Master Tongtian

More than ten days passed in a flash.

At noon that day, in Lilith's room, Cyrus taught Rosen the magic as usual.

Thanks to the huge income from selling paintings these days, the middle-aged mage was in a very good mood, and his eyes looked at Rosen much softer than at first.

Lilith was always watching, which greatly increased his tolerance for Rosen.

After all, no matter who you have trouble with, you can't have trouble with Jin Kelang.

"Teacher, I have somewhat understood the mystery of the mage's hand. Last night, I grabbed a piece of duck down."

Young Rosen's face was full of excitement, as if he had accomplished an incredible feat.

‘Pfft~’

Lilith's laughter came from the side: "Rosen, I bet you must have seen it wrong. That piece of duck down should have been blown up by your breath."

Rosen immediately argued: "No, I obviously caught it with the hands of a mage!"

"How about you catch it again and take a look?"

"I can't do it anymore, I've run out of mana."

"See, you're the one who blows it up with your breath!"

"you"

"alright!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Cyrus called out in time to stop.

He sighed secretly: "It's been almost half a month, and I haven't even mastered the magician yet." This little thing is so stupid! ’

Thinking back to the beginning, when the other party immediately entered into deep meditation, he thought he was a magic genius and was filled with jealousy.

Now it seems that it is just because the other party has simple thoughts and no distracting thoughts in his mind.

Seeing the young man's face turning red because he was being questioned, he comforted him with gentle words: "Little guy, don't be discouraged. I can feel that you are not far away from mastering the master's hand."

"Yes, mentor, I will definitely work hard!"

The young man pumped his fist vigorously, as if to cheer himself up.

After saying that, he asked again: "Teacher, when I master the magic hand, can I use this spell to grab rocks and throw them out to hit people?"

Cyrus was startled: "Throwing stones at people? How could you have such an idea?"

Rosen smiled shyly: "A few days ago, I saw a guard outside the window shooting an arrow into a thief's leg. I wondered if I could do the same thing with the hands of a mage."

Cyrus also knew this, and he didn't take it seriously. He laughed and said, "It's a very reasonable idea. But in actual operation, it's not very feasible."

Rosen looked curious: "Why?"

"This involves more profound knowledge of magic, and I can't explain it at the moment."

"I can only tell you that although magic begins with imagination, aimless and boundless imagination will only bring chaos and disaster."

"A safe and stable spell must be based on a rigorous and thoughtful logical world."

As he was speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a neatly dressed woman ran in quickly, possessed Lilith and whispered a few words in her ear.

Lilith changed slightly and waved to the woman: "Wait for me outside the door. I'll be right back."

After saying that, she turned to Cyrus and said, "Mr. Master, I have to go out in a hurry, so I won't disturb you."

"Go ahead."

Cyrus didn't seem to care, but Rosen, who was sitting opposite him, noticed that the middle-aged mage's eyelids were uncontrollably twitching several times.

Lilith left in a hurry, and after the door closed, Rosen clearly felt that Cyrus was a little distracted.

Rosen's heart moved, and he immediately asked: "Teacher, what is a rigorous and thoughtful logical world?"

"Hmm~ This involves a subject called 'geometry'. Using geometry, we can construct precise spell structures. Oh, why am I talking about this? This knowledge has far exceeded the current learning progress."

Rosen didn't give Cyrus any time to think, and immediately asked, "Teacher, what should I do to throw the pebbles far away?"

"Hmm~ This requires the caster to have magic power of special polarity, such as fire or wind. It is best to combine the two."

"Of course, compound mana is a mid-to-high-level skill, which is far beyond what you can master now. Ah, Rosen, I've said enough today. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to rest first."

After saying that, without waiting for Rosen to respond, Cyrus stood up in a hurry and walked out of the room quickly.

This is very unusual. Whether it is Lilith or Cyrus, their performance today is very unconventional.

There was a sound of the door opening next door, indicating that Cyrus had entered the room.

Rosen's heart moved slightly, and he immediately tiptoed to the peeping point, staring at the mirror on the wall.

He kept changing his angle and used his adventure log to quietly observe the situation in the next room.

Soon, he saw the situation in the house opposite.

After Cyrus entered the room, he went straight to the suitcase in the corner of the room, quickly opened the second drawer, and took out a crystal bottle from inside.

The crystal bottle contains dark blue liquid, crystal clear, like sapphire.

Cyrus opened the cork, drank the liquid in one gulp, then opened the third drawer and took out a gray-white hooded cloak with many silver patterns.

He put the cloak around him and waited for a moment, then something strange happened.

Rosen saw that the silver lines on the cloak emitted a faint white light. After a few seconds, the light around the cloak began to twist and change, just like twisting water waves.

In the ripples of the air, Cyrus' figure disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear, it became invisible.

Rosen saw that the door to the next door suddenly opened and then closed gently. It was obvious that someone had gone out.

He immediately trotted to the door, put his ear close to the door, and listened with bated breath. Sure enough, he heard the sound of faint footsteps disappearing quickly.

Lilith left suddenly after receiving urgent news, but Cyrus seemed to know the inside story and used his invisibility cloak to quietly leave the hotel.

A moment's thought would tell that he most likely followed Lilith out.

But what are they going out for?

Why such a rush?

Rosen knew nothing, and with his current ability, he had no ability to investigate.

After thinking about it, he found that the safest way at present was to pretend that he didn't know anything, stay in the hotel room and wait and see.

In this case, Rosen put away his distracting thoughts and began to study the hand of the mage.

Unlike what appeared on the outside, he had already used the magic hand that night, and the next day, he had enough magic power to lift the teapot.

Now that almost half a month has passed, Rosen, who meditates on the singularity of creation every day between the limits of life and death, has begun to take shape in his body's mana.

However, he didn't know how far this mana was compared to Cyrus, and he didn't know how to use this strange power, so naturally he didn't dare to act rashly.

He recalled what Sellers had said before: ‘Fire or air polarity, use geometry to build precise logical structures. ’

He thought back to a sentence he had sneaked into his spell notes three days ago.

‘For spells of low level and below, the marginal effect produced by mana activation is negligible. Similar functions can be achieved by simply simulating the physical structure of the objective world. ’

The two are connected, Rosen couldn't help but think.

"My mana should be of flame polarity. So, if I build an imaginary modern musket in the thinking world, should it be able to project stones quickly?"

If he can really do it, he will have mastered a very powerful combat skill, but this idea is also very risky. If he makes a mistake, he may lose his life.

If today's changes had not occurred, Rosen would have continued to accumulate magic knowledge and move forward steadily.

But the current situation gave him a sense of urgency that a storm was coming.

If he doesn't take action, when danger comes again, he will still be a lamb to be slaughtered. Whether he can survive depends entirely on the thoughts of others.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Since I've tried meditation once, what if I try spells again?"

After making up my mind, inspiration suddenly came to my mind.

"It's not a real gun. There's no need to imitate all the mechanical structures of a real gun. Just imagine a single-opening cylindrical iron pipe filled with gunpowder. Wouldn't it be able to shoot?"

He'll do it right away!