this mage is dangerous

This night, many memory fragments were stuffed into Bone's mind.

It's a familiar feeling again, but it used to be memories of past lives, but now it's turned into various basic knowledge and basic runes.

Before you know it, it's daybreak!

When Bone opened his eyes, his head was still a little dizzy, a bit like after a hangover the next day, feeling that a lot of things were stuffed into his head, but he couldn't remember clearly.

After washing himself with water, he felt much better. After breakfast, Boyne was taken to the study room of the castle.

The study room had already changed its appearance. A table and two stools were placed in the middle of the room. One of them was obviously higher and was prepared for Bone.

There are a lot of books in the study room, and the surrounding bookshelves are filled to the brim. There is not even enough space to store them, so they are piled directly on the floor. The whole study room also seems a bit crowded.

The count was already sitting at the table, with a thick magic book floating in front of him.

The magic book glowed with a faint white light, and the contents on it were completely invisible.

Bone came in quickly to salute, not forgetting to glance at the things next to him.

"Identification of Spells and Divine Magic"

"The Origin of Dwarven Runes"

"The Evolution of Yalingwen"

…

What the hell is this?

Bone was confused. Shouldn't he learn magic? What is this?

"Sit down."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Bone sat on the high stool and waited quietly for his grandfather's next instructions.

"Born, do you know what an arcanist is?" the count asked.

Boyn pondered for a moment and said uncertainly: "The creator of miracles? The extraordinary?"

"Magic is power! This world is full of magical elements, and the existence of arcanists is to gain insight into the reality of the world."

At the same time, a small flame appeared on the earl's hand.

…

"This kind of spell must first be learned and understood about the working principle of the magic net. These spellcasters will directly affect the longitude and latitude of the magic net to create the required effects. Warlocks and mages also use it as magic."

"The spells of clerics, druids, paladins, and rangers are called divine magic, elven magic, or natural magic. These spellcasters are connected to the Weave through faith or oath through the divine—gods, nature,

Show your might."

Third party?

intermediary?

Bone tilted his head and asked doubtfully: "Isn't that just like a businessman, magic is a commodity."

"Um…?"

Faced with the sudden question, the Earl was stunned. In his memory, no one had ever used such terms to understand magic.

It was so vivid that I couldn’t help but laugh.

Arcanists need to look at problems from different angles and discover things that others have never thought of.

He discovered that his grandson had the basic qualities to become an arcanist!

I couldn't help but feel more and more satisfied as I watched, and I felt more and more happy that I finally had a successor!

He rubbed little Bowen's head and said kindly: "Yes, Bowen, you have to remember that you can't say such things again in the future, let alone say similar things in front of such people."

"Why?"

"Because the 'big businessman' has a lot of thugs, even my grandfather can't beat them."

"Uh, okay..."

What my grandfather said made sense, but I was speechless.

"Then what do they 'pay' for?"

Grandfather whispered: "Faith!"

"Belief?"

"Shh! You can't talk about this either."

"Okay, I understand."

Bowen spread his hands and said helplessly, it seems that basically anything involving gods is taboo.

…

"Okay, where are you talking about? Well, every magical effect created here is the effect created by the warp and weft of the magic web through operations such as entangling, twisting, and folding."

As he spoke, a net composed of magic appeared in front of Bone's eyes. As the count's fingers slid, it turned into flames, stones or lightning.

…

In the next few days, Xiao Bowen was learning almost all kinds of theoretical knowledge, and most of them were just conjectures and theoretical directions.

But the core does point to changes in thinking.

Is this "foundation building"?

Although he didn't learn any magic spells or incantations, Bone could feel that his grandfather must have had his own intention in doing this.

In the world of d&d, in addition to warriors, knights or warriors such as knight captains, some also practice spells that can be released, but they are generally only at the level of three or four rings, and up to five rings. The typical representative - Saint

knight.

Commonly known as: Milk Riding.

Only mages and warlocks are called spellcasters. However, the vast majority of spellcasters have learned magic all their lives, but they are always spinning in a fixed circle, with textbook-style spells and precise amounts of magic!

What my grandfather has mentioned most these days is that there are too many magic copiers in the world. There are also many such people in Giles College. They blindly accumulate the quantity and destructive power of magic and do not understand even the principles of magic missiles, let alone

Improvements to runes!

And this kind of spellcasters who can only copy but not innovate account for the vast majority of the world of Torrel.

An arcanist is a person who creates and improves magic!

The Earl looked at Bone and said: "You must always remember the core of the Arcanist! Others' paths have an end. Only the path you take is your own, and you will have an infinite future! The Arcanist is to explore the world.

The truth is yours even if you misunderstand it, and the truth is not static."

Boyn didn't speak and listened carefully. Even if he had memories of his previous life, they were just some civilized thinking from another world. It might be helpful later, but as a beginner now, he should follow the guidance and study seriously.

A senior arcanist's time is so precious. The count spent nearly eight days explaining the most basic theories to Boyne. This shows how much he attaches importance to Boyne. If other students in the academy knew about it, they would probably go crazy.

Bone also knew that during his enlightenment, the Earl had "spell indoctrination" on him. This kind of inherited memory similar to that of the dragon family allowed him to skip the initial literacy stage and understand all kinds of text.

Tomorrow morning, the earl will return to the royal city of Severton, and at the same time, Boyne will also leave the castle where he has lived for four years and go with the earl.

There is no hope for Viscount Gordon. The earl has already trained Bone as the next generation heir.

This small rural place cannot train spellcasters, not to mention that being an arcanist requires not only the accumulation of a large amount of gold coins, but also an academic atmosphere, a collision of ideas and professional teaching.

Viscount Gordon did not follow the earl into the city, so the earl felt more at ease with the knight commander by his side.

According to tradition, Cesley, the knight captain's daughter, should go with Bone.

But Cesley was too young and had not yet held a ceremony of allegiance, and bringing a toddler who had just learned to walk would disturb Bone.

Upon hearing this decision, Bo En felt slightly relieved.

That night, Bone directed the maid to pack things in advance. He knew that tomorrow he would go to the most exciting place in the world for thousands of years to come.

The royal city of Netheril—Sevington!

Although Netheril is only a small country now, and even the title Arcanist is only spread among the upper echelons of surrounding countries, after that the floating city took off, the empire took off, and that became the center of the world!

At night, Boyne did nothing and let the guards walk around the castle with torches.

Halfway through, Viscount Gordon also came over. The two chatted while walking, and during the process they also mentioned the matter of Bone's mother.

Gordon has always been in love with her, and for this reason he had a falling out with his grandfather and ran to the countryside. The whole story could be made into an emotional blockbuster.

It's been several years since Bone's mother passed away and Gordon hasn't been looking for a stepmother for Bone.

There are too many memories in this place, and every stone in the castle has a different memory.

The two of them were talking and laughing like this, not at all like a father and son.

To the guards, the two seemed like friends who talked about everything.

When the first ray of morning light appears, the night recedes, and the bustling sounds of rural fields come out again. For most civilians, it is the beginning of another busy day.

At the gate of the castle, several carriages were ready for departure, and the servants had already loaded the required supplies onto the carriages.

The carriage was obviously more luxurious than the ordinary carriage that the Earl rode when he first arrived. The horses were also fine Gaul horses, and the family's strange-shaped moon logo was printed on the outside of the carriage.

A gust of wind blew by, and Boyne felt a slight chill. It seemed that this winter, there would be no delicious charcoal-grilled salty pork knuckles.

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