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Seeing him, Zhang Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down his anxious mood, and stood up: "I have successfully mastered three abilities."
"Hahaha..." Potter laughed so hard that he fell backwards. It took him a long time to stop laughing. "There is no point in lying, a guest from a foreign land."
"Or are you so disappointed with your own talent that you have mental problems?"
"I've said before, magician is a profession that depends on talent."
"Well, for the sake of three buckets of instant noodles." He raised his staff, "I'll help you comb your essence for free..."
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Zhang Mu's right hand was wrapped in a layer of translucent film, and the news was flowing.
This is attributeless magic.
Potter knew him, and was very familiar with him, more familiar with him than himself.
As a high-level magician, Potter certainly would not be surprised by magic that had no attributes attached to it.
What astonished him was why Zhang Mu could control magic power.
No, no, no, Potter shook his head like a rattle. The question was not this, but why did he have magic?
Potter's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but nothing came out. Only a bubble of saliva appeared between his lips.
The magic film on the surface of Zhang Mu's right hand shook for a while and then dissipated. He sat in front of the door and absorbed magic for more than half an hour, but it was only enough to manifest for about 30 seconds.
"Mr. Potter?" Seeing him moving his lips stupidly, Zhang Mu called carefully.
"Are you lying to me? In fact, you have practiced meditation successfully a long time ago... No, that's not right. I checked your body yesterday and found no trace of magic."
"so……"
"Clang--" the wooden staff slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.
"Why? Why? How can you master meditation in just one night?"
"Five years! It took me five years! Do you know how I spent those five years?!"
Seeing the wrinkles on his face all squeezed together, looking like a madman, as if his lifelong belief was destroyed, Zhang Mu felt a little conflicted.
I definitely cannot tell him about the existence of the panel. This secret belongs to me alone, so...
Zhang Mu's brain was working frantically, and he quickly thought of what Potter had just said: "Mr. Potter, you said that magician is a profession that depends on talent."
After saying this, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.
I remember Potter said that five years of successful meditation practice is the minimum standard to become a magician, then...
Good man, so you are just at the bottom?
Zhang Mu stared at his face with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that he could hardly hold back.
After being looked at like this, Potter came back to his senses and realized that he had let the cat out of the bag.
"Ahem..." Potter bent down to pick up the staff, first pretending to touch Da Huang's head, then cleared his throat.
"Magic is an ability that is worth a lifetime of human exploration. There are some things you don't understand yet."
"I understand, I understand...Oh no no no, I don't understand."
Seeing Zhang Mu's face flushed red, Potter's face darkened and he knocked the ground with his staff lightly: "Laugh if you want to. Holding it in for too long is harmful to your body."
"No, no." Zhang Mu waved his hands, trying hard to hold back his laughter. He needed a favor from someone.
Potter walked towards the door with a stern face, followed by the big yellow dog: "Come in and talk."
Chapter 6 This World is Dangerous
Dahuang didn't come in, he was lying outside the door.
The furnishings in the room are simple.
There was a square wooden table in the middle of the living room, and against the right wall was a row of crudely made cabinets, on which were placed some porcelain bottles and jars.
On the left is the fireplace, and next to it is a set of built-in cabinets.
The floor is made of wood and it creaks when you step on it.
Potter led him to the wooden table.
Placing two buckets of instant noodles on the table, he stared at Potter on his right with anticipation.
Porter's behavior was a little abnormal, with a confused look on his face.
After a while, he finally spoke: "Actually, I'm very curious about how you came to Lake Kingdom."
"I'm lucky." Zhang Mu didn't quite understand what the other party meant, so he responded vaguely and then changed the subject, "Mr. Potter,
I have already learned meditation, when will I formally learn magic?"
Potter's expression became even more tangled, and he was a little confused: "Where exactly is your hometown? You don't even have common sense about the continent?"
"It's very remote. I'm sorry, I don't know exactly where it is located on the mainland."
Porter did not doubt this statement. Without a map, it was impossible to clearly tell the specific location of a city on the continent, even if it was his hometown.
After thinking for a while, Porter asked, "Have you heard of the Persian Empire?"
He shook his head.
"What about the Fran Empire?"
Continue to shake your head.
