I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

  Chapter 710 Twelve Monarchs (4400 words)

  It is well known.

  With the soul out of his body, Yi Lin is in a mental state.

  The mental state is a special state.

  The outside time is almost static.

  The speed of the brain's operation is free from physical limitations and reaches its true limit.

   is similar to the overclocking operation of a computer CPU.

  In a state of mind, Yi Lin reads, understands, and deduces, and time flies.

  Reading a hundred books at the same time, even if it is only one page, it is impossible to complete under normal conditions.

  At the very least, humans should not.

  But Yi Lin is still done.

   "Thank you, Master!"

   Yi Lin didn't know whether the mage had successfully returned to his world after leaving Gugu Town, or whether he had died. But before seeing the Supreme Mage cross the streets with his own eyes, Yi Lin was reluctant to live as the Supreme Mage for the time being.

  And be grateful.

  In a mental state, Yi Lin looks at ten lines at a glance.

  When Yi Lin finished reading different pages of hundreds of books, a huge force came from his fleshy buttocks in front of him, and Yi Lin opened his eyes again.

  Four weeks, time returned to its normal flow rate again.

  I Lin glanced at the clock set in the library, and it took only five minutes for Yi Lin to read the contents of a hundred pages of magic classics.

  In this mere five minutes, maintaining his mental state consumed four-fifths of Irin's psionic energy.

  Oh, it’s magic power now.

  You know, Yi Lin's psionic power is notoriously abundant.

  In other words, the consumption of the soul out of the body is terrifying.

  He sorted out his new experiences, and consolidated his memory, while calculating.

  First read the book in the normal way, switch to the mental state when the psionic value is full, and return to the normal way after seeing almost...doesn’t it mean doubling the time to repeat back and forth?

  His...

  Planning!

   Yi Lin's liver is up.

  -Liver burst.

  Fifth day.

  The apprentices of the magician of the clock tower witnessed one incident one after another.

  The attendant hired by Cerberast lay openly on the spiral staircase in a "big" shape, and fell asleep.

   Yi Lin finally couldn't hold it anymore.

  The snoring sounds one after another in the quiet library room.

  Irin blatantly disrupted the order of the clock tower, and was soon stabbed to the Lord Bathmelo.

  "Sleeping in the library?"

  During the day, at the direction of Lord Bathmelo, Cerberas pushed a wheelchair and brought Bathmelo Dylan here.

  The wheelchair climbs up the stairs along the spiral staircase. Strangely, as the wheelchair moved forward, the steps under the wheels turned into slopes strangely. This allowed Bathmelo's wheelchair to move unobstructed on the stairs.

soon,

  The two of them came to the sleeping Irin.

   "Really like a child."

  Bathmero Dylan smiled slightly.

  Cyberlas was silent for a moment, his eyelids drooped, and calmly said: "Master, I will remind him to pay attention."

  Bathmero Dylan did not refute, and asked: "He hasn't left for a few days?"

   "Back to the master, five days."

   "So that's it, do you feel it?"

  "?"

   "On him, the smell of'magic' began to appear."

  Cyberlas's face changed slightly, and his eyes changed a little. She lowered her head for the first time and held Yi Lin's palm while she was asleep.

  At this time,

  Irin opened his eyes.

"you……"

"Do not talk."

   Said Cerberas.

   "I don't think we are so familiar with it."

   Yi Lin reluctantly sat up, saying so, but his body allowed Cerberas to do whatever he wanted.

  A few seconds later,

  Cyberlas let go, frowning.

   "Sorry, I fell asleep accidentally. What time is it?"

   Yi Lin rubbed his eyes and asked.

  Actually, although he slept soundly, he was already awake when Busmero Dylan and Cerberas came to him.

   Yi Lin and Bathmelo Dylan looked at each other, and the young boy’s pale face had a wistful smile-Yi Lin knew that he had just pretended to sleep and was easily seen through.

  The wisdom in the eyes of the teenager is not like what he can have at his age.

   "This is also a heritage?"

   Yi Lin combined with her own understanding of "magic", and she was puzzled.

  Bathmero Dylan didn’t seem to break Yi Lin’s naughty pretending to sleep. He sat in a wheelchair, rested his chin, and asked with a smile: "Magic, is it interesting?"

"good."

  Irin tells the truth.

  Bathmero Dylan, as if thinking of something, calmly said: "A stranger from the East, do you know? Your ancient country once had a branch of our Magicians Association."

"once?"

   "Yes, once. Daming, in the era of your country, a force destroyed that branch."

"Oh."

  I Lin nodded, and he was not too interested in the secrets of history buried in the long river of time.

   "Cyberlas."

"exist."

   "At four o'clock in the afternoon, take President Yi to the first classroom."

