The knowledge of the soul is not difficult, but it is subtle.
Just understanding the literal meaning is almost like having fun.
Only when you understand it in your heart and can use it stably can you really master it.
Not even close to it.
Rosen also learned it because of Wei Na's unreserved and devoted guidance.
At this time, it took a lot of effort to teach Thrandis and Gendeloni.
Teaching until midnight, Gendeloni yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"I feel so tired just sitting here and listening. Why don't you go to bed and lie down and talk?"
Rosen also yawned and said, "Then rest first. Let's stay here for today and talk about it tomorrow."
Thrandis also yawned, and when he saw Rosen was about to leave, he hurriedly stood up and held his hand.
"How about we sleep together tonight, I'm a little scared."
She almost fainted tonight, and then killed a stranger whose name she didn't know, so she felt uncomfortable and a little panicked.
At this time, the only person who could give her great psychological comfort was her husband, who had seen the world.
Gendeloni didn't think much about it at first, but upon hearing Thrandis's words, she subconsciously crossed her arms, and the hair on her back started to explode.
"Rosen, why don't we sleep together?"
After saying that, he immediately added: "Anna must sleep in the middle."
To be honest, Rosen was also a little worried about Thrandis, fearing that something might happen to her again.
Seeing the scared expressions on the two women's faces, he nodded.
So, the three of them lay on the big bed in the master bedroom, and Rosen continued to explain the knowledge of soul defense.
As he was talking, he noticed that there was no sound around him. He turned around and saw that both Thrandis and Gendeloni were asleep.
Thrandis was sleeping in his arms, and Gendeloni was curled up next to Thrandis, her little hands clenched into fists, her eyelids still a little red and swollen from crying several times.
Looking back on her experience, Rosen felt that this girl was really pitiful.
'Please take good care of me in the future.'
It was a cool summer night in the north, so I used my mage's hands to gently cover the two girls with thin quilts.
When covering Gendeloni, the little girl was disturbed and turned over, clutching the corners of the quilt tightly with her hands, and murmured: "Mother".
Some more tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.
Rosen thought to himself: 'What a little girl who hasn't grown up yet.'
When he was tucking Thrandis into bed, he was still a little worried. He subconsciously checked Thrandis's pulse and made sure everything was fine before he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The operation on the soul is really dangerous. You will either become a madman or die inexplicably. As the Lord of the universe, I have to be careful when meditating. I must not reveal it, otherwise I will be targeted, and I don't know how I died."
But after thinking about it, Rosen felt that his situation didn't seem that dangerous.
Because the energy of soul attacks is actually very limited, and his cosmic ball has a very high capacity and can expand at any time. If someone attacks him, as long as it does not exceed the expansion speed limit, it will actually increase his strength.
Furthermore, with the blessing of super computing power, the laws of the universe are also extremely complex.
And if you want to quietly infuse his soul with enough power to destroy him instantly, you must first form a strong enough resonance with him.
Mortals in this world simply can't do it.
As for God, maybe so.
But if God wants to deal with him, why go to such trouble? If he really wants to see if he is unhappy, he can just deal with it directly.
Of course, defense still needs to be done.
The best defense is to understand more laws, further improve the complexity of the universe ball, and reduce the probability of resonance.
"Then did I accidentally steal other mages' mana?"
After thinking about it carefully, Rosen thought there should be.
Because the mage also belongs to the universe and is very close to him.
But this part of the mana absorbed is very, very small, because mages account for a very small part of the power of the entire universe, so that the impact on both parties is almost negligible.
In this case, it doesn't matter.
After being busy for a long time, I hadn't fired the petrified magic weapon yet, but I was really tired, so I turned off the magic lamp and fell asleep.
A good night's sleep.
In the early morning of the next day, Rosen was awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window. When he opened his eyes, he found that the two women beside him were still sleeping, but their postures were not very elegant.
But one is his wife, a close friend and wife, a young girl whose mind is not yet fully mature, and it’s not the first time, so it doesn’t matter.
After covering the two girls with quilts that had been kicked off in the middle of the night, he quietly got up and went for a walk in the yard.
The gardener was already busy taking care of the garden. When he saw Rosen, he stood up and saluted, saying he was the master.
Rosen nodded in response. He wanted to ignore it, but when he saw that the gardener seemed to have something to say, his heart moved and he asked: "Sander, is there anything you want to tell me?"
The gardener said: "Master, it's like this. In the morning, someone came to the temple in the south of the city and asked you to go there as soon as possible."
"Temple. Oh, okay, I understand."
After continuing to walk in the garden for a while, the two girls woke up. The cook Lisa also prepared a delicious breakfast, so the three of them ate together in the hall.
