I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

  Chapter 711 Black Magician (4K)

"go."

  Cyberlas stopped where he was, no longer stepping forward.

  She whispered softly and motioned Yi Lin to come to the seven monarchs.

"why?"

   Yi Lin asked.

  Cyberlas turned his head, his eyes were indifferent, looking at Yi Lin, but quickly closed his eyes, stood upright, and slowly said, "If you want to learn more magic."

The meaning of    is the meaning of not falling in love with you.

   Yi Lin nodded and smiled, expressing understanding.

  Seven monarchs, with strange pressure faintly coming from them.

  Their gazes that fell on Yi Lin looked like seven mountains, causing Yi Lin's shoulders to sink, as if being pressed hard against the ground.

   "Get off the horse?"

   Yi Lin smiled, raised his head, and met the seven different eyes, reading the power armour silently, all over his body. In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and Yi Lin took a relaxed step and walked to the high platform, where he left the space specially.

  After walking the red carpet road, Yi Lin felt a little bit annoyed-he should have left with a song just now, which is even more compelling.

"it's him?"

  Among the seven monarchs, there is a blonde woman with long hair. She seems to be in her thirties, and she has no more or less mature charm, such as blooming flowers, vivid and vivid. But the expression on her face makes it difficult to associate with men and women, as cold as a corpse with no emotions.

  On the shoulders of the woman, a black cat sits quietly. The black cat stared straight at Yi Lin with its green eyes.

  The woman asked.

   asked Bather Melo Dylan.

  Bathmero Dylan, sitting in a wheelchair, did not deny, nodded: "Sovereign Elmero IV is him."

"Ah."

  Sovereign Elmero IV and the black cat sitting on her shoulders, looking away at the same time.

Standing on the far left, an old man with gray hair and short hair dressed in a thick blue magician costume showed a weird smile on his face. He said, "Weak magician blood."

  His words hit the nail on the head.

  Obviously, there is a special feeling between the magician and the magician.

  This should be the "magic concentration" mentioned in the book.

  Magic power is the second life of a magician.

  The magician’s sensitivity to magic is like breathing air. They can clearly feel the concentration of magic power around the target, just like they can experience the thinness and richness of the air firsthand.

   "So, should I get started?"

   "The pressure they brought to me just now is likely to be something similar."

   "Normally, in the circle of apostles, almost no one can make me feel pressured only from the momentum."

   Yi Lin secretly said in her heart.

Bathmelo Dylan knew that other monarchs had similar thoughts. The blond boy in the chair, smiled slightly, looked at the gloomy old man, and whispered: "Respected Monarch Archie Boulder, what if I tell you that this distinguished guest from the East knew almost nothing about magic five days ago?"

"what!"

  The other six monarchs, their complexions all changed after hearing the words.

  After Bathmelo Dylan finished saying that, everyone's eyes looked at Yi Lin, and they all changed in different ways.

   Yi Lin frowned slightly.

  Next is a simple award ceremony.

  Sebrasto wears a sterling silver tray.

  A set of noble and elegant magician clothes are neatly stacked inside.

   Yi Lin shook aside and took a look, and then she suddenly understood why there was such an exaggerated battle here today.

  Seven monarchs, thousands of apprentice magicians!

  It turned out that what was held in this largest classroom was the awarding ceremony of "color scale"!

  Irin, it is the new magician who has been awarded the "levels"!

"congratulations."

  Bathmero Dylan said.

   Yi Lin looked at the "level" magician suit that Cerberas was holding, but didn't take it the first time. He sighed softly: "In my capacity, it is impossible to join your clock tower."

   "Guests from the East, you have to worry too much." Bassemero Dylan shook his head: "The only thing that can restrain you is knowledge."

"What's the meaning?"

  "Remember the sentence you saw on the street sign?" A rare trace of ruddy floated on the pale face of the teenager.

  "Is it a permanent inheritance of mystery as a learning...? Interesting."

   Yi Lin shook off the magician's suit, and the sleeves were dark black.

