The diary opened another page because of the morning breeze:
“I found that I could actually see [Professional Level]. This was originally a setting adopted in the latest game update for the convenience of players, but I didn’t expect it to play a role after I came to this world.
"In order to facilitate the player and prevent the professional level above the head from blocking the screen, this function can be turned on and off by checking. Now, I can switch this vision on and off with my thoughts...
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In the game, players can choose a profession when entering the game and directly obtain the corresponding level 1 professional level. No training is required, no need to start from scratch, and it will be completed in a flash of golden light.
However, in reality, levels do not exist, things do not seem to have a clear dividing line, and all qualitative changes are the accumulation of quantitative changes. Only by being around Chabron can the accumulation of personal experience be transformed into specific professions based on the direction of specialization and proficiency.
Levels and expertise, etc.
For example, an elite sentry who is always vigilant may have the "Warrior" professional level and the "Alertness" feat; and the strongest warrior of a primitive tribe may be a "Strong" and "Powerful Attack" feat.
Barbarian" professional.
In Xia Bianlun's view, Arya's current arcane attainments have been recognized as a level 1 mage by her [Rule Aura] (the name is terrible, but Xia Bianlun can't think of a better one for the time being), even if it is actually not enough
Then every little bit has been rounded off.
For a 14-year-old or so, this requires a daunting amount of talent or effort—more often than not, both.
Maybe she is just nervous and lacks self-confidence. But in the game, as long as you learn a spell, you can always cast it, regardless of the mental state of the day, the proficiency of the spell, or other things - the character will always be affected by [
Fear Technique] Such a fear effect, not anxiety and uneasiness!
Considering that most people in the world will never be able to master a single light spell, after knowing that Arya has reached such a height, Chabron has a little respect for her, so she sincerely hopes that the abnormal effect on her body can guarantee her
Play steadily.
"I have tried many times before, but I have never succeeded." Arya muttered in a low voice with some displeasure, but she still honestly picked up a handful of fine white sand from the ground as spell materials, and rubbed them with her fingertips.
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"Try it again, in front of me." A warm smile hung on Chabarron's face as delicate as a porcelain doll, and he encouraged with a voice that made people feel like spring breeze:
"Maybe it will be successful.
"As long as you can succeed once, you can succeed countless times."
The girl took a deep breath in disbelief and closed her eyes. The midday sun shone on the white sand, making them dazzling.
Then, the girl concentrated her energy.
How many times, how many times? How many times did she twist up the white sand, and how many times did she sprinkle the white sand that symbolized sleep into the air, but found nothing.
However, today, in front of the handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes, Arya felt that she had never been so focused in her life.
The dexterous palms folded in the air, and the fine sand floated and fluttered, never falling; the spells came out of the mouth without any trembling or vibrato.
With the help of the ubiquitous magic network, her spells absorbed the original magic flowing in the air, soil and green grass. The nervousness did not affect her. To be precise, she had never felt that she could complete this spell so smoothly——
Under the gaze of Chabron, the most difficult parts of the mantra became as comfortable as water.
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The girl recalled the past and remembered the scene when the young dwarf mage teacher demonstrated this spell in front of her - this mage, who was considered a dwarf even by dwarf standards, had genius and knowledge that did not match her height.
This dwarf mage, who is even a head shorter than Arya, is calm and chic, with a round face that looks handsome and cute. His superhuman genius allows him to stand out in the Rainbow Castle, which is full of talents.
When it comes to pure magical attainments, there are many spellcasters in the kingdom who can rival him.
But unlike others, the dwarf's expression was as relaxed as drinking water and breathing when he cast the most complex spells, which made the girl wonder if there was anything in the world that could make him uneasy.
This dwarf named Duncan once quietly told the orange-haired girl that he was not actually a native of Wangji:
He comes from a very, very far away place, and maybe one day he will return to his hometown, or maybe he won't; he is looking for someone who comes from the same hometown as himself, and maybe he can find him, or maybe he can't.
He can cross the golden desert, explore the whale graveyard, and ride the Republic's airship across the countries that believe in the "Lord of Punishment", but no matter where he goes, he is a stranger.
The dwarf is loyal to Her Majesty the Queen and is responsible for researching how to build a [magic ship] that can sail in space, aiming at the stars and the sea. The starry royal family with the surname "Midwinter" trusts the knowledge and will of the young dwarf.
In the kingdom, basic astronomical knowledge about the movement of celestial bodies is not uncommon, and everyone knows the concept of planets, so the girl guessed that this dwarf mage may come from another planet on the other side of the star sea.
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The memory ended, and the power of the Charm Control School's spells reached its peak within a few seconds. The magic net obeyed her will, warping, flipping, folding, and knotting. Finally, she spit out the last syllable, and then opened her eyes.
Her intuition told her that she had succeeded.
The warm sunshine is still there, there is no flame, lightning, strong acid, cold, negative energy, magic force field, or the appearance of the little white rabbit.
Compared with before, the only difference was that there was already a sleeping blond boy on the grass. The slightly hot sunlight hit the boy's face, but it could not wake up the man who was sleeping soundly due to magic.
"After sleeping with me, I hope she remembers to take pictures of me..."
——This was Chabron's last thought before he lost consciousness due to fatigue.
In an instant, the knowledge and indescribable experiences she had learned in the past were quietly engraved in Arya's mind. The arcane texts she had read a few years ago were as clear as if they had just been turned over - as if the knowledge itself was chasing her.
Same.
Chabron became someone else’s experience point.
"It's such an exciting feeling! With this successful experience, there should be no problem in the future. 'As long as you can succeed once, you can succeed countless times.' Chabron really didn't lie to me!"
Arya turned around.
In front of her is the road back to town; behind her is a dreamless sleep.
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From a distance, Mayor Toffler watched the boy summon the holy flame and dance the weapon throughout the morning, seemingly tirelessly.
Watching the girl's spell put Chabron into a deep sleep.
Then he watched Arya excitedly run down the hillside towards the town after the spell was successful.
The mayor's appearance is very obvious - wearing a hood, gray temples, silver hair, a cloudy right eye, and a black eyepatch on the left eye - many people in the town say that he was taken away by wild beasts when he was young.
Hit his left eye.
In his left hand, he held a metal book with no words on the cover.
After witnessing all this, Mayor Toffler walked over.
He walked towards the unconscious young man lying on the ground.