During the dinner, Rosen looked at Thrandis with concern: "Anna, how do you feel after switching to sun meditation?"
"It's better than ever before. I feel that my mana is more pure than before, and it improves very quickly. I feel that if I continue at this speed, I can reach the peak of high-level in five years at most."
Four years later, she was only 26 and still had a lot of good time.
Rosen looked at her carefully and saw that her face was rosy and her eyes were lively, and he was completely relieved.
Then he turned to look at Gendeloni, and seeing that she was also looking great, he smiled: "So it seems that Jenny also has good news?"
Gendeloni nodded immediately, her face full of joy.
"I just performed a Creator Meditation, and I found that the increase in mana speeds up a lot, even faster than when I was a child!"
"Then, the mana that had been stuck at the low level suddenly broke through to the middle level!"
Rosen was also very happy: "Well, there are two mid-level mages and one high-level mage sitting in this room. It feels like the whole room is brightened up."
There was no wine for breakfast, so he raised the fresh goat's milk and said: "Come here, I hope that ten years from now, we will still be sitting around the same table, and by then, we will already be three great masters."
As soon as these words came out, both women's eyes lit up and they raised their goat's milk to drink: "Blessings to the three great mages!"
After breakfast, Thrandis and Gendeloni unanimously decided to continue studying the technique of stabilizing petrification, while Rosen took a carriage and rushed to the temple in the south of the city.
When I arrived at the temple, I saw the chief priest Faao and found that he looked a little serious.
"Priest, do you have an urgent mission?"
Priest Fa'ao shook his head: "No, God summoned you."
He pointed to the futon in front of the statue: "Kneel on it like last time."
Rosen complied.
After he knelt down, the priest of Fa'ao began to pray to the statue. After about ten seconds, a golden light shone on Rosen's body.
The vision darkened and then brightened, and a gorgeous palace carved from flawless white jade appeared.
This palace is built on the top of a mountain. Looking to the side, it is full of cliffs. Looking into the distance, you can only see rolling mountain peaks, and you can't see the edge at a glance.
The wind howled on the top of the mountain, which made it look very desolate.
The palace door was open, and there was a familiar figure standing inside. It was none other than Saint Alfroya whom he had met in the Arena of Gods before.
But there are many differences from last time.
This time, Alfroya didn't hold a staff, nor did she put her long dark golden hair into a beautiful hairstyle. She just casually scattered it behind her, looking like a flowing dark golden waterfall.
The clothes she wore were just daily attire, and she didn't look like an indifferent golden spirit, but like a lazy lady who had just gotten up and only washed herself.
Hearing the movement at the door, she turned around and looked at Rosen. Her face was still flawless, but there was a hint of fatigue between her brows and eyes.
"You are here."
This is probably a greeting.
Rosen nodded in response: "Yes, I'm here."
I wanted to walk into the main hall, but after looking at the spotless white jade floor tiles under my feet, I didn't dare to step on them for fear of leaving black footprints.
"Come in and sit across from me."
Not a single servant could be seen in the main hall. It seemed that there was only one person in the entire palace, and a stone table was placed against the wall.
Alfreya walked over and sat down on the chair with her legs curled up. Rosen could only follow her instructions and sit upright opposite her.
"Sage, what are your orders?"
"Two things."
"The first thing is, I couldn't find the answer to the question you asked last time. I asked my brothers and sisters about it, and they were also stumped, so I can't give you the answer."
After saying that, she stared at Rosen carefully.
Based on the last experience, Rosen had already learned well. His face was expressionless, his eyes were motionless, and his thoughts were empty.
"Oh~ forget it then." He replied calmly.
"Aren't you disappointed?"
"No, because I personally think this is just a mathematical game. It doesn't matter if you can't find the answer."
This is part of his true thoughts.
In his opinion, in order to solve this conjecture, there is a high probability that some talented people will create brand-new mathematical tools.
But if this mathematical tool cannot be applied to the real world, it is no different from a mathematical game.
"So, you really don't know the answer?"
Rosen shook his head: "Saint, if I know the answer, why do I have to ask you?"
Alfreya looked a little confused, but quickly calmed down.
"You are a rare master of mathematics. If you encounter any difficulties next time, don't ask me again, because I definitely don't know."
Rosen nodded respectfully: "Yes, Saint."
"The next thing is the second thing. Last night, did you release an enhanced secret method of borrowing fire?"
Rosen didn't think this matter could be hidden from the other party, so he nodded directly: "Yes."
A trace of seriousness appeared on Alfroya's face: "I tacitly allowed Vina to teach you, but I didn't let you use this technique to kill people!"
