Shaman from Afar

The sky was slightly bright, and Isaac Grantham woke up early.

Like all "real" wizards, he hates sleep as a "necessary part of the physical body"; meditation can restore mental fatigue, but it cannot relieve the physical.

For him, sleep is equivalent to "a mind full of wisdom and inspiration" to pause for a full six hours of thinking, plus two hours can not maintain absolute concentration-even if it is only a rough estimate, it is equivalent to a lifetime One third of the time is wasted in vain, which is simply unacceptable.

Of course, in the eyes of Isaac, the so-called "real wizard" is probably within the scope of the entire empire, and probably only himself.

But today, he has the urge to fall asleep directly-preferably the kind of "wake up, the third day".

Fear is a kind of intensely depressed emotional experience produced by wanting to get rid of and unable to do anything when facing a dangerous situation. The specific performance can be excitement, anger, panic, excitement, pain ...

In any case, this is one of the physical and conscious instincts; Isaac is no stranger to all wizards who have been exposed to the inexplicable power of the void.

But it was the first time when these excitements, panic, excitement, pain ... appeared at the same time.

Although he grinned all night and even stiffened and twitched his entire face, he still couldn't restrain this unexplained fear.

Isaac finally understood the reason why he had no gods—because now he did n’t even know what he was afraid of.

Startled, he raised his head and looked at the strange figure in the mirror.

Ivory cardigan lapel long-sleeved trench coat with cumbersome thorns pattern all over the cuffs and buttons; the backing is amaranth red shirt with bright golden tassels and one-shoulder cloak on the right shoulder. Under a pair of fawn leather gloves, it fits perfectly with the palm of your hand.

A simple belt lined the windbreaker's hem, and simple cuff-link leather boots supported the calf with a heel, coupled with a cloak and a slim windbreaker, and stiffly set off a tree-like figure.

The tall ones are not like themselves anymore.

For a long time, Isaac had never understood the necessity of dressing-he could understand the connection between clothing and feudal social hierarchy, and he could understand that humans, such as "significantly degraded" animals, needed clothing to protect their fragile body. .

But he just could n’t understand the necessary connection between wearing clothes and “beautiful”; just like Lena de Salleone, her most beautiful thing is the facial expression she thinks about, and she has n’t seen her put all her clothes on It's all covered in the face.

What's more, if it's blocked, how can you tell whether it's beautiful or not?

I took a deep breath of the cold morning mist and did not know whether I was relaxing or letting myself be spiritual, or Isaac, both of whom could only recognize his own face.

"Boom boom ..."

There was a knock on the door.

Just when Isaac turned his head, a figure of Qianli had rushed in directly, and the two lines of sight swept towards each other almost simultaneously.

Then the two froze at the same time.

Stupid for a while.

"You, you ... you you you you ..." Staring at the dark blue dress before her eyes, letting go of her hair, and taking off the black-rimmed glasses, Isaac's straight eyes were completely stuttered.

The bright red fire-like hair spread like a sea wave; the "dead fish eye" hiding behind the lens on weekdays, at this moment also became seductive and abnormal, giving away souls.

"Holy Cross ... You're beautiful!"

In a word, Lina smiled.

"This is not my best level, but you are really beautiful-I just thought of 125 words to describe you, plus 60 poems to describe your appearance, really! But I am now one I ca n’t read it first, because at the same time, there have been more than a thousand more yellow paragraphs plus evil thoughts rushing into my consciousness! "

A trembling, straight-eyed Isaac shuddered, and finished this large paragraph with great speed: "You absolutely can't imagine, what a strong willpower I'm using now, to suppress my almost Quick and unstoppable evil ideas! "

"……I know."

Slightly stunned, Lina's tone began to rise with the corner of her mouth, her hands back closer, until the hot eyes and Isaac looked at each other, until the cheeks of the two were close.

Until the bright red lips, leaning on the ears of the arrogant arrogant:

"It's like you never imagined how much I want to use a whip to tear your clothes into pieces!"

After talking, Lina chuckled and looked at his straight eyes, and Pecker bit her lower lip lightly:

"This is called" evil thought "... what do you say?"

The sluggish Isaac nodded desperately like a pet dog.

Lina chuckled.

The two who were originally nervous were not nervous at the moment.

That kind of calm is like indifference after everything is put down.

Lena de Salleone, she never thought she could one day decide her own destiny.

As a branch of the royal family, her destiny was almost arranged from birth-the treatment of the Earl of Honor can be traveled almost anywhere, the nobles flatter ...

Don't worry about lack of clothes and food, don't worry about tomorrow, treat money like dung ... The price to pay for all this is absolute control from the Sky Dome.

All members of the royal family are strictly prohibited from participating in all work. Each year, they receive a sum of money from the Sky Dome and the output of the personal manor; men can join the army, and women must accept "all arrangements."

To put it more directly, His Majesty the Emperor in the Sky Dome has absolute personal control over all members of the royal family, which can be described as a killing-all the decisions against the royal family can be ignored by the emperor's code.

So when Connold came to the door and asked her to cooperate with the church and the nobles to "pit" Loren, Lina agreed without hesitation; because she did not have any capital to fight the next one who could kill her emperor.

But the result of the incident was completely beyond her imagination.

She stands here, in front of the person she loves, and behind her is the passage to the wedding scene-go out and she will be able to complete the unprecedented wedding with the people she loves.

This is not a "trick" of destiny, it happens because she chose to fight her own destiny for the first time; although the process is almost alive, the result is beyond her imagination.

Even in the best result Charlotte could imagine, she could not believe that she could be blessed by a bishop and marry Isaac Grantham in the eyes of countless people.

