Another World’s Versatile Crafting Master Chapter 248: On the eve of the final

In the past two days, Gryffindor is in a good mood.

He really didn’t expect that things would be so coincidental. He ran into Oring in the arena before the finals, and this idiot was so stupid that he took the initiative to shoot himself as an apprentice. However, he took the initiative to attack the deacon of the guild, and even if he was killed, he could only blame him for bad luck.

It's a pity...

The fly named Ma Sen got in the way, and he took Oring away at the last minute, so that the other Pyroblast technique he carefully prepared failed to make a timely shot.

But forget it, even if he is lucky this time, he won’t survive for a few days anyway. He was directly hit by a pyroblast, plus the curse that he exploded at the last minute, even if he didn’t die on the spot, he would definitely live. Not until the final day.

"It's better to be the first round of the finals, just let me touch the Garros hillbilly, then I must let him know that the Great Sorcerer is also high and low..."

Gryffindor returned to the residence happily. The room was extremely quiet. The two roommates had already moved out to live. Now this huge house is owned by Gryffindor alone. In the living room Several chairs were placed randomly, and a huge crystal ball was placed on the coffee table, revealing a soft light.

Gryffindor stood in front of the crystal ball, chanting a spell eagerly and quickly, and then saw a light shine, and a white figure appeared on the crystal ball.

"Gryffindor, looking for me so late, do you have any questions about magic?" The old man on the crystal ball looks more than sixty years old, with a thin body and gray head, a thin face covered with Wrinkles. Except for a pair of eyes that are still sharp, they look no different from ordinary old people.

"Yes, Teacher Northen, I am trying to reduce the casting time recently, but it seems to be in a little trouble..." Gryffindor quickly said about the trouble he had encountered. .

On the other side of the crystal ball, Norson is still holding a crystal pen in his hand, frowning, and drawing lines on a blank scroll. A comprehensive and detailed analysis of the principles for Gryffindor: "The simplest way to reduce the casting time is to increase your mental power, but this is meaningless to you. After all, the improvement of your spiritual power. It is not a matter of overnight. , And another way is to repeatedly analyze the structure of the element. The more you understand the structure of the element, the faster you can complete the spell..."

After that. Gryffindor continued to ask several questions. Northen was still busy on the scroll. While taking time out to answer for him. It seems a little absent-minded. But the answer given is always the same. There are not many words. It may be one sentence or two sentences. But it always points to the most critical place. Often Gryffindor can't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time. He was reminded by a word. Suddenly he showed a dazed expression.

At this time, if there are trees on the ground. Most of it can be seen. Northen drew the ground on the scroll. It is a "tide" magic pattern. This can increase the mana recovery by several times. The magic pattern is not simple. Only inscribers above the master level. Only then have the opportunity to understand its complete structure. And the drawing difficulty is notoriously high. Even if it is known as the first inscriber of the Flange, Ord. You can't guarantee your success every time. Not to mention the same as Northen. While pointing to his own disciple. Draw on the scroll while drawing.

Speaking of Northen. It is indeed full of legends.

He was born in the Fallen City Magic Guild north of the Breeze Plain. His name is known for the first time. It was still forty years ago. At that time Northen had just turned thirty. But it has already broken through the realm of the Great Sorcerer. In a battle between the Fallen City Magic Guild and the Pirate Land. Killed an eighteenth-level soldier in one fell swoop. All of a sudden. The name of Northrendi spread throughout the kingdom of Flanders.

In the next ten years. Northren's reputation in the guild. It has reached its peak. Powerful strength. Thoughtfully. Sleek wrist. Various advantages have allowed him in just ten years. It was in the Fallen City Magic Guild that established absolute prestige. Almost everyone thinks. He will be a strong candidate for the next president. Even the president of the local guild at that time. All have said in public. After he retired. Rotterdam Magic Guild must be in charge of Northren.

But this time. Norson made an unexpected decision.

He gave up his position as guild president, and instead applied to the Supreme Council, hoping to enter the Great Library to study. With his status in the Fallen City Magic Guild at the time, the Supreme Council could not refuse his request. Less than a month after the application was submitted, Nuo Sen entered the Great Library logically. This was three years. By the time he came out of the Great Library, he already had the strength of an eighteenth-level Great Sorcerer.

