Marquis Medea twisted her body, and a marble throne with exquisitely carved petals appeared behind her. She sat down casually and began to observe Aslan's changes.
While the heat was in full swing outside, Aslan locked up his sea of consciousness and did not allow any magical elements to flow in. Instead, he relied on the surge of magical elements to exercise his already existing mental strength.
A magician's promotion is based entirely on mental strength, followed by magic strength.
Mental power is like a gun, and magic power is like bullets.
As long as the gun is advanced enough and has fewer bullets, it can still kill people.
The mental power limit of a junior magician is 20 points. If you exceed 20 points, you will be an intermediate magician. As for the magic value of each magician, it all depends on the talent.
Aslan is the kind of person with poor talent, only about two-thirds of an ordinary magician.
Magic elements impact mental power. This method of training mental power was discovered by a magician named Rhodes about forty years later. Then the strength of magicians across the continent began to develop in a spurt, and magic began to become a
mainstream in mainland China.
This cultivation method has not been spread yet, so Aslan naturally has to make good use of it and strive to improve his strength.
While Aslan was practicing diligently, everyone watching was completely dumbfounded.
Olga held the magic pocket watch and said with a shocked look: "Five minutes have passed."
Natal stared at Aslan with burning eyes, while Marquis Medea was even more interested and slowly closed her eyes. She wanted to see what Aslan was doing.
I saw Aslan's weak soul, constantly using his weak mental power to stir up the restless magical elements around him. Once the magical elements made some move, he immediately hid deep in his soul, allowing his soul to be impacted by the magical elements.
It's just that Aslan was well prepared and deployed spiritual power around his soul to block the impact of magical elements.
It looked like he was having a lot of fun.
Marquis Medea looked strange and exited the meditative state, and Natal called out in confusion.
"teacher!"
"Humph, you little junior brother is a bit playful!" Marquis Medea said with a smile, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible ripple spread out, completely dispersing the surrounding magic elements.
Aslan also suddenly woke up. He was actually immersed in practice and forgot that he was now in the Medea Magic Tower.
Opening his eyes again, Aslan saw Medea and seven strangers he had never seen before.
When Aslan rose to prominence in his previous life, Marquis Medea was already on the verge of collapse. His whole person had mental problems, so he naturally avoided him, so he didn't know much about Marquis Medea's other direct disciples.
Because at that time, there was only one disciple left by Marquis Medea, Generido, who could not be reused, and the other disciples died in the war one after another.
"Student Aslan has met the teacher and all the senior brothers and sisters." Aslan quickly saluted.
Olga thanked and nodded as a greeting.
Natal stared at Aslan with sharp eyes, which made Aslan's hair stand on end.
The other five people also looked at Aslan curiously and did not introduce themselves.
"Do you know the reason why Generido called you here?" Marquis Medea asked calmly.
Aslan nodded quickly.
"Students have already guessed some."
Marquis Medea nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the red-haired girl next to him.
"She is your fifth senior sister Ma Liu. She is responsible for the maintenance of the entire magic tower. You can ask her anything you don't understand. I have something to do now. You all should step aside!"
Seeing such a strange atmosphere, Aslan could only nod his head and follow several senior brothers downstairs.
On the fifth floor of the Magic Tower is the dormitory area for all disciples. Everyone has a room, and there is a huge living room in the middle.
The living room was very clean, not clean in the sense of the word, but spotless. Apart from the ceiling and floor, Aslan did not see any furniture or daily necessities.
Aslan counted and found that there were nine rooms in total, which were just right for the nine direct disciples of Marquis Medea.
"Aslan, you are the latest to join and the youngest, so I will call you Xiaojiu from now on." After finishing speaking, Ma Liu pointed to the room in the corner, which will be Aslan's room from now on.
Can Aslan refuse? Of course not, not to mention that to him, the name is just a code name, and it doesn't matter what he calls it.
The only thing he is worried about now is that he needs to live here for a long time.
"That Fifth Senior Sister, I still have territory to take care of, can you not live here?" Aslan asked timidly.
When the others heard Aslan's words, they couldn't help but be startled, and they all cast strange looks at Aslan.
There are actually magicians who don't want to live in the magic tower. They're just weird.
"Xiao Jiu, you may not know how important the magic tower is to us magicians." Ma Liu said subconsciously.
Aslan said surprisingly: "My family also has two magic towers, so I know it very well, but I must be responsible for my people."
"Two magic towers!" Olga was instantly stunned.
Natal frowned subconsciously.
Generido looked at Aslan as if he were looking at a monster.
As for the other brothers, they looked at Aslan as if they were idiots.
"Yes, it's up to you. Generido also lives outside. Who said his talent is so bad? Living in the Magic Tower is a waste." Seventh Senior Brother Qatar said with a mocking look on his face.
Genario's face immediately turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, but he clenched his fists tightly and said nothing.
Aslan had a premonition that if he were not inferior in strength, Generido would definitely take action, and it would be to directly kill people. At this time, Aslan realized that there was no relationship between the disciples of Marquis Medea.
In the novel, the intimacy of a family that loves each other is quite distinct. Especially in the absence of Marquis Medea, it can only be described as tense.
"I heard that Xiaojiu comes from the Sara family in Kyoto, so we should get closer and closer. I come from the Bagir family." Third senior sister Watini said with a smile on her face, obviously trying to win Aslan over to their side.
It was the red-haired female magician who stood aside at first.
Compared with Natal and others who came from poor backgrounds, the four headed by Watini are direct descendants of established nobles or magic families, and they all have a natural sense of superiority towards civilians.
This is a struggle between contradictory classes and cannot be changed at all.
Logically speaking, Aslan should be on Vatini's side, but after hearing about the Bagir family, his face instantly darkened, and his eyes looking at Vatini had a hint of murderous intent.
The reason why he was kicked out of the family was because the eldest lady from the Bagir family had done a lot of work. She also sent people to assassinate him many times on the road. The assassination didn't stop until he came to the Mero area.