The next day, it’s dinner time. (If you really don’t want to watch part of the castle story, please jump directly to Chapter 48)
Accompanied by soothing classical music, Anvis explained his status to the Duke.
At this time, Duke Carlot was tasting a delicious piece of Anne cake,
It is a meringue berry cream cake, which is composed of thickly spread sweet white cream, neatly stacked, brightly colored, fragrant fresh berries, and uniquely fragrant Wyvern meringue.
The pastry chef perfectly combined the strengths of the three and baked this dessert with a very beautiful taste and appearance.
It is said that this dessert was specially created by the royal chief pastry chef in the early days of the Magic Empire to celebrate the birthday of the fourth princess Anne.
The little princess was very satisfied after tasting it. When she asked about the name of the dessert, she heard that it was a new dessert without a name, so she named it after herself.
Carrot likes this cake very much, with its crispy outside and extremely soft and fluffy inside. It always reminds him of his first encounter with Elena.
She felt the same way back then, she acted elegantly and neatly, but she also had a birdy side, and her taste was also sour and sweet.
"You said you are ready to officially advance?"
After tasting a piece of Annie's cake again, the Duke put down his fork and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. Then he raised his head and stared at Anvis's smiling face with his blue eyes, his expression slightly surprised.
Having two legendary bloodlines gave Anvis a talent far beyond ordinary people, but it also greatly slowed down his advancement.
The simple truth is that the amount of water required to fill a water cup is much greater than that of a water jar.
"Yes, father, I have completely reached the limit of my mental power last night. Even if I don't take the initiative to advance, I will naturally advance at midnight tonight."
With an elegant smile, Anvis reached out, picked up a glass of Forest Dream from the drink tray in the maid's hand, and took a sip.
The shape of this juice is like a light green shimmering cloud, and the taste is fresh and sweet, like taking a sip of flowing mist, or like a soft and cool cloud.
"Haha - good! Very good!"
After receiving Anvis's answer, the Duke felt happy for a moment and couldn't help but laugh. The laughter was filled with the joy of a father when he hears his child grow up.
Elena and Fiona also looked at Anvis with some surprise. The difference was that Elena admired her youngest son's talent, while Fiona was simply happy that her brother was about to advance.
"However, since you are ready to advance, how much do you know about the specific process of becoming a formal spell caster, as well as the concept and selection of initial magic?"
After laughing, the Duke looked serious and turned the topic to the specific details of the advancement.
Hearing this, Elena and Fiona also paused their movements and looked up at the two of them.
These two issues are very critical. A well-prepared advancement and a careless advancement will lead to completely different ultimate achievements of the caster in the future.
Putting down the goblet in his hand, Avis raised a white napkin and gently wiped the corners of his mouth to make his expression appear more relaxed and natural.
Afterwards, he sorted out the contents in his memory, stared at the Duke with sky-blue eyes, and recounted the answer he had thought of before in a clear and slow tone.
"It was mentioned in the book "Basic Magic Theory" that two conditions need to be met to become an official spell caster.
One: Gather a spiritual core.
2; Construct the initial spell model in the spiritual sea."
"After the mental power reaches a certain standard, the caster can center on a point in the spiritual sea, control his own mental power to revolve around this center, rotate at a specific frequency, and constantly 'compress' it with his thoughts.
When compressed to a certain extent, the core of spiritual power will naturally form.
The stronger the caster's spiritual power, the higher the chance of successfully condensing the core.
If the total amount of spiritual power reaches the upper limit of the spiritual sea, the caster will spontaneously condense the core of spiritual power within 24 to 30 magic hours. This is also the original way for ancient spellcasters to advance.
But by the middle stage of the ancient magic empire, this way of advancement had basically been abandoned by mages.
The reason is that when the total amount of mental power is the same, the quality of the naturally condensed core is generally inferior to that of the core condensed by the compression method."
Having said this, Anvis took a breath, picked up the clear goblet, and took another sip of the refreshing cloud juice to moisturize his dry throat.
"Just like a newborn baby opening its eyes to see the world for the first time, the moment the core is condensed, the caster truly opens the mage's 'eyes' and 'sees' a more real world for the first time.
At this time, the caster will briefly enter a special "over-limit" state.
In this state, the spell model built in the spiritual sea before advancement will change in some unknown and good direction. This is the formation principle of the initial spell.
As the caster's level increases, the level of the initial spell will also increase, and more unknown changes will occur at each level.
Due to talent limitations, the mental power of ordinary spellcasters before entering the level is only enough to construct spells with the simplest structure.
The upper limit of initial spells is two. Even if a genius can construct more than two spells before the first level, only the first two spells constructed will have mutations.
According to statistics from the Continental Magic Council, due to their relatively simple spell structure and dazzling power after mutation, magic missile and fireball are the two recognized initial spells with the largest number of people constructing them."
After speaking for a long time, Anvis drank up the remaining juice in the cup and put the empty cup back on the tray.
"I'm finished, Father."
Duke Carrot nodded with satisfaction and praised Anvis' knowledge, while Elena also smiled happily.
On the side, Fiona's clear lake-blue eyes, like those in the snow-capped mountains, were a little frightened.
She has also read "Basic Magic", which is full of dense small words! There is not even a single illustration!
My brother was able to memorize that thick and boring book! How amazing!
"So, have you chosen the initial spell you want to build?"
The Duke nodded with satisfaction, looking at Anvis with a hint of relief in his eyes.
"The choice has been made, father. I am currently preparing to..."
"Oh - Anvis, why can't you call me daddy more intimately like you did when you were a child? It won't be too late to use this formal title in a few years."
But just when he was about to tell his choice, the Duke suddenly interrupted him with a somewhat dissatisfied tone. The reason made Anvis dumbfounded.
"Dear Carlot~, why can't you wait until our child has finished speaking before you speak? Go on, my lovely little Avis, mother is listening."
What she wanted to hear was suddenly interrupted. The beautiful Duchess narrowed her eyes slightly and showed a "gentle" smile to the Duke.
Then she turned her head again, looking at Anvis with encouragement and affection in her amethyst-like eyes.
The Duke shrank his neck, calmly picked up the knife and fork, divided the remaining meringue on the plate, and swallowed the dessert, which was frozen by Elena at a glance and was hard from the inside to the outside.