Infinity Throne

"go."

Cerberus stopped where he was and stopped moving forward.

She said softly, signaling Yi Lin to walk in front of the seven monarchs.

"Why?"

Yi Lin asked.

Cerberus turned back, looking at Yi Lin with cold eyes, but quickly closed his eyes, stood upright, and said slowly: "If you want to learn more about magic."

The implication is that you can't fall in love with her.

Yi Lin nodded and smiled, indicating that she understood.

There was a strange pressure faintly felt on the seven monarchs.

Their eyes fell on Yi Lin, as if they were seven mountains. Yi Lin's shoulders sank, as if he was being pressed hard to the ground.

"A show of force?"

Yi Lin chuckled, raised his head, and met seven different eyes. The thought power armor spread all over his body silently. In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and Yi Lin walked with relaxed steps to the empty seat specially reserved under the high platform.

After walking down the red carpet, Yi Lin felt a little annoyed - she should have walked humming a song just now, which would have made her look more stylish.

"it's him?"

Among the seven monarchs, there is a blonde woman with long hair. She looks to be in her thirties, with a mature charm that is as bright as a blooming flower. But the expression on her face made it difficult for people to think of a man or woman. It was cold, like an emotionless corpse.

On the woman's shoulder, a black cat sat quietly. The black cat's green vertical pupils were staring straight at Yi Lin.

the woman asked.

Asked by Bartholomew Dylan.

Bartholomew Dylan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, did not deny it and nodded: "Monarch El-Melloi IV, that's him."

"Ah."

Lord El-Melloi IV and the black cat sitting on her shoulder looked away at the same time.

Standing on the far left, an old man with short hair and white hair, wearing a thick blue magician's costume, had a weird smile on his face, half-smile but not a smile, and said from the side: "Weak magician bloodline."

His words hit the nail on the head.

Obviously, there is a special connection between magicians and magicians.

This should be the "magic concentration" mentioned in the book.

Magic is the magician's second life.

A magician is as sensitive to magic as he is to breathing air. They can clearly feel the concentration of magic power around the target, just like they can personally experience the thinness and richness of the air.

"So, I should be getting started too?"

"The pressure they just put on me was probably something like that."

"Normally speaking, in the circle of apostles, almost no one can make me feel pressured just by their momentum."

Yi Lin thought to himself.

Bartholomew Dillon knew other monarchs had similar thoughts.

The blond boy sitting in the wheelchair smiled slightly, looked at the gloomy old man, and said softly: "Dear Lord Archibald, if I tell you, this distinguished guest from the East, in five days Didn’t you know almost nothing about magic before?”

"What!"

The expressions of the remaining six monarchs changed after hearing this.

After Bartholomew Dylan said those words, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Yi Lin.

Yi Lin frowned slightly.

Next is a simple awarding ceremony.

Cerberus held the sterling silver tray.

Neatly stacked inside is a set of noble and elegant magician uniforms.

Yi Lin shook it off and took a look, and suddenly understood why there was such an exaggerated array here today.

Seven monarchs and thousands of magician apprentices!

It turns out that what was held in the first classroom was the awarding ceremony of the "color scale"!

Yi Lin is the new magician who was awarded the "Color Level"!

"congratulations."

Bartholomew Dillon said.

Yi Lin looked at the "Color Level" magician uniform in Cerberus's hand, but did not take it immediately. He sighed softly: "With my status, it is impossible for me to join your Clock Tower."

"Guest from the East, you are worrying too much." Bartholomew Dylan shook his head: "The only thing that can restrain you is knowledge."

"What's the meaning?"

"Remember that sentence you saw on the street sign?" A rare trace of rosiness appeared on the boy's pale face.

"Is it possible to pass on mystery as knowledge forever...? Interesting."

Yi Lin shook off the magician's uniform, and the sleeves were deep black.

Starting today, he was officially awarded the "Black Rank" by Bartholomew Dylan and became a "Black Magician".

This matter spread throughout the clock tower in a very short period of time.

Every apprentice learned this.

There was a guest from the East who, within five days, won the favor of the monarch Bartholomew and was personally awarded the rank of "Color".

That is second only to the crown!