"what?!"

  This time, Cerberas, whose expression was always calm, was rarely stretched, and there was an emotion of surprise on his face.

   "Yes, remember, don't forget."

  Bathmero Dylan waved his hand, yawned, and got tired and sleepy.

  Brother, it’s only early in the morning.

   Yi Lin looked up at the sunlight stolen from the painted skylight, and secretly complained.

"Dear President Yi, I will come to meet you on time at 3:30 in the afternoon." Cerberas pushed her wheelchair down and walked down. Finally, she turned her head and hesitated for a few seconds, and finally reminded her kindly: "Please Be sure to wash it well."

  "……"

Yi Lin remembered that he hadn't left here in five days.

  Although he did not exercise vigorously and there was no exaggerated smell on his body, Yi Lin himself couldn't bear it.

   Secretly went back to his room and rubbed it hard, Yi Lin lay on the soft bed, thinking about life.

  Something seems to happen this afternoon.

   Yi Lin closed her eyes.

  At present, many of everything in the clock tower is shrouded in mist, and Yi Lin can’t see it.

  He didn't understand, what is the purpose of this Bassemero Dylan, who is so generous in showing him the vast knowledge.

  Irin always feels something is wrong.

  Before there is enough information, there is nothing to analyze.

  Bathmero Dylan didn’t mention the “commission” of the prototype treasure, and Yi Lin also pretended that he had forgotten it.

   "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Mi Lien for a few days, she won't kill people everywhere when she becomes anxious?"

  After a short time of getting along with each other for this period of time, Yi Lin put Mi Lien into the same type as Xiao Wu.

  If you are happy, you will draw your sword, you will draw your sword when you are unhappy, and you will draw your sword if you disagree. In short, either he is drawing a sword, or he is about to draw a sword.

  Probably this is the case, simple and easy to understand and dangerous.

  Speaking of,

  It’s been a while since leaving the Tower of Death suit.

  Finally, it seems that the next door gate trial is imminent.

   Yi Lin frowned, quietly thinking about things in the guild.

  It’s okay, the information of every member is listed.

  Mate door trial arrangement, Yi Lin believes that Molly can hand it over to her to arrange the team.

  I remember that even Molly, who was not an apostle, was in the order camp. For a long time, she took over from the dead and became the spiritual pillar of the few survivors.

  She, no problem.

  What's more, the current Apocalypse Guild is not what it used to be. There are so many talents, no matter how they are matched, they can make a difference.

"correct……"

  Thinking of the door door trial, Yi Lin stretched his waist on the bed and instantly sat upright.

  He swiped his finger down, trying to open the door.

  ——Sure enough, it failed.

  The door of the tower of death zone service cannot be opened here.

"Sure enough, if all functions are normal, people with'permanent access' can stay in other district servers forever." Yi Lin was prepared for this and sighed slightly: "In other words, will you Before this trouble is resolved, is there no way to enter the trial for the time being?"

   So it seems that we have to hurry up.

   Seize the time, master the essence of magic as soon as possible, and integrate it into his "freedom".

  By the way-solve Mi Lien's troubles again.

   Well, it's decided.

   Yi Lin made up his mind. He originally planned to take a good rest before four o’clock in the afternoon, and then hurried back to the library to continue to burst his liver.

  He is vaguely aware that this kind of peaceful learning of knowledge will not last too long.

  In the past few days, several apprentices of magicians who occasionally visit the library, when they see Yi Lin, they cast strange glances.

  They whispered: "Look, that's the weird man, who obviously doesn't have any magician blood, but stays in the library all day long."

  In the circle of magicians, blood is above all else.

   "Perhaps it is to have the capital to brag after leaving here."

   "Too hard."

  Some people praised it.

   Yi Lin glanced at their costumes.

  There is a strict hierarchy in the clock tower.

   Yi Lin two days ago, this incident happened occasionally in a document about the history of the clock tower.

  In the clock tower, except for the mysterious chief and the twelve kings at the apex of the clock tower. According to the magician's status from high to low, there are a total of seven "stage positions", namely: crown, color, ceremonial, sacrificial, open, eldest, and last.

  The last son is the lowest level of apprentices, according to the level of modern education, similar to "kindergarten students."

  There is no decorative pattern on their clothes, just a piece of black linen.

  Starting from the "eldest son" position, the magician's clothing began to be decorated with medals, corresponding to different levels according to the style of the medal.

  In these days, Yi Lin is more than just indulging in books. Through observation, he can roughly judge the opponent's position in the clock tower from the clothing.

The "color position" ranks are divided into "red", "blue", "yellow", "orange", "purple", "green", and "black" from high to low. Their sleeves, There is lace of corresponding color on the side of the collar.