After that, he received an invitation from the Supreme Council and entered the power center that Anriel magician dreamed of. In the following thirty years, Nordson, relying on his own ability, climbed more and more with an amazing degree. Gao, to this day, he is already one of the top ten masters, holding the destiny of millions of magicians in one hand, and in the near future, he has a good chance to rise to the next level and become the new arbiter.

But it’s a bit weird. Norson’s name can be said to have spread throughout most of Anriel’s world, but not many people know what kind of person Norson is.

Other people will have some more or less. Even Anduin, an old man who is so indifferent, has an almost fanatical hobby of pharmacy, but Northen feels like an ascetic monk. In general, apart from delving into the most esoteric knowledge of magic, you will never be tempted by anything.

After entering the Supreme Council, he only did two things. The first thing was to accept the disciple Gryffindor, and the second thing was to participate in the competition for the arbitrator candidate. In addition, he It seems to stay in his research room forever, dealing with all kinds of magic patterns.

"Yes, Gryffindor..." After answering these questions one by one, Northen smiled again, and asked Gryffindor with interest: "I seem to hear someone say recently. Your Orana Magic Guild, has another young great wizard?"

"Yes, tutor."

"Speak and listen."

"Yes, this person's name is Ferre, and he should be between 19 and 21 years old. He is from the Garros Magic Guild, but to be honest, his strength is not really big. Sorcerer. I met him half a month ago. If I were to do something with him, I believe he would not last ten minutes."

"Tell me, where does your confidence come from..."

"If I guessed correctly. This man’s power does not belong to him, but because of some luck or some other reason, he suddenly got it, because I can clearly feel that from him The magic fluctuations emitted are not pure. In other words, he still can’t control his power well, and one thing is very important, power can be achieved, but knowledge can’t, even if he already has the power of the Great Sorcerer , But there is not enough time for Ranwen Novel.com to learn the knowledge of the Great Sorcerer. He is far from being a real Great Sorcerer, such an opponent. I have the confidence to defeat him within ten minutes. "

"Yes, Gryffindor. You are more careful than before."

"Thank you for your compliment."

"However, there is one thing you seem to forget..." At this point. The smile on Nuo Sen's face was reduced, and replaced by a serious one: "Everything you said. It happened half a month ago. How can you be sure that after half a month, he has not mastered his power?"

"Impossible Teacher Northson, I remember very clearly, when the trial just started, this man was just a ninth-level magician, from ninth to fifteenth, there is a full six-level distance in between. , No matter how powerful a genius is, he can’t adapt to this unimaginable level of improvement. What's more, if he is really an incredible genius, how can he be at the age of twenty and still stay at the level of a ninth-level magician? He should have broken through the realm of the wizard with his own efforts a long time ago, instead of becoming a great wizard because of an adventure."

"Your analysis is good, but if you go to the finals with such an idea, I think you will suffer a lot..." Northen smiled, and he was not stingy with this only disciple. Own patience: "Now, come and listen to my analysis, maybe after listening, you won't think so again."

"Yes."

"In your previous words, this person was directly promoted from level 9 to level 15. Yes, you know this is a very long distance, but you seem to forget that the magic power that a person can hold is limited. , The stronger the spiritual power, the stronger the magic power. The magic power possessed by a great wizard is almost a hundred times that of a ninth-level magician. Do you know what this means? If you compare magic power to clear water, then ninth-level magic power The magician can only hold a small bottle, while the big magician can fill a full bucket. You can think about it, pour a full bucket of water into a small bottle, and it will grow. What kind of thing?"

"It will break the bottle..."

"Yes, can you tell me, has the great wizard named Ferre been broken?"

"No..." Gryffindor thought for a while, still a little unconvinced: "But this may also be due to luck..."

"You are still entangled in luck." Northen on the other side of the crystal ball smiled: "Gryffindor, I hope you remember that there has never been a truly lucky person in this world, anyone who seems Behind the lucky things, there are inevitable laws. The difference lies in whether you can master this law. For the young man you mentioned, there can only be two reasons. One is the first time you see it. At his time, he concealed his strength. Second, his mental power was terribly strong. At the ninth level, he possessed the mental power of the Great Sorcerer."

