I Will Be The Crowned King

"thanks."

Anson, who greeted him with a smile, took the coffee from Bron, the steam and the faint fragrance swayed gently in the delicate gilded bone china cup, and ripples appeared on the surface of the cup.

Taking a small sip, the smooth taste mixed with sweetness and milky fragrance penetrated from the mouth all the way to An Sen's throat, and felt an obvious warmth all over his body, which was flowing in his body.

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

I don't know, I can't drink the difference at all, it seems to be stronger than the army's garbage coffee powder... With the corners of his mouth pursed, the smiling An Sen couldn't help but admire:

"Very mellow taste, very different from anything I've had before."

Mace Hornard smiled mildly, and gestured sideways to Bronne who was standing aside; the young bachelor who was pleased to understand put the tray on the coffee table beside the door, holding a black-covered book in front of Anson.

"This is……"

Anson stared at the cover of the book with wide-eyed eyes, and put the coffee cup to one side with slightly trembling hands; on some old covers, a line of elegant and smooth words was written with a pen - "Saints Calendar 70" Two Years: The Study of the Three Old Gods.

"Another surprise for you." Mace Hornard smiled:

"Because of the war and various accidents in the past few weeks, I have neglected to pay attention to your studies, which is very bad; you are no longer an ordinary believer of the old gods, but a spell caster, and there is a lot of necessary knowledge that is You need to get hold of it as soon as possible."

"It's a little bit unfortunate that, as a believer of Mutter, the king of black magic, it's hard for me to give you too much really useful advice except for the magic book and a little bit of basic common sense."

"But for any spellcaster who follows the path of the Three Old Gods, this book is a textbook-level required reading." Mace Hornard picked up a fork and cut a small piece of the cream round cake. Piece:

"Because of the suppression of the Church of the Blasphemy Order, the Old God School has never had a formal and systematic textbook, and it is difficult to print and publish research materials. Most of them are still mainly manuscripts and notes; A manuscript obtained from a certain family."

"Now, it's yours."

"Really?!" Anson was extremely surprised.

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

"No need to apologize, Professor."

Shaking his head invisibly, Bronne who looked at Anson said softly: "For Your Excellency Anson Bach, he really needs this note more than I do now."

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

"As ordered."

Bronn, who nodded slightly, showed no expression at all on his face.

"Any more questions to ask?" Mace Hornard, who looked back, smiled and said, "I don't have a class today, you can speak freely."

An Sen quickly took his attention away from the notes in his hand, looked up at the professor, and showed a gesture of asking for advice without losing his restraint:

"Professor, you mentioned in the three questions you answered at the last meeting that there are ranks among spellcasters, so what are the specifics?"

Hearing this question, Mace Hornard took a small sip from the coffee cup in his hand, and let out a long breath:

"You certainly won't forget the ode to the Three Old Gods, right?"

Only darkness can reveal light, only blood can be immortal, and only destruction can be great; the three odes correspond to the three old gods, Mutter, Pluto and Ayton... Anson nodded.

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

"The ancient Three Old Gods liberated mankind from their shackles, giving us not only extraordinary powers, but also a brand-new, evolutionary path."

"Many people, after completing the ritual, quickly mastered extraordinary and miraculous power without a teacher or through various attempts; some people tried to retain their past habits and only regarded this power as a useful tool; some People are quickly addicted to power, and their characters and personalities begin to become distorted; some people are desperate to accumulate more power, and finally get backlashed..."

Backlash... Anson's brows twitched.

He remembered Kroger Bernard, who devoured the body of the Blood Mage when he was in Thunder Castle. He was deprived of his body and consciousness by the constantly expanding and proliferating flesh and blood, and turned into a monster that only knew how to devour fresh flesh and blood.

Maybe it's a kind of "backlash"?

"The believers of the old gods who stay at this stage are collectively referred to as 'casters'-although they have faith in the old gods and extraordinary power, they have not really realized the true meaning of faith and their mission."

"That's the ultimate goal of an old **** believer becoming a spellcaster." Mace Hornard explained somewhat vaguely:

"But you're still far from that stage, and it's too early to say; in fact, for most spellcasters, we usually have five stages."

"Which five stages?"

"In the beginning, the spellcasters who completed the ritual soon; this is that they can perceive obvious changes in themselves, and quickly and proficiently master relatively basic magic; other than that, they are no different from most ordinary believers of the old gods. "

Anson nodded silently.

"And the second stage, that is, after a period of time after basically mastering their own changes; at this time, the caster has been able to use their abilities proficiently, and can control and strengthen their own power; some abilities that require preparation can only be used, It gradually becomes instinctive.”

Saying that, he is now between the first and second stages... Anson said silently in his heart.

"The third stage is a very important turning point for the vast majority of spellcasters; the sign of reaching this level is that you are not only proficient, but understand the essence of the ability; the performance is that you are no longer bound by the content of the magic book. , and can transform magic into the form he needs according to his needs."

Hmm, why does this sound a little familiar?

"When you reach the fourth stage~www.wuxiaspot.com~, your understanding of your own abilities will be improved to a higher level. The initial part will exceed the original limit, and even to a certain extent, you will be able to complete a qualitative leap."

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

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

An Sen, who was always silent, kept a somewhat stiff smile.

He finally knew why it sounded so familiar.

At the beginning, I started to study the technology after I gradually figured out the operation. I soon learned to use other people's original "magic". After using it for a period of time, I started to "improve" as needed. Finally, I thoroughly figured out the routine and created my own "magic"— - This set of "advanced theory" for the caster is similar to the office software tutorial he has learned in his previous life.

Well, how to describe it?

From entry to abandonment - the road to becoming a **** for a little white spellcaster?