Chương 170: The Magician's Mini-Lesson Begins!

Frilian waved the small wooden stick in her hand.

Swish swish— The wooden stick made a clear sound as it whistled through the air; it looked very springy.

This is a teaching tool that Xia En prepared for her; Xia En calls it a "teaching whip".

Although Frilian didn't quite understand why a stick would be associated with a "whip," to be fair, holding this thing in her hand immediately gave her an urge to go to class.

Snapped.

The pointer struck the wooden table with a crisp sound.

Frillie looked ahead.

"Are you all ready?"

On the opposite side of the table.

The three girls immediately perked up.

"Ready."

After saying that, he looked obediently at Frilian, waiting for the lesson to begin.

Sudden.

Yubel, sitting to Philon's left, turned and looked at Philon's right with a puzzled expression.

"So, why are there three?"

The "third person" she questioned peeked out from beside Philen, smiled at Yubel, and said, "Hello, my name is Ellu, nice to meet you."

Her posture was graceful and poised, her voice clear and melodious, and she took the initiative to extend her hand to Yubel.

Yubel looked the other person up and down.

She wore a white high-necked belted top, a dark green knee-length skirt, and a purple long cape. Her short hair was neatly combed behind her ears, and she exuded an academic and dignified air.

She didn't reach out to shake his hand.

"You're a student at the magic academy, right? What are you doing in this private classroom?"

Ailu choked for a moment.

Somewhat embarrassed, he withdrew his hand, feeling a little awkward for a moment.

Xia En, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore. He coughed lightly and whispered a reminder: "Yubel, watch your manners."

Yubel glanced at Shane and pursed his lips.

Reluctantly, I said "Oh" and sat back down.

Ailu smiled gratefully at Shane, then turned around and sat up straight again.

She had heard from her grandfather that Shane and the others had arrived in [Oisast], so she came over specifically to say hello.

It just so happened that Frillie was giving Philon and Yubel special training, so I managed to audit the class.

Everyone seemed very serious.

Frillie nodded in satisfaction.

"Before we begin the practical training, I'd like to give you a rundown of the current state of magic, so that you can better understand it in your subsequent practice."

The three little ones nodded.

Xia En sat down in a corner of the room, took out a small bag of sunflower seeds from his pocket, and started pretending to eat them. These were classroom snacks that Philon had specially prepared for him so he wouldn't get bored.

"In the magical world, people usually divide magic into two categories based on their different uses: combat magic and life magic, the latter often referred to as occupational magic. For example, [normal attack magic] belongs to combat magic, while [the magic to conjure hot tea] belongs to occupational magic."

Ailu nodded obediently.

The first chapter of "An Introduction to Magic" is about this.

This division is simple and easy to understand.

"This categorization is too superficial," Frillian stated, offering a completely different perspective from school teaching. She continued, "This categorization ignores the evolution and fundamental principles of magic. Especially in actual combat, simply knowing whether a spell belongs to 'combat magic' or 'class magic' does not help a mage understand their opponent and the magic they use."

"Therefore, I prefer another way of classifying them."

As she spoke, Frilian summoned her staff and drew two magic circles in the air.

"[Natural Magic] and [Spell Magic]"

"Taking Vlamed's creation of the human magic system as a dividing point, most of the magic created before that time belonged to the category of 'natural magic'; the magic that appeared afterward clearly took the route of 'spell magic'."

The three little ones all looked bewildered.

Obviously.

This was the first time they had ever heard such a statement.

Especially Ubel.

Since demonstrating her amazing magical talent, she has easily obtained a level 5 or higher magician certification after only attending a magic school for a short period of time.

Their strength is ridiculously high, but their theoretical knowledge is as weak as a piece of paper.

Hearing Frillie's explanation, she was completely bewildered. Whether it was a wrong classification or a correct one, she was utterly confused.

Frillie noticed her state and deliberately slowed down her speech.

"Let's start with [Nature Magic]."

"Just like its name suggests, this magic requires a very high level of talent from the mage. Generally speaking, the caster can use various elements that exist in nature, such as wind, fire, water, and earth, to accumulate and mobilize these powers by chanting incantations."