A wizard.

Of course, what she didn't know was the guy in front of her, more surprised than she was.

"I used to think that, even not long ago, I thought so ... I won't get married, I won't have children, and I won't follow bad people because of another person's bad mood."

The red-faced Isaac stammered to himself: "Understanding the woman's thoughts is a waste of time for me; until I saw you, I thought I was This life will only bother for one thing, that is truth. "

"I was wrong, so bad-I don't know when I felt this way, but the moment when you just walked in, when I said for the first time that I like you ...

"I suddenly felt ... I felt that the destiny of this world and the future were irrelevant. I found that I no longer cared about putting the wizards of this world on the right track, unraveling the veil of truth, or whether I could be famous ..."

"I have you, what else do I need to care about?"

This, this is really ...

Looking at the arrogant man who was over excited in front of him, Lena's eyes flickered, and she blinked desperately to hide the gloss that was about to overflow.

"So ... I'm that bad girl?"

"Of course you are a bad girl, I can't describe you bad, you can't describe it ... you are just a fairy!" Isaac spoke faster and faster:

"Otherwise, why am I completely irrational now, saying so many unscrupulous words-Frankly speaking, if it is not morning, I would like to say more to you if you are not ashamed and unashamed. thing!"

"You let a calm and sensible mind turn into a beast in estrus, you are simply unforgivable!"

Lena opened her mouth, trying to laugh but crying again; at last she just squeezed her lips tightly and stared at him: "In that case, let's go to **** with me as a goblin, wizard pagan!"

"Well, let ’s talk about which hell-fire and torture everywhere, used to punish the dead? Or is it absurd, full of estrus beast fantasies, used to show the ugly desire of humans? You know, now I More inclined to the latter ... "

The word was not over, and the verbose Isaac suddenly froze.

"what happened?"

The sudden pause made Lena startled.

"Two ... yes, how come I didn't expect it, why did I not expect it ?!" Isaac, who had his eyes widened, had an expression of sudden enlightenment:

"Lina, do you remember what I told you about the initial design theory of the Jiao lightsaber, is it a high-level curse that originated with an Azore elf?"

The girl with eyes nodded.

"I've been trying to design a simplified version of the" Jiaoguang Sword "that can be promoted according to Loren's idea-in comparison, it is probably the difference between a ballista and a crossbow."

"But I was wrong. The two looked very similar from the beginning. In fact, they were two completely different things-I was misunderstood by Loren's words. How can I design women according to the standards of men?"

"This should and must be a completely different weapon; it is different from the real Jiaoguangsaber, and it is definitely not a simplified version of the" Jiaoguangsaber ", it ..."

The words stopped abruptly, and Isaac's pupils shrank.

"So ... actually for this purpose?"

Lina blinked, not speaking, waiting for Isaac to say the answer herself.

"He did n’t just want to create a new weapon, but to start a new model-yes, once this weapon was born, Byrne with a large number of wizards could be produced in batches, and the status of the wizard would naturally It was promoted because the traditional armor and bow and arrow were simply unbearable in front of it ... "

"So, Loren is not just hoping that you can design a" simplified version "of Kyauksa." Lina tried to understand: "He hopes to improve the social status of wizards through this process?"

"Improve the status ... Yes! That's the case!" Isaac flashed in front of his eyes: "If I really design it and promote it as a complete set of industries ..."

"Then the sorcerer's status can be changed, because only the sorcerer can design and transform a more powerful and practical 'bright lightsaber'!" Lena immediately said: "This weapon will change the mode of war and become Whoever has more bright lightsabers and more powerful, who can beat the other. "

"Just like more knights than now!"

"We can change ... no, it's history!" Isaac, who was excited, shouted directly.

Before the words fell, he picked up the ink bottle directly from the table next to him; without parchment, he lay directly on the ground; without a pen, he grabbed Lena's turquoise brooch.

"First of all, the order of runes must be changed. Since there is no need for such a huge supply of void power, it is enough to shrink to two three-layer magic circles ..."

"The design of the new Jiaoguangsaber, this simplified thing is not necessary to be as perfect as the real Jiaoguangsa ... No, it must be perfect, but it should be the kind of simple beauty, changed into a few removable Part of it seems feasible, you should go back and try ... "

"... or simply give up the higher order spell, as long as the power level is reached, the lower order spell is actually enough ... No, no! Once the most rigorous sequence is abandoned, replace it with four to five lower order spells, The failure rate will be greatly improved ... "

Looking at Isaac, who was lying on the ground almost crazy, Lina silently stood next to him, her hands behind her back and watched quietly-it was like watching the artist painting and the dancers dancing.

Until the third figure ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ broke this tranquility.

"What are you doing ?!"

The hurried little wizard saw that the door was not closed, and rushed into the room directly: "The ceremony started immediately, why hasn't it ... what is this?"

"You're just here, come and help!" Isaac, who didn't look up, lay on the ground, panting: "I've found the key to the problem. The small bright lightsaber must have a completely new design!"

"Brand new design ... what are you talking about, isn't it already done?"

"No, that won't work! Haven't got the focus yet, we have to start from the beginning instead of making a miniaturization!"

"Can't this kind of thing wait for the ceremony to end ..." The small, impetuous wizard looked at the "graphics" all over the floor and suddenly froze: "Wait, this ... you're right, this is a brand new design ... "

"This is of course a brand new design, this is something unprecedented!" The excited Isaac did not forget to turn his head and glance at her: "We are going to get rid of the inherent philosophy of that **** long ear elf and create our history!"