The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

"For a competition of this level," Pound turned his gaze back to Funk, "it's better for me," said one beat, "let's go back."

"Oh," Funk finally understood Pound's intention of jumping out to fight him.

"Wait!" Seeing that the two ignored him and were about to leave, the middle-aged man jumped up and shouted, "Where did you come from!? I teach my students, and you have room to dictate!? "

Pound paused, and asked Funk first, "Apart from daily competitions, what does he teach you?"

Seeing Pound's unhappy face, Funk answered honestly, "You have to salute before the competition, and you can only do it after the horn sounds."

"That's it?" Pound sneered.

After watching the previous battle, from this person's attitude towards funk, Pound vaguely guessed that the fight with funk had nothing to do with teaching at all.In addition to what he heard on the viewing platform, even if he does not doubt the possibility of this person using funk to open the gamble, Pound is very upset if funk is just like watching animals meaninglessly playing or performing this. happy.

Funk glanced at the middle-aged man, "And don't win too fast, you will--"

The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and he hurriedly said, "What do you know as a magician? Mowu has to go through combat training to combine martial arts and magic, which is completely different from your attacks that cast magic on the spot! Even if you can use magic Hitting him with a curse does not mean it will be more helpful to his magic and martial arts training!"

"I only know that fighting at the same level is meaningful." Pound looked sharply at the middle-aged man, "How much more can you expect from a mentor who can't even figure out the strength of the students? Or, you know it in your heart, but it's just another Purposeful?"

A hint of guilt appeared in the middle-aged man, and he immediately covered it up with anger, "Hmph! Why do I need to explain to you!? What are you! As long as he is still under my name, how to teach him has to be done according to my method! Otherwise he Don't even think about getting any credits!"

Pound returned a calm expression, and only said, "Thank you for reminding me, this is a small problem." Said that Bi pulled the funk and left.

No matter how dissatisfied he was with Funk's mentor, Pound knew that he could do nothing for the time being.But today's shot at least smashed the possibility of the instructor using funk to make money. Even if it is not good for funk's subsequent study, Pound will not allow this to happen.Funk had been considered a heresy in the North, and Pound didn't want funk to be entertained or diverted at the academy; he was responsible for enrolling funk.

After two months of camping, Pound knew and envied Funk's ability, but he didn't expect to be so ruined here. Thinking of this, Pound's expression was a little gloomy along the way.

"Are you unhappy?" Funk finally couldn't help asking after following Pound, who was walking dully.

This reminds Pound that he is also dissatisfied with Funk, "You know he is wasting your time, but you don't mind?"

Funk is a little guilty. Pound is a strict teacher in learning magic. "I thought there would always be one or two strong ones."

Pound recognized Funk's expression, and was silent for a while, "If you really don't want to learn, I won't force you."

Funk quickly grabbed Pound, "I think," fearing that Pound might not believe it, he emphasized, "It didn't matter before, but it doesn't matter now."

"Why?" Pound asked suddenly.

I have reasons to become stronger, what about funk?

"I can't lose you," Funk replied.

Pang De said flatly, "Yesterday you also said the same, why?"

Funk was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I am the master."

"Master?" Pound paused, squinting his eyes.

Funk nodded, "Anyone who wants to touch you has to step on me. Naturally, I am stronger than you."

The defense that had just been raised was gently pushed down again, and Pound turned his eyes away complicatedly.

He thought that Funk probably didn't know the rules of the magic pattern servant.

Even on the first day he was able to enter the library, the first thing Pound checked was this.

***

The next day, the news about the "battle light system" spread throughout Rogner Academy.

According to the word of mouth of nearly a thousand spectators, the fight between Pound and Funk was rendered earth-shattering.

The ability of the light department is generally known to be healing, not combat. Although Pound only used the ordinary fourth-level "light explosion" throughout the game, it was enough to make other departments who don't know the way stunned.

But the fuss is not without reason.Behind Pound's continuous casting of spells and approaching funk, there must be an endless stream of elemental magic power, as well as the ability to sing spells almost instantly.Even for magic envoys of other departments, Pound's level of spellcasting is far from being achieved by a level-[-] magic envoy (Pound's entrance test records level four in the light system).

Even when Pound asked Master Sol for a class, he was asked carefully by Sol with a smile.Pound thought that Sol's question was a bit malicious. The white-haired old man in front of him should know his true strength, but Pound pretended to be stupid and he also played stupid. In the end, Sol gave Pound a scroll, which read A person's name and a string of addresses, asking Pound's friends to visit.

Pound couldn't help being surprised, for Saul's help outside of schoolwork, he couldn't hide the surprise on his face while holding the scroll.

Sol stroked his snow-white beard and smiled, "In our time, there were not so many tutors, and each person could only have one tutor. This means that he has to be responsible for all the problems of the students, regardless of the field."

Pound was shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help but reassess the 180-year-old Sol in front of him.

This means...

Saul responded to Pound's gaze and blinked, "And you are a very talented student, and you are also a good kid to your friends. As a mentor, I hope to meet one. This small investment is still worthwhile for an old man like me." It's a good deal."

