Author: Sibai Mama

Liqi demonstrated the usage of [Spell Casting Crystal] for Thomas scholars.

Frost in the magic spell, and then gently tap the [Spray Casting Crystal] on the wooden stick next to it.

Enchantment succeeded.

The wooden stick fell into the water and quickly freezes.

"You actually mastered the arcane?" Thomas scholar looked at Liqi in surprise and showed his magic.

But he soon found a reasonable reason for this: "Architecture is a manifestation of rich knowledge. You have more profound wisdom than most scholars, so it is not surprising that you master the arcane."

Some scholars like to call magic arcane. In their eyes, magic is not just a spell, but a law that has rules to follow and can be derived and utilized.

For example, Guy and the necromancer Ayamei are spellcasters. They do not understand the rules of magic operation, but only know which spell to recite and which effect can be achieved. They cannot be extended to study, but they may not necessarily be worse than scholars in terms of use.

Because scholars conduct research through research, they often hope to gain more knowledge and explore more mysteries rather than killing and setting fires.

The church likes to call it divine art, and magic is a miracle.

But most of the time the church abandons magic very much, and believing in God does not require the release of magic.

In Li Qi's opinion, no matter what name he calls it, it is magic.

Science and magic are two different things. Li Qi wants to remind him.

But after thinking about it carefully, no matter whether it is magic or science, if it develops to a certain level, there is probably no difference.

"I think there are a lot we can discuss about magic...arcanism," said Li Qi.

He studied magic alone and worked hard. Now he has scholars under his command. Although he is a "waste scholar", Li Qi will never underestimate the other party's strength. He can create invisible objects, use space magic, and even study gravity. He is definitely the best among the magicians.

The only problem may be that you learn in a mixed way but not in good order.

But in terms of knowledge, it is definitely not comparable to that of yourself.

Only when everyone's thoughts collide with sparks can we have a more magnificent future.

[Spell Casting Crystal], you can store magic and then release it.

The most iconic thing is the magic array that appears on the casting crystal every time it is used.

It seems to have some kind of translation function, turning the magic released by Li Qi into a patterned magic circle.

Thomas scholar held a pen and tried to copy the magic circle.

For this reason, Li Qi had to provide spiritual strength. Although it was not consumed much, he was still a little tired after staying motionless.

Finally, the first magic transcription ended.

"Frost Enchantment" provides Li Qi with ice making magic, which is of great use in summer.

Thomas scholars delivered paper with the magic circle to Li Qi.

"Nothing special." Li Qi looked left and right and found that this was just a piece of paper that had not dried ink. He swung his hand twice and made a clattering sound.

"Maybe...injected spiritual power?" Li Qi tried to inject spiritual power, but he did not gain anything.

But Thomas scholars have a calmness and patience that belongs to the old researcher: "Sir, this is just a piece of paper. You should give me some time to study what the content on the paper represents and decipher the knowledge in it."

"You're right, I'm a little too hasty," Li Qi nodded and handed the paper to Thomas Scholar.

"Sir, do you know other magic?" Thomas scholar took another one: "Maybe multiple magic can find common ground."

So for the next whole day, Li Qi stayed with Thomas scholars almost all the time. He became a magic model, holding up [Spellcam Crystal] to facilitate Thomas scholars to copy.

Without strong enough mental and physical support, ordinary people really can't do this job.

When Li Qi returned to the castle, he was already half paralyzed.

This is both mental and physical exhaustion.

...

In Sanchahe Fort, the father and son of the Linsen family stood together.

In front of them was a half-man-tall portrait.

The girl in the portrait has fair skin, long hair like red glow in the sky, and a smile on the corner of her mouth, looking like an elf.

Hawkwood looked at the painting and sighed: "Miss Agnes is more beautiful than when I first met."

He turned to look at his son, and Steven's eyes were straight.

He had already grasped his son's temper clearly, not to mention that no one could resist the charm of the Leopold family Miss.

If his son had seen the "Red Rose" Miss, he would probably not want to have a meal, but with the strength of Sanchahe Castle, he was far from able to marry Leopold's only daughter.

Her target must be the crown prince or the heir of the duke.

There are not many people in Lurea who can be worthy of her.

"Steven" Hawkwood said: "Miss Agnes will arrive in a few days, when you will have a wedding."

Steven suddenly turned around and left.

"What are you doing?" Hawkwood was puzzled. He thought he had already grasped his son's temper, was ambitious and had a higher mind than the sky, but he was very optimistic and had low expectations, had no perseverance in doing things, and his pursuit of love also came from being lustful.

Of course, Hawkwood was the same when he was young, and even most nobles were like this.

Then they will find that the nobles are divided into levels and strengths, and will eventually recognize the reality and grow up.

Steven clenched his fists: "Isn't it a political marriage? I'm willing to ignite myself and illuminate the way forward!"

Hawkwood: "…"

Sure enough, he was still his own son, and he had not changed at all.

A few days later,

Steven changed into plate armor and rode his war horse out of the castle.

He would line up across the Tricho River to greet the beautiful Miss Agnes, his fiancée.

The team that accompanied them also included ten fully armed soldiers.

Hawkwood stood on the wall of the castle, looking at his son's distant figure.

"Steven will be a good husband." Jennifer stood beside her father, feeling a little moved.

In her eyes, the immature brother is actually getting married, and it is hard to express his melancholy in words.

Steven's team had shrunk to the size of an ant in the eyes of the father and daughter.

A golden carriage appeared at the junction of the sky and the road in the distance.

There were also a dozen accompanying soldiers guarding him behind him.

In the sun, there was a dazzling golden light, like gold running towards the Sancha River.

Hawkwood smiled.

The carriage stopped at the long bridge across the river, and a red-haired figure came down, like an ant, and it was hard to see more clearly.

But it should be Agnes Leopold, that's right. Only the Golden Sword Family has red hair.

Even their bloodline will make them give birth to red hair no matter which family they are combined with.

Steven also turned over and dismounted, he bent down and saluted, and then kissed Miss Agnes's back of the hand.

Steven is still good in terms of aristocratic etiquette.

"It seems that they are all very satisfied with the first time they met." Hawkwood smiled rarely and nodded slightly.

Rumble, rumble!

The rushing horse hooves roared like thunder.

A group of cavalry dressed in black armor rushed towards Steven and the others on fast horses.

Hawkewood noticed something was wrong: "Quick!"

He turned his head and shouted, "Go out and save people!"
Chapter completed!