efficient way of meditation and a more powerful dream spell, and within a month he will be able to break through and enter the ranks of the sixth rank.

After that, he will go to Alola Town in person to build Sean's dream.

It was just a soul defense spell, and he could easily break it with just one finger.

He will threaten Sean the same way Sean threatened Connie tonight, otherwise others will really think that his students from Sopea are so easy to bully, huh.

……

"Ah."

In the hospital ward, Sean, who was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling and not yet asleep, sneezed again.

Elviri just happened to push the door open, heard the noise, and asked, "Are you catching a cold?"

"Huh?" Sean turned his head to look at the girl and sat up in surprise. "Why are you here at this hour?"

It's already three o'clock in the morning, and the girl is still not asleep?

Her eyes and eyebrows were still delicate and beautiful with light makeup on, but there was a hint of fatigue in her expression.

"Are you tired?" Sean got out of bed to pour water for the girl.

Elviri originally wanted to say no, she would just stay for a while and leave, but then she changed her mind and thought, oh no, Iris gave Sean 100,000 yuan, so it seemed reasonable for her to enjoy Sean's service on behalf of Iris?

So he raised his chin slightly and commented, "Not bad, quite self-aware."

"You are the leader after all." Sean handed the paper cup to the girl with a smile.

Elviri put the paper bag on the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed with the cup in her hand.

The water had just boiled, and Sean added some cold water to make it drinkable. The autumn night was a bit cold, and Elviri looked at Sean's smile, and the paper cup in her hand was just the right amount of warmth, which made her feel less tired.

"What is this?" Sean asked, looking at the paper bag.

"This is the potion you will drink tomorrow," Elviri replied. "It will speed up your body's healing process. Remember to eat before drinking it."

Or take it after meals?

It's just like taking medicine when you are sick.

But think about it and it's very scientific.

It is not advisable to meditate when you are full. If you do not meditate, you will not lose cells. It is indeed the best time to take care of your body.

Sean was inexplicably happy: "So Miss Elviri came here specifically to deliver medicine to me?"

"Don't think too much." Elviri's face was calm. "I just took care of something and brought the potion to you."

She emphasized the word "by the way" because she didn't want Sean to misunderstand anything.

Without waiting for Sean to continue, she changed the subject: "I heard that you bullied Connie until she cried?"

Sean: "..."

Are you so well-informed?

"You said you were waiting for Sopea to come and settle the score with you?" Elviri asked.

This guy is still as courageous as ever.

Sean said quickly: "It's not what you think."

It was obvious that his attitude towards the nun was completely different from his attitude towards Elvira. It didn't matter what outsiders thought, but he still had to explain to his family. Anyway, he found nothing in this dream, let alone his previous life, and he didn't have much experience in this life. He was not afraid of exposing his identity, so Sean simply told the girl everything that happened in the dream.

Elviri didn't understand dreams, but she could tell that the dream had failed this time. But it didn't matter. Although Sopea had a bad temper and acted arrogant all day long, he was still a good person. He would do what he promised. If Connie couldn't handle it, Sopea would help personally, as long as Sean didn't really do anything to Connie.

Elviri drank some hot water and said, "When Sopea comes to see you, tell me and I'll go with you."

People of high status have a characteristic that they often care more about "rumors" than facts. Just like those big families, face is sometimes more important than life. Elviri believes that Connie will not make a random complaint, but Sopea will definitely want to get back at Connie, after all, Sean really made Connie cry.

But her Elviria's people were not so easy to bully either. It wasn't Sean's fault, and she didn't believe that Sopea would dare to embarrass Sean in front of her.

Sean blinked, "Is Miss Elviri protecting me?"

Elviri remained calm: "You called me a leader. Isn't it the leader's job to protect his subordinates?"

"That makes sense." Sean nodded, and then said, "Then I have one more thing to report to the leader."

Elviri: “Speak.”

"Actually, my body has almost recovered." Sean glanced at the potion on the bedside table and said.

He thought about it again and again, and finally decided not to continue pretending to be sick. The main reason was that he felt that this little trick would not fool the girl. Although it was wonderful to be taken care of by his sister-in-law, it would be very embarrassing if the girl found out.

On the other hand, the medicine doesn't taste good either. It tastes like expired yogurt with bitter ingredients added to it, and it has a very strange taste.

As it turned out, his idea was very correct.

The doctors here would personally hand over his physical condition and detailed test data to Elvira every day. To some extent, Elvira knew how Sean's body was recovering better than Sean himself.

"I thought you were going to pretend for a few more days." Elviri snorted, "This is the last recovery potion. The following potions will be replaced with what you need."

"I need?"

"Ah."

Sean has such great potential that Elviri doesn't want to waste it, so while everyone is free on the abstinence day, she invites a very powerful alchemist to help Sean check his physical condition and tailor a set of potion plans according to his needs, fundamentally improving the speed at which Sean cultivates his magic power.

There are not only magic potions that assist meditation, but also "gold forging potions" that enhance physical fitness. With the same magic conversion efficiency, the "stronger" and "healthier" the cells are, the more energy they will get.

In the early days of the Scholar's Era, this method of improving one's rank with the help of potions was considered unorthodox and was spurned by traditional wizards. It was not until the outbreak of the war that they realized that mysticism embraced everything and there was no distinction between right and wrong. In the words of novelists like Sean - spiritual practice is to go against the will of heaven, so what is the distinction between good and evil?

The only thing that matters is survival.

Many people died in that war, including many great magicians above rank seven.

Each of them has sufficient firepower and can form an army by themselves, but at the same time, each of them is as fragile as a piece of paper and the aftermath of the forbidden spell alone can turn them into ashes.

Most of the people who survived the war in the end were Vatican wizards who had been taking potions for a long time and had physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

War is undoubtedly cruel and often leads to the decline of a civilization, but occasionally, it can also awaken the world, prompting people to change their inherent cognition and make civilization progress.

After that war, the Vatican unified the continent, founded an empire, conferred titles and awarded lands to those who had made military achievements, and divided the country into more than ten kingdoms, allowing each grand ducal family to manage themselves. From then on, the Age of Scholars ushered in its heyday that lasted for hundreds of years.

"And then?" Sean asked.

Elviri said expressionlessly: "Forgot."

Sean: "..."

Did you lose your dream too?

"We'll talk about the rest later." Elviri didn't tell Sean that she hadn't thought of it yet. She just said, "I'm going to go back and rest. You should go to bed early."

Actually, she should have left after getting the potion. It was all because Sean was too talkative and she had to lose a lot of her beauty sleep.

Sean expressed his innocence, saying that it was Elvira who was basically talking and he was just listening, but the blame was put on him.

Elviri doesn't care about that.

In her opinion, she has never been a person who likes to chat with others, and she has no patience, especially with the opposite sex. But it is different with Sean. She always can't help but say a few more words to this guy. Is this her problem?

of course not.

Obviously it's Sean's problem.

Considering that this guy likes to hide things, Elviri has sufficient reason to suspect that this man may have practiced some kind of charm, so that even an ordinary action of pouring her a cup of hot water can make her feel warm...

This guy has a lot of tricks.

I must be more careful when getting along with Sean in the future!

"gone."

Elviri didn't stay any longer because she was really sleepy.

Sean watched the girl leave, took out the potion from the paper bag, looked at it, put it back, smiled and shook his head, then lay back on the bed and played with his phone.

Logically speaking, after having just had a bizarre lucid dream, he should be in a rather tired mental state, but for some reason, Sean didn't feel sleepy after lying down for quite some time. Maybe he had slept for three consecutive days and overslept too much?

Fortunately, he is not the only night owl.