She gripped the staff with both hands, held it upright in front of her, closed her eyes, and waited a moment. Then, a gentle breeze blew from the staff.

A gentle breeze swirled around the room, brushing against everyone's faces and bringing a refreshing coolness.

This is the magic of creating a gentle breeze.

Frillian continued, "As you just saw, because it requires resonance with the elements of nature, the casting process of [Nature Magic] is often quite long, and its power is greatly affected by environmental factors."

"A thousand years ago, the vast majority of mages were skilled in this type of magic. As a result, mages at that time relied heavily on the [vanguard]. In a standard adventure party, the most indispensable role was the [vanguard]."

Philen replied thoughtfully, "Without the cover of [Avant-garde], it's difficult for mages to get enough time to chant."

Ailu continued, "So, the reason why [Guvar] was able to kill more than 70% of the mages in that region in such a short time was because his [Penetrating Magic] was so fast that it didn't give his opponents any time to cast?"

"That's right."

Frillie gave the two of them an approving look.

"The flaws of [Natural Magic] are inherent and cannot be overcome. Therefore, when promoting and establishing the human magic system, the Great Magician Volame chose to vigorously develop [Spell Magic]."

As she spoke, she casually constructed a magical pattern in the air.

"Actually, [Spell Magic] and [Nature Magic] appeared at roughly the same time, but early [Spell Magic] was less powerful and inferior to [Nature Magic] in terms of both magnificence and intimidation, so it has always been a niche art form."

"Furthermore, before human society adopted magic, only demons, elves, and dwarves systematically used magic. These three races have a natural affinity for natural forces, making the practice of [natural magic] their first choice without a doubt."

"But humans are much weaker in this respect."

"Humans cannot establish a deep connection with nature on their own; the accumulation and use of magical power requires the aid of [spell formulas]. Casting magic also relies heavily on the construction of [spell formulas]. This circuitous method of using magic has accelerated the development and iteration of [spell formula magic]."

The rapid spread of [Spell Magic] in the human world has, in turn, spurred magical innovations in other races.

In today's magical world, most of the powerful spells you are familiar with fall under the category of "spellcasting."

"For example, the 'Guillotine Aura,' one of the Seven Sages of the Demon Clan, possesses the 'Obedience to the Balance' magic, which is one of the pinnacles of spell magic."

She tapped her staff lightly, and the pale blue magical patterns in the air, under her control, spun, transformed, twisted, and constantly disassembled and reassembled.

"Therefore, learning to analyze and counter [spellcasting] is a fundamental skill that every powerful mage must master."

Yubel asked, puzzled, "How do I do that?"

Frillie succinctly explained, "Feel how the magic flows within the [spell], trace the specific shape of the spell along the direction of the magic flow, find the [key node], and dismantle it."

"It's like smashing the pillars supporting a house."

Fleurian conjured a defensive spell in front of everyone.

She changed the light blue hexagonal patterns in the [Defense Magic], sometimes making the patterns tighter, sometimes looser.

He further explained, "Just like the most commonly used [defense magic], while it provides very strong defense, it is not completely invincible and still has weaknesses. In battle, the key to victory lies in being able to seize upon these weaknesses and precisely break through their defenses."

"Now, let's give it a try."

As she spoke, she looked at Xia En.

Xia En put away the melon seeds in his hand and immediately took out three identical wooden boxes from his backpack.

The wooden box was about the size of a palm, with a smooth surface and no decorations. It looked ordinary, but there was a clear flow of magical energy on it.

"This is a magical artifact made by Shane, a simple storage box that no one but Shane can open."

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"Now, you have five hours to tell me what's in the box."

97 Five hours — The girls couldn't believe it.

Deciphering the spell on a magical artifact in five hours?

This is way too difficult.

Yubel picked up the wooden box, weighed it in his hand, and then shook it near his ear—there was no sound at all.

She tried to infuse the box with magic, but it didn't react at all.

The three girls exchanged glances, all seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

But no one raised any objections.

The three girls, each clutching their own box, left the room.

After everyone left, Shane moved closer to Frillie.

"Having a pop quiz in the first class? That's a bit too fast."

"Didn't you suggest I increase the difficulty?"

"I never expected you to teach [Magic Analysis] so directly!"

