Salomon was extremely careful when constructing the spell model. He followed the instructions in the magic book floating beside him. He has not yet fully memorized the spell, so he needs to be particularly careful, otherwise the magic power will backfire.
He has eaten a pot.
This spell was invented by a conjurer in the world of Greyhawk. This conjurer's main occupation is an information dealer. Another spell named after him is called Aivar's all-seeing worm. The effect of the spell is very similar to that of an information dealer.
Features - As for the Black Tentacle of Ava, also known as the DM Madness Technique that the Mystic Mage is currently learning, it is the best invention of this Conjuration Mage, bar none.
This tentacle composed of shadows rose tremblingly from the ground. The shadows around it were like boiling mud. Countless small, ciliated black tentacles continued to stretch and sink, and finally converged into a second tentacle. But this tentacle
It was obviously much weaker than the first one. The shadow that was supposed to cover the 40-foot ground did not reach the expected size, let alone those tentacles that looked like short cat hairs - these tentacles couldn't even catch an ant.
, at most it can tickle the soles of his feet.
Salomon had no idea what his problem was.
A magic is like a diesel locomotive, the magic is the fuel, the spell structure is the engine and other messy transmission structures, and the spell is the car key and accelerator. Now the power of this spell is far worse than he imagined, maybe
It was because the intonation of his reciting the spell was not correct, or the structure of the spell visible to the naked eye was not accurate. The spell structure as an engine flickered several times and then went out without warning. The combination of various reasons led to the current result.
.This spell was cast, but it was full of malfunctions. What Salomon had to do next was just like repairing a car, checking everything, finding out the problems and correcting them.
Correcting the spell is much more troublesome than repairing a car. Whether it is the spark plug or the bearing, it must be rubbed by the caster himself. But even so, he can only be patient and modify it, otherwise this spell will be called "Spell" in the future.
Luo Meng's itch was scratched, and he couldn't afford to lose this person.
Salomon sat down on the spot, took out a pen and started writing and drawing in his magic book. He didn't have much time, he was about to start class, and he didn't have time to dismantle the spell structure, so he could only estimate
Correct any mistakes that may be made - the same is done by the mages in memory. Except for magicians, the average mages have not received magic education for as long as Salomon. It is not that common to receive magic education since childhood. Salomon
Meng can still find mistakes based on experience, but they can't.
What's more, most apprentices are automatic scroll scribes under their mentors. Unless they are lucky enough to meet a kind and responsible mentor, they must also be able to complete the contract assigned by the mentor (equivalent to a student loan, which will be required in the future).
(still), there are very few apprentices who can stand out from them. Most instructors let the apprentices find textbooks on the bookshelf by themselves. The instructor is not responsible for explaining. The mage is an intellectual profession. If you can't even understand the basic theoretical textbooks, then
Just don't learn magic. Being a farmer is more promising.
Even the more responsible instructors only annotate their past teaching materials and throw them to the apprentices. It is extremely difficult for apprentices to be exposed to advanced spells and understand the mysteries of spells. If you can learn it, you can learn it.
The instructor won't care about you even if you can't learn.
That's why Salomon feels that he is extremely lucky. His teacher is the Supreme Mage, the strongest mystic in the universe. There is not much basic knowledge that can be supplemented by those messy memories. Only under the guidance of the Supreme Mage, he learned a lot
Only Salomon with basic knowledge and experience in spellcasting can have smooth sailing on the arcane journey - at least in terms of plane science, Karma Taj has a lot of experience.
When Salomon walked into the classroom patting his classmates on the butt, anyone could see that he was in a bad state. This was because he forcibly cast the black tentacles of Ava again to verify whether he could touch
Hitting the boundary of fourth-level magic - his progress has been astonishingly fast, but it is not enough. So far, he still needs to rely on his own melee ability to fight - who cares, even Elminster
He can also pick up a long sword and slash people, so it's not out of character for a small spellcaster like him.
The mystics of Karma Taj obtained magic power from Vishandi and stored it in their bodies. After casting the spell, the excess magic power stayed in the body and was absorbed. This led to the gradual increase in the upper limit of magic power and physical constitution of the mystics. This is why
The Venerable will ask the mystics to learn martial arts. Of course, another reason is because the "Book of Weishan Emperor" is too stretched, and the mystics can only slap protective spells on people's faces. Compared with other mystics,
Mage, Salomon has been infused with magic power since he was born. His starting point is much higher than other people who have been mystics for decades. Otherwise, he would not be able to use his magic power and spirit to cast an unformed magic again.
