Of course, Allen didn't know that his trivial magic experiment would create such rich associations among a group of devout believers in the God of Darkness.
For him, the upcoming final exam is obviously much more important than the grudges between gods.
So, for two days on the weekend, Allen basically stayed in his room, reviewing math textbooks and preparing for the final exam.
Although he learned knowledge like calculus and plane geometry well in his previous life, his memory was somewhat blurred after graduating from college. If he didn't pick them up in time, he really couldn't guarantee that he would be able to successfully pass the final exam.
However, he still spent more time on learning magic. He didn't know how the Mage Tower would screen students, but with more preparation, he would always have a better chance of winning.
Although the original owner of the body had a lot of magic knowledge that could be used to fool people, he had never been exposed to real meditation methods. Therefore, Allen was determined to get the opportunity to enter the mage tower.
According to descriptions in magic books, when a person can control his own mental power and vaguely feel external elements, he is a magic apprentice.
This also means that Allen became a magic apprentice as soon as he traveled to this world. Of course, a magic apprentice like him who can directly "see" light and dark elements can only use "freak"
” to describe.
However, advancing from a magic apprentice to an official magician is not an easy process.
During this period, the magic apprentices need to use their mental power to dig a "well of magic" in their own conscious world.
When they become magicians, the "Magic Well" will serve as a container to contain the magic they gain through meditation.
The volume of the "Magic Well" determines their future development limit. The larger the volume, the more likely they are to become powerful magicians.
After all, no normal magician would have too much of magic power.
Therefore, in the past two days, whenever Allen had free time, he controlled his tyrannical mental power and "digged a well" in the world of consciousness.
With his tireless work attitude, the "well digging" project is progressing rapidly.
But there was one thing that puzzled him.
When he goes to bed at night, he always dreams that he is floating in mid-air, with snow-covered mountains below. In the vast white world, a towering black temple rises from the ground, which looks particularly abrupt.
He dreamed of a crowd of people dressed in black standing in the snow. They looked pious and recited prayers into the deep night. He could not hear the content of the prayers clearly, but he could feel that his soul was moving.
Resonate with these vague prayers.
But the strangest thing was that when he woke up in the morning, he was surprised to find that his mental power had become much stronger; the progress of digging the "Magic Well" had also been greatly improved.
"Perhaps this is the function of the black crystal again!"
Allen frowned slightly as he guessed.
…………
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, the short weekend passed. Allen had to leave the family castle, take a train to Cambridge University, and continue to be tortured by professors.
The servants carried his luggage and took him to the train station in Rann City.
Allen feels that this should be the place with the largest flow of people in the entire city of Rann. The sounds of cars, horses, people, and the whistle of the train are all intertwined together, accompanied by the rising milky white steam, condensed into
A symphony unique to this era.
The train to the University of Cambridge stopped at platform nine. It was a dark red steam locomotive, with billowing smoke coming from the chimney at the front of the locomotive, and the retro-style carriage was divided into several compartments.
As the son of the lord of Rann City, Allen occupies an entire compartment on the train by himself. In this way, he can continue to "dig a well" in his own conscious world without being disturbed.
When he focused on magic, he always felt that time passed very quickly.
…………
Lane City is not far from the University of Cambridge, about an hour's drive between the two.
When the sharp whistle sounded, Alan knew that the train had arrived.
He had to admit that the scenery of Cambridge University, which left a deep psychological shadow on the original owner of the body, was really beautiful.
Ancient buildings are located in the shade of green trees, and the rippling blue river runs through the middle of the campus. Against the background of the clouds in the sky and the weeping willows by the river, Allen feels as if he is in a fairyland.
As soon as he got out of the car, Allen saw a burly young man running towards him. Before he could stand still, he looked excited and patted him hard on the shoulder several times.
"Hey, Allen! You're finally here! I'm staying alone in the dormitory this weekend, and it's quite lonely!"
Hearing this, the smile on Allen's face froze. This bastard, can you not be so gay when you speak?
The visitor is Jeffrey, Allen's roommate in college.
Because all dormitories at Cambridge University are for two people, Alan and Jeffrey, who lived in the same room, naturally became inseparable good friends.
"By the way, Allen, how was your review for the final exam?"
Jeffrey, his bad friend, was also studying in the Department of Mathematics at the University of Cambridge, and his academic performance was only slightly better than that of Allen. However, this did not prevent him from finding a sense of superiority in front of Allen.
"So-so," Allen replied nonchalantly, "Just trying to pass."
"I feel guilty too," Jeffrey said with a miserable expression on his face, "I feel like I'm going to fail. God bless me, I don't want to retake it! The feeling of repeating a grade is so shameful!"
Allen smiled slightly and did not answer. Jeffrey, this guy, said before every exam that he would fail. What was the result? Basically, the score was neither more nor less, just on the passing line.
"Also, Alan, have you heard that after the final exam is over, Mage Tower plans to recruit a group of magic apprentices to our university?"
"Heard something."
Allen originally thought that this was the news that his father had received privately, but he did not expect that the news had already spread to everyone on campus.
"Alan, I know you are very interested in magic," Jeffrey said earnestly, "but I have also heard about your experience. Magical talent is not something you can have just by wanting it.
While you are still alive, you have to relax your mind and face all gains and losses calmly, right?"
Allen smiled and said nothing. He thought: How dare this guy come to give me chicken soup?
"But don't worry, Alan. As your friend, I will never treat you badly," Jeffrey patted his chest and said in a stern tone, "When I learn magic and become a magician, let me protect you."
I'm following you. Whoever dares to bully you, I'll blow his head off with a fireball!"