  Starting from today, he has been officially awarded the "Black Rank" by Bathmelo Dylan and has become a "Black Magician".

  This incident spread all over the clock tower in a very short time.

  Every apprentice knows such a thing.

  A guest from the East, within five days, was favored by the monarch Bathmelo, and personally awarded the rank of “level”.

  That is second only to the grand position!

  Throughout the history of the clock tower, only great magicians or people with extraordinary talents can be awarded this advanced rank.

If the apprentices who secretly despised Yi Lin in the library not long ago were just kindergarten students, then Yi Lin instantly skipped the kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university courses in one day, and was admitted as a master. .

  Until the night.

  After the end.

  Irin was in his room, still thinking about the profound meaning of Bathmelo Dylan’s move.

   Yi Lin believes that there is no unprovoked generosity, and no unprovoked gifts.

  Among them, there must be reasons that Yi Lin cannot understand at present.

what is it then?

  But it is undeniable that since gaining the rank position, Yi Lin's actions in the clock tower have become unfettered.

  He can swagger into every classroom as a "black magician".

  Even Yi Lin was walking on the road, and there were Jiao Didi school girls who came forward to ask for advice. There are even daring school girls who have asked too much to go back to their room for in-depth academic discussions.

   Yi Lin worked hard to refuse many kind invitations.

  After half a month.

   Yi Lin was walking on the road and met Gu Tianqing by chance.

  Not seen for a while, Gu Tianqing does not seem to have changed much.

   "My respectable president, you are doing well now."

  Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Lin's full suit of magician, and smiled.

   "Average."

   Yi Lin responded with a smile.

  The two stopped and exchanged briefly.

  Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this time. He left the clock tower for a period of time and went to a gathering place of Gypsies, which is said to be related to his tarot card.

certainly,

  In fact, the two of them are not familiar enough to talk together.

  After a brief exchange, Yi Lin prepared to go to the library.

Today, I was listening to the class of "Curses" in "The Practical Application of Cursed Magic" explained by a senior lecturer at the level of "Sacrifice". Yi Lin was confused about some of the magic principles and prepared to go to the library to find related books. Make up for the night.

  He is very busy.

  Before leaving.

  Gu Tianqing drifted away, and a faint laughter came: "Time is running out."

   Yi Lin was slightly startled when he heard the words.

When    turned his head again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"God stick."

   Yi Lin silently raised a **** in the direction where Gu Tianqing had left.

  Find a chance and beat him up.

  I can't bear it anymore.

   Yi Lin had such an idea in her heart, and came to the library again.

  The soul is out of the body, and Yi Lin has been able to use it freely.

  Hundreds of books were habitually placed on the stairs, spread out layer by layer, and Yi Lin once again patted his chest, becoming a state of mind.

In the    library, there are fewer and fewer books for Yi Lin to concentrate on reading.

  There are similarities in the theories in many books, and there are even contradictions among the theories in some books.

  During this period of study, Yi Lin has gradually formed his own understanding of "magicism".

  In the eyes of many people, this exceptionally admitted "Black Magician" is a complete weird.

  Irin has always been silently listening in class, never speaking, and no one has ever witnessed it. This new black magician has done even a simple trick with his own hands.

  Someone accidentally witnessed that after class, Yi Lin held on to the lecturer, asked tricky questions, talked with the lecturer, and ran away sweating the lecturer.

  If someone else dared to ask a few blind questions, the lecturer would just be cold-eyed and ignore it.

  But by the way, this is the gradation magician who was personally awarded by the monarch Busmero, and every lecturer did not dare to neglect.

  Later,

  Many lecturers saw Yi Lin appearing in the class, and there were still a few minutes before get out of class, they looked for various reasons to leave early, and never let Yi Lin catch the slightest chance.

  This also made Yi Lin extremely depressed.

  Recently, those lecturers seem to be getting slippery.

  You can’t just sneak into someone else’s room in the dead of night, right?

  It doesn’t seem very good to do this.

