Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard Chapter 93: The origin of power

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Looking at the backs of Faras and Alina hurriedly leaving, Ryan grabbed Reid's hand and said, "Okay, you can't get away for half a year when you hide, right? Go, let's drink. Go."

Reid smiled and said: "Don't worry, I may not be as good as you when it comes to fighting, but you are definitely not as good as me when you drink."

"Haha, Reid, are you too humble, right?" Ryan walked with Reid, while deliberately joking with him: "You have worked hard for so long, so it's not for, uh, to lose weight, right?"

"What!" Reid jumped up and shouted angrily: "Who is it? Who is slandering me behind? Damn it, it must be Alina! A handsome man like me, no matter his tolerance Body shape can be regarded as the standard among men, men among men! Do I need to lose weight? Do I need it? Alina, you little girl, you are jealous, yes, you are jealous of me! I curse you for being breastless , I can’t find a man when I grow up!"

Ryan shrugged, and Red naturally understood that he had guessed the answer correctly. He cursed a few more words, and then whispered to Ryan, "Well, I just talked about it casually. Don't tell Ai Lina, otherwise she will definitely cause more trouble."

On the street, Alina, who was sitting in the carriage with Faras, shuddered suddenly, and whispered: "Damn it, who is talking about me behind your back?"

Ryan and Reid came to Luke’s study, and a servant greeted him quickly. Reid was quite familiar with this place. He said with a grin, "Bordeaux, the best kind." "Of course the servant recognized Reid, but he still looked at Ryan first, and then retired respectfully after seeing Ryan nodding his head. After a while, a bottle of Bordeaux wine with a history of more than 170 years was brought up. When Reid saw this bottle of Bordeaux, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if a wind wolf who had been hungry for a few days saw delicious food.

"Not bad!" Reid said in admiration: "I remember that this grade of Bordeaux is basically only available in Chad's cellar."

"Yes." Ryan said, "but now it belongs to Luke."

Reid didn’t say much, he poured half of the wine glass in front of him, then lifted the crystal wine glass from below with three fingers, shook it gently, and then used his nose to sniff the deposits. The taste exuded from the liquor of nearly 200 years.

Lane pulled over a chair and sat directly on it, just as he watched Reid quietly smelling the scent of Bordeaux with a full face of enjoyment. After a while, Reid raised his neck contentedly and drank the half glass of Bordeaux.

"It's really good." Reid's tongue was spinning in his mouth, and he said vaguely: "The days of penance are really not for people."

Ryan was a little curious, so he asked, "What is going on with this penance?"

Reid said to Ryan with a full face of vicissitudes: "It's very simple, that is, you continue to abuse yourself, and then satisfy the high gods. If you do this, you will be given greater strength."

Lane saw that Reid said so unbearable, he couldn’t help but feel amused. He could already believe what kind of life Reid lived during this period of asceticism, otherwise this very pious pastor in his bones would not say it. Such ugly words.

Reid sighed and said to Ryan, “Ryan, on this continent, there are two types of spellcasters, one is a magician, such as you. The magician improves his own power through meditation and other methods, and then releases Spells. But there are clergy such as priests and holy knights who can cast spells, such as me and Orlando. Our understanding of power is different from yours. In fact, our power is not really our own power. It was given to us by God."

"Simply put, it means that we have enough piety for the **** we believe in, so as a gift, our **** will temporarily lend us a small part of his power. For example, I release a sacred shield , This magic can protect me from being hurt by the enemy. I will praise the main **** I believe in in my heart, and then pray for him to give me this kind of power. Therefore, the more devout priest, the faster the spellcasting speed, the more powerful it will naturally be. "

"Penciful practice is to use the simplest way of life to get rid of the endless **** in the world. In this way, the inner distracting thoughts can be reduced, so that we can believe in our Lord God more piously and obtain More powerful force."

"God's power? Is there really such a power?" Ryan asked curiously.

"Of course there is. For example, my teacher, Master Ibel, can release the most powerful magic "big prophecy" on this continent! Well, it should be said that it is the most powerful in theory. No matter how powerful a mortal is, Gods are extremely insignificant, and this magic uses God’s power to modify the laws of the world."