The four-ring spell.
"Hey." The classmate sitting behind Salomon quietly poked his back, "You don't look good, brother."
"Don't worry, I've taken the medicine." Salomon leaned back slightly. He has the best relationship with these classmates in advanced mathematics classes. He will be assigned Alevel courses next semester. These classmates have been instigating him and asking him to
If you choose science, you must at least have advanced mathematics. Salomon lowered his voice and replied, "I need a perfect nap."
"I'm worried that you won't even be able to survive the morning class." The classmate shrugged. He glanced at the teacher who was writing furiously on the blackboard, then leaned forward and whispered to Salomon, "No matter what,
Would you be interested in coming to my house? It's an informal meeting, just next weekend. Rumor has it that Princess Louise Windsor will also be attending - my father is going to talk to the Earl of Essex about a TV series. You should come
, I often talk about you, if you don’t mind, you can come and try my cranberry jelly.”
"That's really terrible, Brown (Bradshaw), I remember your father was the culture secretary, right?"
"I'm glad you remember this. You look like a Conservative." Bradshaw's tone seemed to be a bit gloating. He winked. "I'm telling you quietly, Labor has lost the local council."
Half of the votes, I'm afraid my father won't be here for long. I hope he will step down from that position. He knows nothing about film and television. In his opinion, making TV series is exactly the same as hammering down nails. Damn it, this position has never been done before
He is also called the 'Minister of National Heritage'. If he is allowed to continue his nonsense, the British film and television industry will really become a heritage. Look at what "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" will be like, I think the Minister of Culture
I have to bear a certain amount of responsibility, and you know that I have always believed in the existence of magic."
"Me too, Brown, magic must exist."
Salomon naturally did not attend the gathering at the Minister of Culture's house, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the royal family of the Windsor dynasty. If counted according to claims, he also has a strong claim to Great Britain (excluding Ireland). Just in case one day
If the Supreme Mage wants to restore the royal family, he has to take down Buckingham Palace. Therefore, it is better not to have any connections now, so as not to make it difficult to deal with acquaintances later. And according to convention, his fiefdom is now London.
, it would be fine if His Holiness did not cause trouble, but if he did, the situation would become very embarrassing.
At that time his title will become Earl of Londinion.
Of course, he still ate Bradshaw's cranberry jelly. This guy brought the jelly in a crisper box on Monday, and he kept thinking about it while Salomon was enjoying the jelly,
Seemingly regretting the Mystic's failure to visit his home - it was only after he learned that Salomon had an orphanage to look after that Bradshaw gave up the nonsense and asked his driver to bring more jelly before the weekend
.
Salomon felt that little Lorna might be interested in these jelly. Since the little girl punched him last time, she didn't even send him text messages. This time she could apologize properly.
Little girls who have just entered puberty are so sensitive.
In the next two weeks, he worked on overcoming the problem of Ava's Black Tentacle. His goal was to complete the construction of the spell structure before the spell was finished. Building the spell structure was a lot like programming, but Salomon now only had one spell.
The framework of the four-ring spells of the legal system does not have various packages that can be called. These are all copied from the magic book and have to be filled in by himself.
And his final result was just to summon a quagmire of shadows, with countless tiny black tentacles squirming all over it, like small black snakes that reflected a little light. Salomon thought he had not found it.
All mistakes, until one night, when he was practicing magic at Kama Taj, the stupid Cheshire cat tried to jump over the shadows, and those black tentacles quickly caught the stupid cat, Salomon then knew
I succeeded - the effect of the spell was exactly the same as described in the book.
He removed the spell in time, picked up the Cheshire cat, which was purring aggrievedly, and rubbed it on his face.
"Four-ring spell!" Salomon kissed the cat's round forehead again, "I will reward you with a can of beef tonight, little cutie."
"Meow~(not enough!)"
"OK, two cans, no more, you weigh at least 15 pounds now."
The Cheshire Cat is furious.
"Meow! (This is a slur!)"
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