By saying this, Sol is tantamount to showing that the master-student relationship between the two extends beyond the academy; not only the scope, but also the time.

Even though it is another exchange of benefits in nature, judging from Sol's current status, it is undoubtedly more kind to Pound.

Glancing at Sol who was still standing and talking to him today, Pound didn't hesitate, put away the scroll in his hand, his expression relaxed, "Can this be understood as, even if you can't understand the teacher's scroll" Permeabilization, students can graduate smoothly?"

Sol's eyes widened, "This is not okay, how about smashing my signboard?"

Pound thought for a while, and condensed an extremely skilled dual-element "Survival Curse" in his palm; the green with gold radiance of the spell was extremely beautiful.

"I might be able to turn in another dissertation."

Sol's eyes changed, "Is this a dual-line spell?"

Pound didn't answer, he closed his eyes, and a ball of light condensed on the palm of his hand again.

This time, not only is there gold in the green, but there are also seven crystal clear water droplets hovering in the center.

The water droplets are magically dazzled by the constantly flashing light around them, and the colorful streamers are overflowing.

After a long while, Pound opened his eyes, and gave his palm slightly, "This is the best state I can do."

Thor stared at the group of almost perfectly balanced three-element power with a serious expression.

"Three Departments of Magic. It seems that we have to add lessons today."

***

After that, Pound told Sol the story that he was originally a three-line magician, and he practiced three-line elemental magic by using countless magic stones and steelmaking.After soaking in the library, Pound knew that even though this story was unbelievable, it did not violate the world's understanding of the rules of magic.In this way, he didn't have to reveal the "meditation" to Sol; whether to reveal it or not, Pound decided to be cautious.

But the three lines of magic had to be revealed.With the previous conflict with Gomez and the battle with Funk this time, Pound once again felt the limitation of not being able to use the other two lines.And if you have to tie your hands and feet for fear of being noticed when using magic in the future, then what is the use of the other two departments of magic in practice?

Now that he has Master Sol as his backer, the three-element magic may have another reason to convince the world of its rationality. After all, he is a master's apprentice, and some outstanding abilities may be understandable.For this consideration, Pound decided to disclose this information to Saul first. Even though Saul looked surprised, he did not have maladaptation; with Saul's acknowledgment, it would be easier to convince others.

Another reason why Pound decided to expose it was that, unlike the position adopted by the theoretical scroll, Sol agreed with the existence of dual-system magic fusion.In other words, Sol should have some degree of research on the application of multi-system magic.Pound's only success in the fusion of multi-system elements so far is the "promoting spell", but since there is one, there should be two.Pound was so convinced.It's just that if this kind of magic attempt is unguided, it will be half the result with half the effort. Pound thinks that his talent is limited and the resources are in front of him. If he doesn't take some risks, how can he get all his money?

Besides, after the incident of funk, Pound has some realizations that "a big tree attracts the wind" may be something to worry about, but in this world where the resources of the common people and the nobles are too different, hiding one's strength too much will only make oneself miss the resources.Just like Funk, if that mentor can understand Fang Ke's true strength, what he is doing today must not be a low-level use, but a deeper win-win and cooperation.

In any case, when Pound left Sol's research room that day, he not only had a scroll for Funk in his pocket, but also brought back another unnamed scroll, which recorded Thor's personal inferences about multi-line magic.Then, the once-a-week meeting turned into three times a week.

At this time, Pound still didn't know what the concept of a disciple passed on by a master was.

***

The next day, a sporadic small town by the river in the northeast of Pandesi City.

"It should be here," Pound reconfirmed the scroll in his hand, and pointed to a dilapidated house in front of him.

Funk couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Is there really someone living in it? This is worse than your house."

Pound also had some doubts in his heart.Just now they walked around the house a few times, trying to see the situation inside through the window, but as Funk said, there was a hole in the roof of the house, and the shutters on the window were half-opened, and they could only see through the window. Glimpsing the exposed stone walls and broken furniture, it is really not inhabited.

"Knock," Pound said again.

"Oh," Funk stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Sure enough, no one responded.

Funk paused for a while and then continued to knock for a long time, "No one."

Pound thought for a while, then raised his voice, "Is anyone here? Master Sol told us to-"

Before finishing speaking, the fragile door panel of the hut suddenly made a "bang!", as if it was knocked open by a gust of wind, but in the next second, Funk turned around in a hurry, and then rushed to Pound's side to pick him up, With a strong leap, he jumped a hundred meters away in an instant!

There was an indistinct sound in the wind. "suspect?"

Pound, who was shaken suddenly, finally saw clearly that it seemed to be a figure that was almost invisible, because smoke and dust suddenly rose from the place where he was standing, as if someone was stepping on it.

Funk pulled out his big sword at this time and was on guard, but Pound felt the danger intuitively from the invisible opponent. Regardless of 21, a seventh-level "Holy Light Shield" instantly enveloped the two of them.

With a drop of almost less than a second, there was a muffled impact on the shield from the left rear of the two.

Then a noisy little old man appeared in front of the two of them, jumping to accuse.

"Cheating and cheating! What kind of hands do you meddle in with your light element!!"