"Strictly speaking, the soul belongs to God, and your behavior has violated the third golden rule."
Rosen was slightly shocked: 'Saint, I don't understand.'
"The complete content of the Third Golden Rule is that extraordinary beings are not allowed to enter the Golden Land, and are not allowed to use any secret methods to charm, enslave, or harm mortal souls."
Rosen understood, but he was not panicked. Because the other party asked the math question first and then asked this, it showed that this question was not as important as a math question.
So, he directly asked the result: "Sage, are the consequences serious?"
Alfroya shook her head: "It's not a big deal, it just caused me to be severely scolded by my brother, and I promised not to teach you any secrets of the soul in the future."
Rosen's heart moved: "Who is your brother?"
"The Holy Spirit responsible for managing Winter City, the 38-star extraordinary Archmage Saint Gerdemann, is also the highest-status Golden Holy Spirit in the North."
Rosen understood immediately: "So, the person who was killed was a powerful weapon refining mage living in Winter City?"
Alfroya shook his head: "I haven't paid attention to the specifics, but it's probably like this."
"Anyway, it's my fault that I didn't tell you clearly about this, but there will be no next time, you know?!"
Rosen immediately nodded and promised: "Then from now on I will only defend, not attack."
Alfroya nodded with satisfaction: "That's it."
After saying that, Rosen thought he was about to be sent off, but unexpectedly, a light flashed on the table in front of him, and a piece of manuscript paper appeared. When he looked carefully, he saw that it was full of mathematical symbols.
"I encountered a small problem when studying flow numbers. It's not difficult, but it requires tedious calculations. Please help me calculate it."
Rosen was startled: "Saint, do you think too highly of me?"
Alfroya smiled: "The fact that you can decipher the logic runes that I spent three years creating in one day is enough to show that you are very good at calculations."
"Okay, let's do the math quickly. If you can't figure it out, you're not allowed to go back!"
"Saint, do you plan to put me under house arrest?"
"No, it's a deal. If you figure it out, I will reward you."
"But if you can't figure it out, just keep doing it for me. It's your punishment for using secret techniques to kill people, and it's also an explanation for my brother."
Rosen argued: "The reason why the secret technique works is because the weapon refiner's ass is dirty."
If he hadn't opened a hole in his soul, others would have no way to attack.
"I know, otherwise the punishment wouldn't be so light."
In this case, Rosen could only make a calculation.
He took the manuscript paper, looked at it carefully, and found that it was indeed not difficult, but it was indeed very tedious. Calculating with a pen would make someone vomit blood.
Naturally, the super computing power cannot be exposed. After thinking about it, Rosen decided to calculate on paper and slow down the speed to show off.
"Sage, give me a pen."
Before he finished speaking, the pen was already in his hand.
"Not one, but eight."
Eight pens appeared next to him, and a large amount of snow-white manuscript paper appeared.
Rosen used the mage's hand to control the pen and calculated in parallel.
Of course, the calculation steps are jumpy. When it comes to tedious and repetitive calculations, just meditate for five or six minutes and then give the results directly.
After about three hours, he finished the calculation and wrote fifty pages.
"Saint, it's done."
"Why don't you check it and make sure it's right?"
"It's definitely not wrong. Why don't you check it?"
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Alfreya had no words to refute, and could only accept the baseless assumption that 'the result is correct'.
Then, Rosen stretched out his hand to Alfroya: "Where is my reward, Saint?"
Alfroya fulfilled her promise and handed a copy of the manuscript to Rosen.
"I checked and found that your wife encountered some troubles while meditating. This knowledge may be able to help you."
Rosen took the manuscript and looked at the title. He saw it read "A Deep Exploration into the Nature of the Polarity of Magic Power". He was shocked and immediately stood up and bowed to express his thanks.
"Thank you for your advice, saint."
Alfroya smiled slightly: "You should learn what you have learned, and don't go around saying that I taught you, otherwise I will be scolded and you will not end well."
Rosen's heart moved: "For example, Archmage Fentian?"
"Yes, that guy is a rare bastard. Thanks to him, my 468th brother was punished by Father God himself and was severely injured. It took him fifty years of rest to recover."
Rosen was shocked when he heard this and immediately said: "Saint, I will be careful in my words and deeds and will never reveal anything about heaven to mortals!"
Alfroya nodded with satisfaction: "Your past actions have fully proven that you are a reputable mage. So I believe you."
"Now, go back."
As he finished speaking, Rosen's vision went dark, and when it lit up again, he had returned to the temple.
I sighed secretly in my heart: "Tsk, I actually violated the third golden rule. It's really scary."