Then I mentioned a few empires, but he just kept silent and shook his head.
Potter leaned back and exclaimed, "It's really far away. No wonder you knew nothing about it."
After struggling for a long time, Zhang Mu came to his senses, "It's difficult to teach magic, right?"
"I can pay the tuition." He reached out and pushed the bubble toward Potter.
After looking at the instant noodle bucket for a while, Potter sighed, "Meditation is a method that was developed by humans with the blessing of God, so it can be purchased with money. However, magic is different."
He felt embarrassed.
When I agreed to the deal yesterday, I never thought that Zhang Mu would be able to learn meditation, so the subsequent teaching of magic was naturally empty talk.
But who would have thought that Zhang Mu possessed such a terrifying talent.
Although the continent is large, Potter has traveled to many places. He has never heard of anyone who can master the three basic abilities of a magician in one day.
However, accepting students is not just based on talent.
Staring at Zhang Mu for a moment, Potter gave him some common sense about the continent: "The gods bestowed magic, but the creatures were greedy and after mastering magic, they attempted to kill the gods to gain more powerful power.
The gods are angry and bestow death upon mortals whose hearts are blinded by greed.
The gods were merciful and did not take back the magic, but they punished him.
From now on, magic will no longer be available to you at will."
Potter's eyes were heavy and stagnant: "The truth of this history cannot be verified because it is so long ago.
But all the media used to record information on the continent, such as parchment, stone tablets, wooden boards, etc., cannot write magical words."
"Forged weapons and staffs cannot be enchanted with magic."
Zhang Mu looked at the staff in his hand and asked, "Where does the magic come from now?"
"God has mercy on us, and labyrinths occasionally appear on earth." He stroked his staff, "The contents of the magic book obtained from the labyrinth will gradually disappear as time goes by."
“These histories are recorded in the Bible of the Church.”
Magic is extremely difficult to obtain and is scarce.
This will instinctively lead to monopoly, and powerful magicians will do everything they can to seize magic books and strictly control their outflow.
But two fists cannot beat four hands, and efficient and massive information collection capabilities are also needed, so we eventually need some help.
It is undeniable that sometimes strangers are more reliable than relatives, but they are a minority after all. So naturally, a power organization centered on oneself and gathering relatives is formed - the magic family.
It is a crime to have a jade.
Once the magic family declines, the consequences are self-evident.
Killing seems to be the main theme of this continent.
Raising his head, Zhang Mu looked at Potter with a questioning look in his eyes.
Perhaps seeing the meaning in his eyes, Potter nodded: "You are indeed very lucky."
"In the Sol Continent, adventure groups are usually formed by adventurers who have experienced life and death together. Even so, if you encounter a rare magic book or weapon,
Betrayal will still happen.”
"Even magic families cannot avoid this kind of situation. It is not uncommon for a father and his child to fight for their lives for a rare magic book."
"I even doubt whether the gods have blessed you for being able to reach the Kingdom of Lake alive."
Zhang Mu was puzzled: "I am just an ordinary person, and I don't have a magic book on me. Why would anyone bother me? Is there any benefit?"
"If you experience anything too much, you will become numb, indifferent, or even obsessed with it." Potter smiled and sneered, "Even if it means taking away your life.
You talk about benefits. Would you consider whether there is any benefit if you kill an ant that crawls to your finger?
If you are in a bad mood, you can just press it to death. If you are in a good mood, it will probably bounce away. As for whether the weak ant will be bounced to death, who cares?"
Zhang Mu was silent.
It is understandable that Potter is reluctant to teach himself magic when fathers, sons, relatives and friends all have to watch out for each other for treasures.
Killing has become as common as eating and drinking, no wonder the panel has given me the resurrection function.
Then he felt strange again: "I think the town is very peaceful, and I don't see any signs of fighting and destruction on the streets."
"The church stipulates that armed conflict is prohibited in places where humans gather, and no one has the courage to disobey the church."
I thought that the church on the Thor continent was also an organization that looked glamorous on the outside but was actually dirty on the inside. It seems that I had a stereotype.
Shaking his head and putting aside these things, Zhang Mu became concerned about his own problems: "Mr. Potter, I have reasons why I must learn magic."
"revenge?"
"Save." He covered his chest, "Save yourself.