In the dim room, Rosen clearly felt Cyrus' hostility. Although he was puzzled, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
He jumped out of bed in a hurry and asked cautiously: "Teacher, did I do something bad?"
Cyrus seemed to be immersed in some emotion, and Rosen's voice woke him up.
The cold light in his eyes quickly faded, but the coldness still lingered on his face, like ice edges floating in ice water, which was shocking.
"No, you did nothing wrong, you did very well, very well, far beyond my imagination!"
As he spoke, a trace of jealousy flashed in Cyrus' eyes that could not be concealed.
He did not expect that a sheepherder who came out of a mountain den and had no foundation in magic would enter deep meditation the first time he learned it.
It took him half a year to achieve this at Golden Dawn Academy, and even now, twenty years later, he can't guarantee that he can enter a deep state of meditation at any time.
His face showed half annoyance and half impatience. After pondering for a moment, he reluctantly said: "Well, I'll read this book to you. If you don't understand anything, just ask me, do you understand?"
Rosen wanted to say that he understood, but as he spoke, he remembered what happened before, so he shook his head blankly: "Teacher, I don't quite understand the word 'mix evenly' in the third sentence."
‘咤~~~~’
For the rest of the time, Sellers read and explained, while Rosen acted as a stupid kid and studied awkwardly. It was not until late at night that he finished reading the book "Oil Painting Techniques".
But he remembered very clearly that before, Cyrus took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was only a quarter past one at night.
Cyrus put out the oil lamp, and the room fell into darkness.
In his previous life, he was still young, and his experience and vision were naturally far beyond that of a 14-year-old boy. He could see through Cyrus's thoughts at a glance.
The cold winter night fell silent once again, and the strange scene that happened before seemed like a nightmare.
After a while, Rosen felt that he could hear something in his ears, and asked in shock: "Teacher, what happened?"
Cyrus lay down on the wooden bed and pointed to the corner of the room: "I'm going to rest, you can sleep on the floor over there. You are not allowed to make any noise while sleeping, do you understand?!"
Cyrus did not respond. The pale light outside the window reflected on his thin face, completely revealing the look of horror on his face.
"Take this "Oil Painting Techniques" and give you these paints and canvases. Study it carefully and master the oil painting techniques as soon as possible."
At this moment, Rosen saw a huge black shadow like ink vaguely appearing in the low-hanging, thick gray-white clouds in the sky outside the window.
It was already 7 o'clock at night, and the sky was already dark. Sellers lit the oil lamp on the table, laid "Oil Painting Techniques" flat on the table, and read sentence by sentence.
Rosen listened carefully and stared at the words on the page.
‘Hoo~~’
Cyrus has regained his composure, but the look of horror still remains on his thin face.
"Teacher, I don't know how to read." The young man's voice sounded like a mosquito, his face turned red, and he seemed to feel very ashamed.
The wooden floor was very dirty and hard, but fortunately it was on the second floor, and downstairs was the hotel lobby. The fire in the lobby burned the ceiling, and also slightly heated the wooden boards.
"Rosen, you have mastered quiet meditation perfectly. But if you want to further learn spell knowledge, you must earn more money."
The entire hotel and even the entire town were awakened, and screams kept coming from outside the house.
When your mind is disturbed, even shallow meditation is difficult to achieve.
As the black shadow went away, the gray-white light in the clouds quickly dimmed until it turned into darkness again.
Rosen was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, mentor."
After a long time, Rosen came back to his senses and asked cautiously: "Teacher, what is that?"
"Yes, mentor."
Cyrus pointed to the broken window: "Take the bear skin to cover the window, clean up the broken glass, and then continue to sleep."
Cyrus let out a long sigh, with a look of exhaustion on his face: "That's it for today. I've told you all the introductory skills of oil painting. Starting from tomorrow, you can start practicing with real objects and try to master this skill as soon as possible.
"
"Yes, mentor."
This answer gave Rosen great psychological comfort. After all, no one likes to live in a chaotic, turbulent and precarious ghost place.
Obviously, this matter far exceeded the limit of his ability.