Throughout the history of the Clock Tower, only great magicians or people with special talents can be granted this high level.

If the apprentice who secretly despised Yi Rin in the library not long ago was just a kindergarten student, then Yi Rin instantly skipped kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university courses in one day and was admitted as a master's degree by exception. .

until night.

After the show.

Yi Lin was in her room, still thinking about the profound meaning of Bartholomew Dylan's move.

Yi Lin believes that there is no gratuitous generosity and no gratuitous gifts.

Among them, there must be a reason that Yi Lin cannot understand at the moment.

what is it then?

But it is undeniable that since obtaining the color level, Yi Lin's actions in the clock tower have become unrestrained.

He can swagger into every classroom as the "Black Magician".

Even when Yi Lin was walking on the road, there were cute school girls who came up to ask for advice. Some bold school girls even made excessive demands to go back to their rooms for in-depth academic discussions.

Yi Lin worked hard to reject many well-meaning invitations.

Half a month later.

Yi Lin was walking on the road and met Gu Tianqing.

After not seeing each other for a while, Gu Tianqing didn't seem to have changed much.

"My respected president, you are doing well now."

Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Lin's stylish magician uniform and smiled.

"Just average."

Yi Rin responded with a smile.

The two stopped for a brief exchange.

Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this period. He left the clock tower for a while and went to a Gypsy gathering place. It was said that it was related to his deck of tarot cards.

certainly,

In fact, the two of them didn't know each other well enough to have a heart-to-heart talk.

After a brief exchange, Yi Lin prepared to go to the library.

Today, I was sitting in on the "Curse Department" class. In the "Practical Application of Curse Magic" lectured by a senior lecturer with the rank of "Sacrifice", Yilin was confused by some of the magic principles and was going to the library to find relevant books. Take it overnight.

He is very busy.

Before leaving.

Gu Tianqing gradually moved away, and a faint laughter came: "Time is running out."

Yi Lin was slightly startled when he heard this.

When he turned around again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"God stick."

Yi Lin silently raised her middle finger in the direction Gu Tianqing left.

Find an opportunity and beat him up.

I really couldn't bear it anymore.

An idea came to Yi Lin's mind and she came to the library again.

Yi Lin is already able to use the soul out-of-body technique with ease.

Habitually placing hundreds of books on the stairs, spread out layer by layer, Yi Lin patted her chest again to become mentally alert.

In the library, there are fewer and fewer books that Yi Lin can focus on reading.

There are similarities in the theories in many books, and some books even have contradictory theories.

During this period of study, Yi Lin gradually formed her own understanding of "magic".

In the eyes of many people, this "Black Magician" who was admitted under special circumstances is a complete weirdo.

Yi Lin has always been silently observing in class, never speaking, and no one has ever witnessed this new black magician perform even a simple magic trick with his own hands.

Someone once inadvertently witnessed Yi Lin holding on to the lecturer after class, asking tricky questions, chatting with the lecturer, and running away with the lecturer sweating profusely.

If anyone else dared to ask such blind questions, the lecturer would just give him a cold look and ignore him.

But it happened that this was the color magician personally awarded by that monarch, Bartholomew, and every lecturer did not dare to neglect it.

later,

As soon as many lecturers saw Yi Lin, a weirdo, appeared in class, and there were only a few minutes left before the end of get out of class, they found various reasons to leave early, never letting Yi Lin get the slightest chance.

This also made Yi Lin extremely depressed.

Those lecturers seem to be getting more and more slippery lately.

You can't just sneak into someone else's room in the dead of night, right?

This doesn't seem to be a good idea.

Time flies.

Another half month passed for Yi Lin.

In the past half month, Yi Lin has almost been in seclusion.

this day.

After sunset.

Yi Lin sat high up on the spiral staircase.

He stuffed one of the astronomy-related books back on the bookshelf.

It's been more than a month since we arrived at the Clock Tower.

During this period of time, Yi Lin was like a dry sponge, frantically absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

With the support of extraordinary mental attributes and the method of "soul out of body", Yi Lin almost spent a month to complete what others could learn in several years.

But,

Compared with the monarch's knowledge, it is still far behind.

But Yi Lin thinks this is not important.

Because his purpose here is not to become a great magician.