Gryffindor was shocked when he heard this, and opened his mouth to distinguish two sentences, but he heard Northen’s voice from the crystal ball: "In these two situations, no matter which one is right For you, I’m afraid it’s not good news. I don’t have to say about hiding power. It’s nothing to hide it from you, but he has concealed it from Aldwynn. Why don’t you think about it. Why does he hide so well? As for the second possibility, it is even more terrifying. For a magician, the most important thing is mental power. If a person has a unique advantage in spiritual power, then he is an out-and-out magic genius, especially in In the battle between two magicians. This advantage will give him countless advantages, faster casting, faster recovery of magic power, and he can even ignore the danger of magic backlash and force him to use something you imagine Unexpectedly powerful magic, such an opponent, can not be solved in ten minutes..."

"Master mentor, do you mean it. Let me shoot him before the final, just like that Ou Ling?"

"No, no, no...I never said that. Oring is Oring, and Ferre is Ferre. You must not confuse them, or you will get into big trouble..."

"Why?" Gryffindor really didn't believe it. He said that Ferre was a genius, and he reluctantly agreed. After all, the twenty-year-old Great Sorcerer was there. Even if you want to deny it, you can't deny it, but if you say that he will get into big trouble, Gryffindor absolutely does not believe it.

He is the first magical genius of France and a personal disciple of the legendary mage. In the Orana Magic Guild, he has the status of a deacon, and his power is second only to a few people such as Odvin Medellin. It seems to be different from Dalyan and his like, but what does Ferrey count? It's just a country boy. What if he has the strength of the Great Sorcerer, what if he is a trial apprentice in Medellin. Could Medellin still fight himself desperately for a trial apprentice? As for the Garros Magic Guild, it was nothing. Just rely on that fat old man Grean? Just a word from the instructor can make him go back to Garros dingy!

"Do you think. A country magician from Garros has no background and status, so you can attack him unscrupulously?"

Gryffindor didn't speak, but the disapproving look on his face exposed all thoughts.

"Gryffindor, I really didn't expect that for so many years, you still have such a defiant character. Have you forgotten how did you lose to Oring in the Lotterdam Magic Guild back then? "

"I just carelessly..."

"It's a ridiculous excuse for a moment..." On the other side of the crystal ball, Northen suddenly laughed: "Gryffindor, don't you remember, when you became the great wizard, How many forces have wooed you?"

"A lot." Gryffindor's tone was calm, but between his expressions, he couldn't help showing a bit of pride. This is one of his most proud things. Since becoming the Great Sorcerer, he doesn't know how many forces. He has been wooed, and many of them are rare and important figures. Such an honor can be said to be unique among young magicians!

"Then have you ever thought that this Ferrey is also a great wizard, and younger than you, how many forces will he be attracted?"

The expression on Gryffindor's face suddenly froze...

"This..." He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"But, it's nothing..." When Nordson said this, he suddenly smiled: "Is there a final?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is very simple. Before the finals, you must not touch this Ferret. However, in the finals, you may accidentally miss, or it may be due to other reasons. In short, it will cause him something difficult to recover. Trauma, although this place is indeed regrettable, but who allows this finals to be allowed to miss..."

"I understand, but mentor, didn't you just say that this person's strength is probably not worse than mine?"

"It’s really not worse than you, but don’t forget, you’re my Noson’s disciple, how could I let you lose in this final? Now you can go see what I gave you last time It’s a magic book. On the last page, I left you a paragraph. Take a good look at that paragraph. After you understand it, let me tell me what you should do."

"Yes!"

Gryffindor went back to his room and took out a black-covered magic book from under the pillow. On the last page, there was a paragraph written by Northen, Gryffindor. After reading a word, a pair of eyes become brighter...

It's already late at night, but the lights in Lin Li's room are always on. He is looking up some information and making final preparations for the final two days later.

After coming to Orana, Lin Li has never been so eager to win the finals for a moment, even though he promised Grean and Medellin. I promised Anduin that he will do his best in this final, but these are just because they can't stand their demands. Even if they promised, I still feel a little disapproving. After all, he is so lazy and afraid. The dead guy is really not suitable for fighting for a victory.