"The law?"

"Oh, so you don't know."

"Hey, Reid, tell me quickly."

"Okay, but this is a long story."

"No problem, we have time now, don't we?" Ryan said as he filled the glass in front of Reid with wine.

Reid picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and slowly said: "Air, flame, water, earth, these are the power of the elements, and magicians usually use one of these four, such as you Fireball."

Ryan nodded and said nothing.

Reid continued: "But these powers are not the original powers. There are also the powers of plants that we often see, such as entanglement, which uses plants in nature to entangle opponents. There is also fear, which It is the power of the spirit. These are not the true original power. They have their own advantages, but they also have fatal weaknesses. For example, life corresponds to death. Fear is derived from the power of spirit. It may be effective for living creatures, but For a lifeless undead creature, such as a skeleton warrior, it is useless."

"Our pastors use the power of God, and Gods are called Gods because they have an original power, which is'order'. As I mentioned earlier, my teacher is the strongest The big magic "big prophecy" actually uses the power of gods to modify the laws of the world and replace the old order with a new order."

"Order? What is that. Can you tell me more in detail?"

"Of course." Reid continued to explain: "All powers must have two states, order or disorder. For example, the fire element around us, for a magician who doesn't cast spells, in fact, It is non-order, and you use magic spells to bring them together, and you use your power to replace their original order with a new order, so the fireball technique was born."

"Ah! According to what you said, we are all gods."

"Uh, of course not." Reid hurriedly said, "But you have to be aware that you don't really have the power of this order. For example, a small town, its residents live daily as a whole. It is disorderly, some farming, some hunting, some weaving, and some may be idle. But as individuals, they are all observing their own order, for example, they have to use various methods to survive. The power of the magician is nothing more than the temporary ruler here. You enlist them into the army by casting spells, and command them to fight, so that their own order will be changed. But no matter how powerful your power is, it cannot change what we humans must have. The instinct to eat, rest and even reproduce is actually an order."

"What is going on with the'big prophecy'?"

"The spellcaster of this magic sets his own rules, such as depriving the subject of the power of the subject, expelling intruders who do not belong to this plane, etc. Let’s put it this way, the power of order is divided into many levels, the magician Perhaps the lowest-level ones can be used, that is, enlisting a group of people into the army, and my teacher can use the middle-level power through the "big prophecy", and only the gods can use the highest-level power."

"It's so complicated!" Ryan shook his head and said, "It's okay if you don't say so, how come I feel like my head is almost dizzy. I still don't understand the power of this order in many ways." /

"Of course!" Reid poured himself another glass of Bordeaux and drank it all in one go. After doing this, Reid said quietly: "Dear Lane, if you fully understand and master this source of power, you will be a god."

Ryan shook his head helplessly and said, "Forget it, the more you talk about it, the more confused I will be. Don't ask this question again. Let's change the topic. This time, we asked the Bright Church for help. How many people have come? Just now? I forgot to ask. Has anyone else arranged a place to live? Are there any special requirements?"

When Ryan mentioned this, Reid's face slowly changed, turning a little red, as if he was drunk. Ryan noticed this change in Reid, and joked: "You have suffered for more than half a year, and the amount of alcohol has not even decreased, right? I remember that you and Oz were able to drink a few bottles in one breath. Of."

"Ryan, I'm sorry." Reid suddenly spoke in a low tone.

Ryan was a little strange, he asked Reid, "What's wrong?"

Reid sorted out his thoughts and explained to Ryan: "Actually, the Church of Illumination did not send anyone here. I came in my personal capacity."

"How could this be?"

"The'big prophecy' is a powerful force, a force beyond this plane. There will be gains and losses. This magic will have some negative effects on the caster."

"But, Reid. This is the same thing"

"Please listen to me, Ryan."

"Well, you say."

"My teacher is very old, and his body is naturally not as good as when he was young. He has used this taboo power more than once in the last few years. In the last coronation ceremony of Fernando XIII, in order to deal with The Frost Bone Dragon that passed through the gate of time and space, my teacher reluctantly used this magic again. The consequence was that he could not afford to be ill, and now his body is extremely weak."

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