But reason abruptly suppressed the impulse.
After reading a few sentences, Cyrus asked: "Can you understand?"
'Are humans captive pets of God?'
It's still cold, but barely bearable.
Cyrus was also awakened. He jumped out of bed, bent down and walked to the window. He only exposed his eyes on the window sill and looked out carefully.
"The contract stipulates that the Golden Land will never be disturbed by supernatural beings, and those who violate the law will be punished by God. Therefore, unless the ash bird is crazy, it will not attack White Horse Town."
The black shadow flashed through the gray-white clouds at an incredible speed. One moment, the black shadow was still approaching the sky above Baima Town, and the next moment, it was already hurtling towards the northwest.
Rosen became even more horrified: "If it is bent on committing murder, can anyone stop it?"
But the broken glass on the windowsill and the constant voices outside the window continue to prove the reality of the nightmare.
When dealing with such people, especially when you are still in an absolutely weak position, you must be very careful and do not stimulate the other person's self-esteem in the slightest.
"The Ember Bird, the King of Nightmares, is the fallen descendant of the immortal bird. Fortunately, it was just passing by. Otherwise, its fallen fire could burn Whitehorse Town to ashes in an instant, and the creatures burned to death by the fallen fire would be
Reborn as a sleepless dead spirit."
In the video, Rosen listened to the voice and compared the alien characters on the book, and began to learn the characters of this world.
Cyrus frowned and patted his forehead: "Oh~ It's really impossible for a wild child like you who grew up in a mountain den to read."
This scene is also like a huge ink painting with the sky as the drawing board, full of black and white freehand brushwork.
Tightening the animal skin jacket tightly, Rosen closed his eyes, concentrated, summoned the desktop, opened "Rosen's Adventure Journal", and began to replay the reading process in the first half of the night.
On the other side, Cyrus naturally didn't know what Rosen was thinking, so he took out a book from his arms.
After saying that, seeing Rosen being silent, he suddenly felt unhappy: "Why don't you speak?"
An illiterate person cannot be a mage.
"Oh~"
It’s really annoying to compare people to each other!
Rosen tiptoed to the corner of the room, put on his clothes and lay down on the floor.
It's like a supersonic fighter jet flying at low altitude!
"Yes, I remember."
He secretly thought: 'Then just stay humble.'
After he finished scolding him, he calmed down and explained carefully. After all, this was related to his future income.
Cyrus sneered: "No one can stop it, only God can stop it. But don't worry too much. Thousands of years ago, the Golden God and the extraordinary beings made a contract of non-interference, which is the third golden rule.
"
Jealousy gnawed at Cyrus's heart like a poisonous snake, making him extremely depressed.
Every time he glanced at Rosen, his annoyance became more and more intense. He almost wanted to give this guy a poisonous heart curse on the spot, causing his heart to burst and die.
After being busy for a while, Rosen lay down on the cold and hard floor again, but his mind could not calm down for a long time, and thoughts kept coming and going.
Another extremely penetrating sound crashed in, shattering the glass and causing the ears of the two people in the room to buzz until they were almost deafened.
Cyrus cursed disdainfully: "What a fool!"
‘Poof~’
'You are obviously a low-level mage, but you are jealous of me, a beginner, and you almost want to kill me. This kind of mentality is simply smaller than the tip of a needle.'
Rosen's expression was as respectful as ever, but deep inside he felt chills.
"Yes, mentor."
Rosen was startled. He opened his eyes and looked at the window. Through the inferior green glass, he saw gray-white light coming through the window, as if it was dawn.
I was concentrating on studying when I suddenly heard a very loud sound of airflow coming from outside the house, and the windows were slapped by the airflow. Immediately afterwards, the dogs in the small town began to bark crazily.
'How can mortals face the real world without the protection of God?'
"What kind of existence is the Golden God who laid down the Golden Law?"
There is no answer, and Cyrus must not know or dare to answer such an ungodly question, so he can only rely on himself to find the answer.
Rosen tried to calm down and began to learn otherworldly writing again.