But this time. Lin Li is serious.

Oling is still lying in the hospital bed now, and most of the finals will not be able to participate in the final one day later, and all this is because of a guy named Gryffindor.

Lin Li lived with Ou Ling for two months. How can you not know that this young magician who seems indifferent to everything, actually wants to achieve good results in this final? Lin Li even remembered that Ou Ling once said that he was from the Lotterdam Magic Guild, which was a more remote place than Garros. He hopes that this time the champion of the final will let people know that Lotterdam is not only rich in wheat, but also a powerful magician!

Unfortunately, he can't go now.

In addition to hoping that he will recover as soon as possible, the only thing Lin Li can do for him is to help him win this final.

In front of Lin Li is a book of "Introduction to the Language of the High Elves", and he is struggling among the strange runes. Looking for a suitable lingua franca annotation, he held it in his other hand. It was the parchment scroll that Medellin gave him, and he is now trying to rely on his own efforts. Translate those key characters.

Maybe, this spell is in the final two days later. It will be useful.

In the secret room of the Maraton family, only Mathias meditated quietly. No one dared to bother him at this time, because everyone knew that after two days there would be a final between trial and even apprentices. Whoever could win the final victory would be the true No. 1 magical genius.

"Come in, Argus."

"Master Matthias, what are your orders?" When standing in front of Matthias, Argus always felt that the person in front of him was strange. It was only a month's time. The change can only be described by turning upside down. The magic fluctuations that emanate from him, even Argus, who once possessed the power of the Great Sorcerer, can’t help being a little surprised. It’s too powerful, even in his heyday. Spread such magic waves.

However, the most unimaginable thing for Argus is the change in temperament of Matthias.

To be honest, although Matthias used to be unpopular, but most of the time, he still respects himself. After all, he serves as his magic teacher, but now, Argus stands in front of him, but I always felt cold all over, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake. The strange feeling made the cold hair on Argus's body stand up.

"Argus, what I asked you to prepare, are you ready?"

"Yes, Master Matthias..." Argus swallowed his saliva and glanced at Matthias with a horrified look. Then he carefully took out two magic crystals: "However, Mady Master Yas, the level 15 magic crystals you want are too rare. I searched many places, but only found these two pieces..."

"Two pieces?" Matthias took the two magic crystals in his hand, feeling the martial universe, the holy king made, the sacred king, the night, the god, the seal, the throne, the god, the proud world, the strongest, abandoned the young, the great, the royal family, the night Kill the gods, seal the throne, ask the devil, the world, the strongest, abandon the world Ao Shi Nine Heaven's strongest Abandoned Young Master Zhou's imperial family radiated from it with a surging wave of magic, and his pale face showed a faint smile: "Two great wizards, one for each, should be enough ..."

When he heard "Two Great Wizards", Argus's heart felt tight. He knew what Matthias was talking about. He was talking about the two big wizards in Orana Magic Guild. Sorcerer, one is Gryffindor, the first magical genius of Français, and the other is Ferrey, who he once assassinated.

The current Mathias, he can't see it at all, he can only guess from the expression on Mathias's face, that these two magic crystals are probably used to deal with those two The Great Sorcerer's ~IndoMTL.com~ This is a big trouble...

Argus stood there respectfully, but couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Gryffindor doesn’t matter. I don’t know him anyway, he will die if he dies, but Ferrey must never die. He also counts on him to help him restore his magic power. If he dies, wouldn't he want to be a wizard for a lifetime?

Thinking of this, Argus took the courage to ask again: "Master Matthias, are you so anxious to ask for these two magic crystals, is there any special use? If they are not enough, I will pay I can think of a way and try to get you two more..."

"You'll know in two days." But fortunately, Mathias doesn't seem to be thinking about it here. Although there are some flaws in Argus's words, it did not arouse his suspicion, just hold the two pieces tightly. Demon Crystal, his eyes are full of hatred and irony: "Is it the Great Sorcerer? I want to show you this time. The Great Sorcerer is more than you two..."

I was wrong. I failed to adjust the time. I am guilty. I decided to apologize, slice or shred, tell me...

I promise, I won’t dare to make promises again...