I will be crowned king

[I must commend you for your sensitivity, dear parishioner; discovering the secret of this letter not only proves your desire for historical truth, but also your attention to detail. 】

[Believe me, for a conjurer, this is very important. 】

[And now that you have completed the most important ritual, what we have to do next is to make you a qualified spell caster...]

really.

In the dark tent, looking at the blood-condensed handwriting on the letter paper, Anson's lips curved into a sneer.

After learning the true identity of the "Black Mage", Anson once mistakenly thought that it was because of the teacher-student relationship that he allowed the other party to hand over the spells and rituals to him so simply.

Now it seems that the ritual is only the first step; becoming a real spell caster is far more than just a ritual; and the "black mage" can use the various links in the middle to seduce or control himself, and for used by him.

It fits the style of an underground evil organization and is no exception at all.

With some regret, Anson turned his attention to the next line:

[As you know, to this day, the blasphemous Church of Order still slanders the old gods; they claim that this 'terrible faith' will always be accompanied by death and disaster; every large-scale plague, infectious disease and supernatural event is related to We are related. 】

[But there is a saying that ‘the enemy is our mirror’; all kinds of slander, slander and fear also remind us that we must respect and be careful about the power we have. 】

[So as the first step as a spell caster, you must learn 'meditation'; this is a precious heritage from ancient times, a special technique that can help the caster quickly master power without losing control - then the first step , focus your awareness and keep it from spreading. 】

Concentrating his consciousness, he must not be distracted... Frowning slightly, Anson closed his eyes, and with a sharp sting on his forehead, the picture that emerged in his consciousness made everything in the darkness around him clear.

Although he is worried about the side effects of this "superpower", there is probably no better way than this; now he can concentrate wholeheartedly and does not even need to be distracted to open his eyes to "read" the content of the letter. .

As his body and mind gradually returned to calm, strange things began to happen in the originally empty sea of ​​consciousness; Anson gradually discovered that the scope of his consciousness was expanding along with the scope of what he could "see".

It's not even just that - in the previous attempts, Anson could only roughly estimate the range of what he could "see", and there would be slight deviations as his attention shifted.

But now he can judge the distance very accurately, and even has the illusion that "everything is under control":

Outside the camp, Lisa kept yawning and patrolling back and forth vigilantly;

Carl, who got up early and dealt with the internal affairs of the private regiment with dark circles under his eyes;

The recruits who had just finished their guard duty and fell asleep directly in the trench...

Their expressions, demeanor, small movements, even the soil under their feet, the cold wind blowing in their ears, the morning mist in the air... everything can be seen at a glance.

It's not like "seeing" at all, it's closer to being within reach.

Even the action of "looking at the next line of the letter" has changed from an action that originally needed to be completed to a simple idea.

He "wanted" to know the content of the next line, it came directly to his mind without looking at it, no more, no less.

[After completing the first step, you must have discovered the horror of this power. 】

The elegant blood-colored handwriting perfectly fits Anson's current thoughts.

[According to ancient books, curse magic is a power that 'denies and tamper with reality'; in ancient times, those powerful curse masters were often regarded by believers as gods, or as masters of some kind of natural power. messenger. 】

[This is of course nonsense - dear church member, you must have discovered that there is a limit to the range that you can control and sense, and this is the range that you can 'deny and tamper with'; no matter the methods are ever-changing, all curses The power of the mage is centered around it. 】

[Within this scope, you can deny and tamper with reality at will: speed up time, make water burn, turn flames into flowing streams... So, it comes to the next content. 】

The handwriting paused here, and "Black Mage" seemed to be hesitating for something.

[Of course, such a powerful power does not come without a price: first of all, the scope of what you can tamper with is naturally very limited; secondly, every spell cast needs to be prepared in advance, and there is an upper limit on its use. 】

[The principle is more complicated, because the preparation process for each spell casting is very long, so the conjurers a long time ago thought of a way to save the "prepared" magic and release it when it is used...]

After reading the second line, Anson roughly understood the relationship between conjurers and magic.

In other words, for the conjurer, "magic" is like a loaded rifle; even further, even the rifle must be "designed" and "manufactured" by himself - casting a spell only takes a moment, but the preparation work is very Long.

You must first design the magic you want to cast in your mind, and then perfect it bit by bit according to the "drawings", and the scope of the design cannot exceed the range that you can "tamper with."

For example, if he "imagines" a meteorite falling, the premise must be that the range he can tamper with is large enough to include the entire sky.

Or if he wants to design a powerful twenty-four-pound explosive bomb, the first thing he must ensure is that he himself will not be killed.

And as the design, or the content of the reality that is denied and tampered with becomes more refined and complex, the more steps and levels there are... the more time it takes.

No wonder the "Black Mage" reminds himself to pay attention to details... If you don't pay attention when preparing the spell, the end result will definitely be disastrous when casting the spell.

Considering that being able to "memory" (ammunition reserve) is the upper limit of existence...there are indeed many limitations to this kind of power.

But at the same time, the advantages are also terrible - the first is that it can be practiced quickly, and secondly, since magic can be memorized and prepared in advance, that means...

[You don’t really need to prepare or even create a magic from scratch: as early as 550 BC, after the first spellcaster recorded his original magic in a book, many magics have been preserved in written form in the world. . 】

[Most of them are kept in various secret or heavily guarded places, or destroyed by the Church of Order, or hidden in certain historical documents, waiting for future generations to discover...]

[And very fortunately, I happen to have such a magic book on curse magic. Now I officially hand it over to you. 】

[Dear church members, all you need to do is follow the methods and steps recorded above and repeat the process step by step, and you will be able to successfully complete the preparation and memory of a magic spell. 】

Well, another "lucky" - if the "Black Mage" were here now, he would probably be looking forward to seeing his shocked and grateful expression, right?

After gradually calming down, Anson, who was sitting cross-legged, began to refocus his attention and began to prepare the first spell of his career as a spellcaster according to the method recorded on the letter.

Thirty minutes later, I felt a slight stabbing pain in my chest near my heart.

As the supernatural power began to dissipate, Anson slowly opened his eyes, picked up the letter from the ground without saying a word, and carefully folded it into the shape of a paper airplane.

After opening the door curtain, Lisa was already asleep leaning against the wall outside the tent, with a ray of crystal hanging from the corner of her snoring mouth.

The expressionless Anson "imprinted" the magic that he had remembered in his consciousness on the paper airplane in his hand according to the method he just remembered; he breathed a sigh of relief and gently threw it to the sleeping Lisa.

The light paper airplane took off in the wind, and at the moment it was about to fall, it burned without warning.

"Bang!"

The dazzling firelight flashed in the air, and Lisa, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened from her sweet dream.

Looking at the scattered ashes and Lisa with a stunned expression, Anson showed a heartfelt smile on his face.

[...This is a very ancient spell. According to rumors, it is a part of a powerful magic. After thousands of years of being scattered and lost, only this last part remains. It is called by many spellcasters...]

【Gathering flames. 】