The next morning, Rikka opened the courtyard door with fried eggs and bacon. After chatting with Christine for a while, she hurried back to the kitchen.
After breakfast, Boom began to practice, while Rikka lay on the bed, like an abandoned pet. She flipped through the novel on the left and looked at Boom on the right. Rikka was so bored that she made a weird face, but in the end there was no one there.
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The iron kettle kept spitting out white mist, and Rikka sat by the bed, imitating the noble lady in the novel and drank hot tea. The snack to go with it was naturally the white sugar cake that had just been baked.
Boom kept his eyes tightly closed, and the magic light ribbon of "Elemental Summoning" danced continuously, and the magic power penetrated through the skin and was absorbed into the body.
After many days of laziness, it was like maggots in the tarsus, and being able to start practicing seemed like a kind of salvation. Boom was completely immersed in the fluorescence of magic, enjoying the peace and calm.
The black wooden staff floats in the air, sometimes depicting an offensive array, and sometimes perfectly replicating a defensive array. And in his spare time, he does not forget to use a reduced version of the Zodiac Continuous Bomb.
Time passed by minute by second, and the midday sun warmed the high courtyard, making the small courtyard deep in the dark alley shine with golden light.
Rikka's cooking skills can be called a master, at least in Boom's opinion, she has already surpassed those so-called chefs. The aroma is overflowing, tender and crispy, the food on the silver plate is decreasing rapidly, and Rikka's smile is getting stronger. p>
She likes to watch Boom eat, she likes him to eat a lot, and she likes Boom to eat her own food even more. But when she was in a daze, the white sugar cake on her plate was also swallowed up by Boom.
"Brother...you are bullying me!" Rikka said with a bitter look on her face, because that was her last piece of sugar cake.
"Huh? I thought you were full. Remember not to be dazed next time." Boom smacked his mouth, his expression looking very unbeatable.
Washing the dishes, cleaning the yard, and drying the clothes. Rikka returned to the house after finishing all this, while Boom had also finished resting and was about to start practicing magic again.
But Rikka grabbed the corner of Boom's clothes. At this time, she had a strange expression, showing that she was hesitant to speak. It seemed that she had something she wanted to say but couldn't say.
"What's wrong? If you want me to compensate you for hanging out, just say so." Boom patted Rikka's little head and asked dotingly.
"No, I just think my brother is weird. I have watched my brother practice for more than a year. There are some things I want to say, but I always feel that they are not good."
"You can say whatever you want. We are not outsiders, so we don't have to keep it in our hearts." Boom let go of Rikka and replied curiously.
"Hey, my brother learned his space magic from that parchment. If that's the case, it means that the person who wrote the parchment is a senior."
"The so-called seniors are just pedantic or rigid guys. Why do you think what this person says must be correct?"
"People have always been surprised. According to what my brother said, the magic circle is just a carrier that combines various magic powers."
"The magic circle is just like an oil painting! As long as the painting is accurate, who stipulates that it must be round? Is my brother practicing stupidly?"
Rikka kept talking, while Boom shook his head from the beginning, and eventually turned into shock and consternation. He looked at Rikka in disbelief, and at his only relative.
At this moment, Rikka was like a child who had made a mistake. She lowered her head and said nothing. The importance of magic to Boom was like the sugar cake in Rikka's hand.
"Brother...Is that what I said wrong? Brother, please continue practicing. I...I went to buy groceries." After saying this, Rikka suddenly jumped out of bed, planning to run away immediately.
"No, you said it very well, but I was too extreme. As a reward, what do you think my magic circle should look like?"
Boom grabbed Rikka and replied with a smile. Through the other party's words, Boom seemed to have a bell ringing in his ears, waking him up from his confusion.
"It looks like it, how about it turns into petals, it's very pretty." Rikka tilted her head and replied timidly.
A moment later, Boom started practicing again. Rikka held the tea cup and drank non-stop. The magic crystal shadow lamp was lit by Boom, and all the magic in the room was wrapped in it.
At this time, Boom concentrated his spiritual power on the black wood staff. At this time, he was no longer a follower, but transformed into a pioneer.
You can only walk your own path. There is no absolutely perfect thing in this world, and naturally there is no perfect and infinite magic.
The attacking array appeared out of thin air again, followed by the defensive array. However, compared to the previous movements, Boom was as slow as a snail.
But the originally scattered fluorescence gradually condensed into lines, and finally these lines twisted and turned into magic arrays. Instead of slowly gathering like before.
Although Boom closed his eyes tightly, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth. Although he was not familiar with it yet, the direction was correct.
Boom believes that as long as he is given three months, he will definitely surpass his previous spell casting speed, and the biggest shackles of space spells will be eliminated that day.
Thinking of this, Boom waved his hand and launched the attack and defense array again. In an instant, two arrays composed of petal magic patterns appeared in the room.
The one on the left exudes a hint of heat, while the one on the right looks extremely gentle. Boom opened his eyes, controlling the magic circle, and turned to look at Rikka.
At this moment, Rikka had already fallen into a sluggish state. Although she suggested that Boom change his previous practice method, it was just an idea of hers.
Rikka is not a magician. She just watches Boom practice every day and learns a lot about magic under the influence of her ears and eyes.
But Boom actually did what she said, and even changed the shape of the magic circle. This made her frightened. If Boom ruined her career because of her joke, then she would be a sinner.<
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The magic circle slowly dissipated, and the black wooden staff also remained motionless on the bed. After letting out a breath of filthy breath, Boom stood up and walked to the dining table.
"Brother...Brother, are you okay? Those words I said before were all lies to you. Is it really okay to do this?" Rikka grinned, trying hard to force out a smile that was uglier than crying.<
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"Huh? It's okay. Through your suggestion, I condensed the magic power into threads, which not only speeds up the casting speed again, but also allows me to change their shapes at will."
Boom put down the water glass and replied with some surprise. Because in his opinion, Rikka who could give these suggestions must have a deep understanding of magic.
However, this was not the case. After a conversation between the two, Boom realized that Rikka was just talking nonsense and it was completely her subjective fantasy.
"Brother, your future magic circles will all look like flower petals, okay?" Rikka filled up Boom's wine glass and asked with a grin.
"Okay, it doesn't matter what it looks like anyway, just do it if you like it." Boom chewed the dried meat and replied softly.
From this day on, Boom's magic circle looks like blooming flowers. This is not only a thank you to Rikka, but also marks a journey exclusive to Boom.