  This level seems to be very rare. These days, Yi Lin has only seen one with a "purple" border on his sleeve. Others call him the "Purple Magician".

  In short, it's quite complicated.

   Yi Lin glanced at the few whispers, who were all kindergarten-level scum. So Yi Lin smiled slightly, pointed to the empty chest of the other party, and smiled without saying a word.

  The complexions of those scumbags turned black in an instant.

  Obviously, with their IQ, I can see that Yi Lin’s smile is mocking.

   Yi Lin had no time to waste on this boring face-slapping, if no one else stepped on the spiral staircase, found a quiet corner, and took a book from the shelf at will.

   "A total of 101 pages, yo, I like this number. This is it!"

After    was selected, Yi Lin sat on the stairs, studying hard.

"Magicians perform magic, in addition to satisfying the three elements: base plate, technique, and circuit, they also need to have a certain degree of'magic preparation. what."

   is another basic magic textbook, Yi Lin came to be interested and quickly read it.

  "Magic preparation, magic mechanism, ceremony, singing?"

   "There is a precious ‘treasure’ that can infinitely reduce the time for magic preparation to zero, making almost all magic the same as ‘instant fire’."

   "In addition to the above, a magician must possess magic power to perform magic."

  "Magic power cannot be produced out of thin air. It is transformed by the magician's vitality. Therefore, this is what another book mentions. Most magicians are short-lived, so they are struggling to find the real reason for the inheritor of magic?"

  "Magic power can be stored in advance on other'things' that can hold magical power. Gem magic seems to belong to this kind. This is very similar to my crystal pattern, which is interesting and interesting."

"Huh? Excellent magicians, their body fluids, hair, and even skin debris, all contain different degrees of magic. It's a bit awesome. Excellent magicians can even draw magic from body fluids...how does it sound like that? That's right."

  "Essence...armed...inherent barrier...singularity..."

  One by one brand-new nouns are on the paper.

  Time passed quietly.

  I Lin was fascinated by the sight, but before she knew it, it was late afternoon.

"Time is up."

   3:30 in the afternoon.

  A cold voice rang in Yi Lin's ears.

  Irin raised his head, just to meet Cerberas’ dark face.

   "No, there is still half an hour."

   Yi Lin closed the book and happened to finish reading page 101. The time was just right, and Yi Lin was satisfied.

  Along the way,

  Cyberlas seemed a little angry.

   Yi Lin silently followed behind Cerberas, and soon he noticed that the other party's emotions were something wrong, and he walked up and down, and his crotch was very big compared to usual.

   "You... won't you wait a long time at the door of my room, right?"

   Yi Lin asked tentatively.

  "……"

  Cyberlas was silent and walked faster.

"By the way, on that day, you should be using'Rune of Rune'?" I was idle and I was idle, Yi Lin still did not withdraw from the "Scholar Mode", whispering, as if talking to himself , But the voice is too loud enough to make Cyberlas clearly visible: "With different types of ancient characters as the main base, different characters have different powers. It is really a type of magic with many functions. But I am a little strange. If he can recognize your text type at a glance when you are fighting against both sides, will the power be greatly reduced?"

"I saw a sentence in the book,'Hiding is the essence of magic. The more people know and use, the more the power will be dispersed and weakened.' So, if you know the essence of your magic in front of you, isn't it? Just abolished it?"

"You know too much."

  Cyberlas turned his back to Yi Lin, and replied coldly.

  The two stopped talking.

   Yi Lin didn't continue to make herself boring, hehe smiled.

  It was about a few minutes before four o'clock.

  Cyberlas finally brought the chattering Yi Lin to the so-called "First Cathedral".

  It is an ancient building with Gothic style.

  Irin stepped into it, and instantly noticed that countless eyes were gathered on him.

  The architectural style ~www.novelmt.com~ reminds Yi Lin of Western churches.

  The tall dome, magic ceilings one by one, exudes light of different colors.

   Thousands of apprentices of magician, neatly dressed, in strict accordance with the ranks, neatly lined up.

  From the door to the end of the hall, a road was left, and even a red carpet was paved.

  Irin and Cerberas are walking on the expensive red carpet, bearing everyone's attention, and the atmosphere is a little weird.

  At the end of the red carpet, seven magicians of very different ages, genders, and temperaments stand side by side on a high platform. Compared with the thousands of magic apprentices under the stage, they look out of the ordinary. It is difficult for people not to notice at a glance.

  And the young monarch, Bathmelo Dylan, was among the seven.

   Yi Lin's eyes narrowed.

  No need to think, no need to reason, but in an instant, he already understood the identity of the seven people.

  Located at the apex of the clock tower...

  Twelve Monarchs!

  ——The seventh.

  (End of this chapter)