Frillie stroked her chin and thought for a moment, "But this is already the simplest magic I can think of."

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"" Xia En was speechless.

Do you have some misunderstanding about simplicity?

A few days ago.

Inside a room in the city of Oisaster.

【Selene】sat barefoot and cross-legged on the main seat.

The posture was very casual.

Her long, golden hair, reaching her waist, cascaded down her back, while the two strands hanging in front of her were simply tied up, exuding a sense of languid ease with a touch of restraint.

She rested her chin on her hand, her expression calm and indifferent, exuding a sense of nonchalance.

She was listening to Lylene give a report.

The other party explained the handling of the recent incident of "ancient books going missing during transportation" and the results of the analysis of the contents of the ancient books.

"The recovered ancient books were undamaged, and they also came with a very helpful explanation, which noted the order in which the books were written and the specific time span of the contents, saving us a lot of trouble."

"Similar to the previous batches of documents, there are relatively few records about the [Sage], and most of the content focuses on the Archmage Vlame."

Upon hearing this, Celia yawned.

Lyle noticed, closed the file in his hand, walked over and handed the document to Celia. Then he went to the table next to her and filled her teacup.

Celia took the file, didn't even look at it, and threw it back on the table.

"It's Vlamé again. Isn't there anything new?"

After saying that, he reached out and picked up the tea that Lylene had poured.

I blew on it gently and took a sip.

"Is the person who retrieved the ancient book the same 'Sage Shain' you mentioned before?"

"Yes.

"" Celia narrowed her eyes.

"The Sage, ah, it's been a long time since I've seen her."

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"I've never liked those guys."

"And their ridiculous proverb: Anyone can study to become a 'sage' regardless of their talent, because those who are destined to become 'sages' will naturally become so. Ha, what a laughable statement."

"Seeing, understanding, deducing, creating—these are the levels they've set for themselves, which is quite interesting. It's just a pity that of all the sages I've met, apart from Evish, none of them have been able to reach the last step, and very few have even reached the third step."

Celia put down her teacup, rested her chin on one hand, and rhythmically patted her knee with the other.

"In my opinion, the 'Sages' are nothing more than a bunch of bookworms who just parrot what their predecessors have said. Since such a boring profession has been discontinued, let it go."

"Is there anything else?"

Celia's tone became somewhat impatient.

Lylene nodded slightly.

"I want to bring both Gennau and Zanze with me to next year's Level 1 Mage exam."

"reason."

"The selection and leadership of the [Level 1 Magicians] requires the training of new successors."

Celia paused for a moment as she patted her knee.

She looked at Lylene.

"More than 50 years have passed—you've grown old, Lylene."

Lylein's wrinkled face remained expressionless; he lowered his head slightly and did not reply.

Seria didn't seem to expect the other person to respond. She picked up her teacup again and replied, "Permission granted."

With Celie's permission, Lylene nodded slightly again, bowed, and turned to leave.

After a while.

Only Celia remained in the room.

She stared blankly at the door that Lylene had closed as she left for a while before bringing the tea she was holding to her lips.

As a result, he stopped drinking after just one sip.

"It's already cold—"

"It got cold so quickly even though I was holding it in my hand, which is really disappointing."

Celia looked at the teacup in her hand and muttered something under her breath, it was unclear whether she was talking about the tea or a person. Then, she put down the teacup and looked at the rolled-up file on the table— That was the file that Lylene had just handed to her, a compilation of the contents of the [ancient book].

She turned to the first page.

The name Vlamé came into view.

Celia's gaze lingered on that name for a long time before she carefully took the file, laid it flat on her knees, lowered her head, and began to read.

The room was very quiet.

She read very slowly.

The sound of pages turning was particularly clear in the empty room.

Outside.

Following behind Lylene, Falshu raised his hand to push up his glasses and glanced at the closed door behind him with some curiosity.

"Lady Celia was very concerned about these [ancient books] before, and even scolded us for being incompetent when she found out they were lost—why is she no longer concerned now that the analysis results are out?"

Falshuu was a little confused.

Hearing his question, Lylene turned and glanced at the door at the end of the corridor.

He didn't understand his teacher's thoughts.

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