Magic is an ancient and unfamiliar technology.

But this technology has too many limitations.

A magician needs to be in a "basic" that he is familiar with in order to exert his greatest power.

In a different environment, the ability will be greatly weakened.

However, magic has a long history and has already formed a complete and rich set of theories. What Yi Lin is currently doing is to learn the essence of this theory, and then integrate it to perfect his own "free method".

Self-dharma, unrestrained and free, has the ability to exert terrifying power no matter where, when, or where, without any medium.

Yi Lin vaguely felt that she seemed to have touched a certain threshold.

But for a while, he couldn't tell.

Magic is not so much playing with knowledge as it is bending the rules in a way that is "different from common sense".

"rule……"

Yi Lin lowered his head, put on the hanging ring, and focused on the space in front of him.

He moved his hands out of thin air in front of him, as if holding an invisible ball.

Don't get me wrong, Yi Lin is not rubbing the "Annihilation Ball" at the moment, but... something more ethereal.

Crystal patterns, magic, magic, and related theories flashed through Yi Lin's mind.

Deep pain began to emanate from the brain.

The wail of brain cells reached my ears.

The functioning of the brain is beyond imagination.

Yi Lin's whole body felt hot, and her spiritual power was rapidly passing away at a terrifying speed.

I don’t know how long it took.

Yi Lin forgot where she was.

He forgot he was in the library.

Forgot the passage of time.

All his attention was focused on his palms, as if he was trying to carve out a wonderful future.

"boom!"

Sudden,

Yi Lin felt a sharp pain coming from the back of her head.

It seemed like... it exploded.

The next second,

A terrifying brute force drove Yi Lin's face directly to the bookshelf.

Yi Lin momentarily had the illusion of being hit on the back of the head by a truck.

next to.

Miriam, who had a serious expression, slowly lowered her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yi Lin's ears were ringing and she got up from the scattered books in embarrassment.

The sharp pain in the back of her head made Yi Lin feel as if she had been stabbed and the pain was excruciating.

There was heat in his nostrils. Yi Lin touched it and hissed... his nosebleed.

Yi Lin covered the back of her head with one hand and her nose with the other. She turned her head expressionlessly and stared at Mirien, who was wearing a long skirt and had an innocent expression. She almost squeezed out three words through her teeth: "Are you sick?"

Fortunately, Yi Lin had a moment where she mistakenly thought that something was wrong with her rubbing, which made her brain go crazy, so she felt such discomfort as numbness and pain.

It turns out not to be.

It was Miriam who suddenly ran out and slapped him onto the bookshelf.

However, Mirien's face did not show any sense of guilt for having done something wrong.

Instead, he held his head high and said confidently: "You are sick."

"I've tolerated you for a long time." Yi Lin knew that this conversation could no longer continue.

So he silently took out [Redemption and Destruction] from the storage space and began to calculate what ability he should use to minimize the damage to the clock tower.

"You were smoking here just now." Mirien pointed hard at the position of the Tianling Gai, using herself to indicate Yilin's strangeness just now: "I thought you were sick, so I came to save you."

Yi Lin was startled when he heard this.

Three minutes later.

Under Mirien's clumsy explanation, Yilin finally understood what had just happened.

To put it simply: there was smoke coming out of his head just now.

Miriam wanted to help.

But she doesn't understand.

So she used the most direct and brutal method.

That's why Yi Lin was slapped onto the bookshelf and given some blood.

Yi Lin rubbed the sore bridge of his nose and the back of his head.

Although he had a special constitution and the bleeding had stopped long ago, Mirien's strength was not limited, and Yi Lin felt a pain in the back of her head, which has not eased until now.

Can smoke still emit from a person's head?

Yi Lin recalled the feeling of concentration just now, which seemed a bit dangerous, and in front of Miriam, Yi Lin had no intention of continuing to try that dangerous "experiment". So he asked: "What are you doing here?"

Let’s get down to business.

Mirien shook the golden hair on her forehead excitedly: "Lord Barthelmero said that Avalon... no, there is news that Avalon's treasure can be taken out!"

Yi Lin was stunned when he heard this.

Then he nodded helplessly.

"The vacation is over."