In recent days, Allen's mind has been basically focused on these few things: preparing for the final exam, digging the "magic well", and conceiving a thesis.
As for the magic experiment, he didn't dare to try it easily again. The reason was simple. If something unexpected happened, Jeffrey's fragile mind would not be able to withstand another heavy blow.
At this moment, sitting at the desk, Allen thought for a moment and wrote the title of the paper on the manuscript paper:
"On the possibility of spiritual power replacing magic power, taking the lighting spell model as an example."
He had to admit that he was used to typing on a computer in his previous life, and was really not used to handwritten papers. Because it was extremely inconvenient to revise, he had to spend a lot of time preparing detailed outlines and drafts.
"I don't know how the Mage Tower will evaluate my whimsical idea." Allen thought with some anxiety.
Allen was determined to get the opportunity to enter the Mage Tower. With the help of magic books circulating on the market, he could learn popular magic knowledge, but he could not learn the real "core technology" such as meditation. And the black spar contained
The secret may require him to learn more advanced magical knowledge before he can crack it.
Because of this, when Jeffrey told him that "publishing papers can increase the probability of admission," he did it without hesitation.
But he was not sure of success.
As far as he knew, those who usually published papers in the Mage Tower were magicians of level three or above.
As for the manuscript of The Magic Apprentice, the reviewers will probably brush it off without even looking at it.
In everyone's opinion, apprentices who don't even have magic power are not qualified to engage in magic research. With this little time, they might as well dig the "well of magic power".
This is not discrimination, it is fact.
Facing the cruel reality, Allen can only do his best to try to grasp the one ten thousandth hope.
Thinking of this, he pondered for two seconds and began to write the main text.
Obviously, writing a paper is not an easy task. Citing materials, organizing data, and Mage Tower's strict inspection of the repetition rate of papers made Allen's writing progress extremely slow.
When he wrote the last period, the clock rang at midnight. Looking at the blue moon hanging in the sky, Allen sighed softly and realized that he was already sweating profusely.
"I'm tired. Let's check again tomorrow!" Allen stuffed the manuscript paper into the drawer and lay down on the bed exhausted. Jeffrey, the guy, had already been snoring on the bed opposite.
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Early the next morning, Allen reread the paper several times, and after confirming that there were no errors or omissions, he stuffed the manuscript paper into an envelope, summoned a carrier pigeon, and asked it to deliver the manuscript to the Master's Tower.
As for how Mage Tower will handle his paper, that is beyond Allen's control.
"Anyway, the worst result is nothing," Allen comforted himself. "The higher the expectations, the easier it is to be disappointed."
After finishing breakfast with a few slices of bread, Alan and Jeffrey came to the calculus class together.
They arrived very early today, the old professor hadn't come yet, and there weren't many people in the classroom. In the quiet atmosphere, Allen began to read the textbook, while Jeffrey lay on the table to catch up on his nap.
At this moment, Howard, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly turned around, holding the "Introduction to Magic" in his hand, and politely interrupted Allen's meditation:
"Alan, I'm sorry to disturb you. I have encountered several problems with this book. If it is convenient for you, I would like to ask you for advice."
Allen was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Howard, who had outstanding grades, would be so "shameless".
But he still smiled and nodded: "No problem."
After hearing Allen's affirmative words, Howard opened the "Introduction to Magic", pointed to a line of inconspicuous notes and asked:
"Do you know who wrote these notes? Why does he continually deny Mr. Mullins's views?"
Allen calmed down, looked at where Howard was pointing, and tried not to laugh out loud.
"It actually takes time to perceive magic elements? There is something wrong with this book!"
"I swear on my conscience, this is definitely not the ultimate speed for digging the magic well! There must be something wrong with this book!"
"Could it be that...the limit of so-called genius is just this? There must be something wrong with this book!"
"..."
Yes, these notes were all written by Allen.
In his previous life, Allen read too many online novels and developed the habit of making complaints. Now that he has come to another world, he habitually expresses his opinions in textbooks.
But he never imagined that his careless complaints would cause such trouble to Howard!
This... this is really hard to describe!
Looking at the uncertain expression on Allen's face, Howard couldn't help but his heart beat faster and he was deeply worried about his condition:
Is Mr. Merlins's view really wrong? The magical talent that he is so proud of is actually not worth mentioning at all?
His heart was in turmoil, and the seconds seemed like years.
After a few seconds, Allen finally coughed dryly and explained with some embarrassment: "The previous owner of this book was a pervert. He relied on his amazing magical talent and liked to challenge authority. No matter what he says, you must not believe it.
Everything is based on Mr. Mullins’s point of view, and it will definitely not go wrong.”
The black crystal and time travel are Allen's biggest secrets. Before exploring the truth, he does not want to reveal the relevant information to anyone.
After hearing Allen's explanation, Howard nodded seriously and expressed his gratitude to Allen. At the same time, he secretly cursed the unknown "pervert" who had hurt his self-esteem ten thousand times in his heart.
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When the old professor walked into the classroom with his book in his arms and continued his "two-hour hypnosis magic experiment", a bitter smile appeared on Allen's face.
"Is it really okay to call yourself a pervert?" He thought helplessly, covering his face with a calculus textbook and continuing to dig into the "well of magic."
At this moment, only six days have passed since Allen became a magic apprentice, but the "well of magic" in his conscious world has already reached the depth that Mr. Merlins had when he advanced to become a formal magician.
With just a little more effort, he can break Mr. Merlins' record and turn Mr. Merlins' phrase "unprecedented and unprecedented" into a joke.
But for some reason, he always felt that his excavation progress was far from reaching its limit.
If he wanted to, he could even keep digging.
So...will he continue?
"Anyway, I don't have the meditation method now. Even if I become an official magician, I can't get magic power," Allen weighed in his mind. "It's better to continue digging wells! Besides, that narcissistic old guy Merlins, I would have
I can’t stand him anymore.”
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and used the sharp sword of his mind to attack the solid barrier again and again; the pleasure mixed with pain was like an endless stream, rising one after another.
But the hearty feeling didn't last long.
The next moment, an accident happened.
The wall of the magic well collapsed suddenly, and Allen didn't even have time to stop it.
In the severe pain, Allen only felt that his eyes were black and his head was dizzy, as if the blood all over his body was pouring into his mind uncontrollably, annihilating his consciousness.