I will be crowned king

"Thanks."

Anson smiled in greeting and took the coffee from Brohn's hand. The steaming heat and faint aroma swayed gently in the exquisite gold-plated patterned bone china cup, causing some ripples on the surface of the cup.

He took a small sip, and the smooth taste mixed with sweetness and milk penetrated from his mouth to Anson's throat. He felt an obvious warmth flowing through his body.

"How do you feel?" Mace Honnard, who was also holding a coffee cup, asked casually.

I don’t know, I can’t tell the difference at all. It seems to be better than the army’s garbage coffee powder... He pursed his lips slightly and smiled Anson couldn’t help but admire:

“The taste is very mellow and very different from what I’ve had before.”

Mace Honard smiled gently and glanced sideways at Broun who was standing aside. The young bachelor who understood happily placed the tray on the coffee table beside the door, holding a black-covered book and placed it in front of Anson.

"This is……"

The wide-eyed Anson stared at the cover of the book, placing the coffee cup on one side with slightly trembling hands; there was a line of elegant and smooth words written in pen on some old covers - "Calendar of Saints Seventy-Nine" Year Two: Research on the Three Old Gods.

"Another surprise for you." Mace Honard smiled:

"Due to the war and various accidents in the past few weeks, I have been neglecting your studies. This is very bad; you are no longer an ordinary believer of the old gods, but a spell caster. There is a lot of necessary knowledge. You need to master it as soon as possible.”

"It's a little unfortunate that as a follower of Mutt, the King of Dark Magic, it's difficult for me to give you much really useful advice other than magic books and a little bit of basic common sense."

"But for any spellcaster who follows the path of the three old gods, this book can be called a textbook-level required reading." Mace Honard picked up his fork and cut a small piece of the cream round cake. piece:

"Due to the suppression of the blasphemous Church of Order, the Old God Sect has never had a structured and systematic textbook, and it is difficult to print and publish research materials. Most of them are still based on manuscripts and notes. This notebook is what I wrote by chance. A manuscript obtained from a certain family.”

"Now, it's yours."

"Really?!" Anson said in great surprise.

"Of course it's true. Ah...but I seemed to have lent it to Bronn before." Mace Honnard seemed to suddenly remember, and then turned his eyes to the young bachelor beside him: "Sorry, I should first I’m asking for your opinion.”

"No need to apologize, Professor."

Blown shook his head invisibly, looked at Anson and said softly: "For His Excellency Anson Bach, he does need this note more than me now."

"I will make it up to you later, remember to remind me." Mace Honnard put down his fork and said with a serious expression.

"As commanded."

Blown nodded slightly, with no expression on his face at all.

"Do you have any more questions?" Mace Hornard looked away and smiled: "I don't have classes today, so you can feel free to speak freely."

Anson quickly took his attention away from the notes in his hand, looked up at the professor, and showed a reserved gesture of asking for advice:

"Professor, you mentioned in the three questions you answered at the last gathering that there are levels among spellcasters, so what are they specifically?"

Hearing this question, Mace Honnard picked up the coffee cup in his hand and took a sip, letting out a deep breath:

"You will definitely not forget the hymn praising the three old gods, right?"

Only darkness can reveal light, only blood can achieve immortality, and only destruction can achieve greatness; the three lines of hymn correspond to the three old gods, Mutt, Pluto and Aton... Anson nodded.

"In fact, these three sentences not only mean three different roads, but also imply different directions." Mace Honard gently kneaded the handle of the coffee cup, his voice was deep and low:

"The ancient Three Old Gods liberated mankind from the shackles, not only giving us extraordinary power, but also giving us a new, evolutionary path."

“After completing the ritual, many people quickly mastered extraordinary and miraculous powers without any teacher or through various attempts; some people tried to retain their past habits and just used this power as a useful tool; some people People quickly become addicted to power, and their character and personality begin to become distorted; some people desperately accumulate more power, and finally suffer backlash..."

Backlash... Anson raised his eyebrows.

He thought of Kroger Bernard, who after devouring the blood mage's corpse in Thunder Castle, was deprived of his body and consciousness by the expanding and proliferating flesh and blood, and turned into a monster that only knew how to continuously devour new flesh and blood.

Maybe it's a kind of "backlash"?

"The believers of the old gods who are stuck at this stage are collectively called 'spellcasters' - although they have faith in the old gods and extraordinary power, they have not yet truly realized the true meaning of their faith and their mission."

"That is the ultimate goal of an Old God believer to become a spellcaster." Mace Honard explained somewhat vaguely:

"But you are still far from that stage now, and it is too early to say this; in fact, for most spellcasters, we usually divide it into five stages."

"What five stages?"

"In the beginning, the spellcasters shortly after completing the ritual; this is because they can sense obvious changes in themselves and quickly and skillfully master relatively basic magic; other than that, they are no different from most ordinary believers of the old gods. "

Anson nodded silently.

"The second stage is after a period of time when the caster has basically mastered his own changes; at this time, the caster has become proficient in using his own abilities, and can control and strengthen his own power; some abilities that require preparation before they can be used, It gradually becomes instinctive.”

So, I am now between the first and second stages... Ansen said silently in his heart.

"The third stage is a very important turning point for most spellcasters; the sign of reaching this level is that you are not just proficient, but understand the essence of the ability; the performance is that you are no longer limited to the contents of the magic book , and be able to transform magic into the form you need as needed."

Well, why do these words sound familiar?

"When you reach the fourth stage, your understanding of your own abilities will reach a higher level. You will begin to partially surpass your original limits, and you will even be able to complete a qualitative leap to a certain extent."

Anson, who listened carefully, felt that what the professor said was becoming more and more familiar to him.

"And the sign of the fifth stage is to start creating your own magic... Haha, although most spellcasters are not keen on this."

Anson, who was always silent, maintained a somewhat stiff smile.

He finally knew why it sounded so familiar.

At first, I gradually understood the operation and then started to delve into the technology. I soon learned to use the "magic" created by others. After using it for a while, I started to "improve" according to the needs. Finally, I completely understood the routine and created my own "magic" - —This set of "advanced theories" for spellcasters is similar to the office software tutorials he learned in his previous life.

Well, how to describe it?

From getting started to giving up—the path to becoming a god for a novice spell caster?