  Time is in a hurry.

  Irin another half month passed.

  In the past half month, Yi Lin has almost no retreat.

this day.

  After sunset, dusk.

   Yi Lin sits high on the spiral staircase.

  He stuffed one of the astronomy-related books back on the shelf.

  It has been more than a month since I came to the clock tower.

  In this period of time, Yi Lin was like a dry sponge, absorbing all kinds of knowledge frantically.

   With the support of extraordinary spiritual attributes, coupled with the "soul out of the body" means, Yi Lin took almost a month to complete the content that other people could only study in a few years.

But,

  Compared with the monarch’s knowledge, it is still too far behind.

  But Yi Lin thinks it is not important.

  Because his purpose of coming here is not to be a great magician.

  Magic is an ancient and unfamiliar technique.

  But this technique has too many limitations.

  Magician needs to be in the “base plate” he is familiar with in order to exert his greatest strength.

  Changed an environment, the ability will be greatly reduced.

  It’s just that magic has a long history and has already formed a complete and rich theory. What Yi Lin is currently doing is to learn the essence of this theory, and then to integrate and perfect his own "law of freedom."

  The law of freedom, unfettered, free and easy, no matter when, where, where, without any media, it can exert terrible power.

   Yi Lin faintly felt that she had touched a certain threshold.

  But for a while, he couldn't tell.

  Magic is not so much playing with knowledge as it is to distort the rules in a "different from common sense" method.

"rule…"

   Yi Lin lowered his head, put on the hanging ring, and focused on the space in front of him.

  He rubbed his hands in front of him out of thin air, as if holding an invisible ball.

  Don’t get me wrong, Yi Lin is not rubbing the "annihilation ball" at this moment, but rubbing something...more illusory.

  Crystal pattern, magic, magic, and related theories flashed in Yi Lin's mind.

  The deep part of the brain began to emit pain.

  The wailing of brain cells came from my ears.

  The operation of the brain is beyond imagination.

   Yi Lin was hot all over, and his psionic energy was passing by at a terrifying speed.

  I don’t know how long it has been.

   Yi Lin forgot where she was.

  He forgot to be in the library.

  Forgot the passage of time.

  All his attention is concentrated between his palms, as if he is going to work out a wonderful future.

"boom!"

Sudden,

   Yi Lin felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

  It seems...exploded.

  Next second,

  A terrible brute force drew Yi Lin's face directly onto the bookshelf.

  In an instant, Yi Lin had the illusion of being knocked over to the head by a truck.

next to.

  Millien, with a serious expression, slowly lowered her hand and let out a sigh of relief.

   Yi Lin buzzed in his ears, and got up from the scattered books embarrassingly.

  The sharp pain coming from the back of his head made Yi Lin feel like he was being kicked. It was painful.

  Heat flow came from his nostrils, Yi Lin touched it smoothly, hiss... actually had a nosebleed.

  Irin covered the back of her head with one hand, her nose with the other, and turned her head blankly. She stared at Mi Lien, who was wearing a long skirt with an innocent expression, almost squeezing three words from her teeth: "Are you sick?"

  Fortunately, Yi Lin had just a few moments, and mistakenly thought that there was a problem with rubbing things, which made his brain wattless, and then he had this kind of soreness, numbness and pain.

  It turned out not to be.

  It was Mi Lien who suddenly ran out and slapped him onto the bookshelf.

  Melion’s face did not show any guilt for doing something wrong.

   On the contrary, he held his head high and said frankly: "You are sick."

   "I have endured you for a long time." Yi Lin knew that the conversation could not go on.

  So he silently took out [Salvation and Destruction] from the storage space, and began to calculate what ability should be used to minimize the loss of the clock tower.

   "You smoked here just now." Mi Lien pointed at the location of Tianling Gai forcefully, and used herself to signal the strange appearance that Yi Lin had just appeared: "I thought you were sick, so I came to save you."

   Yi Lin was startled when he heard the words.

  Three minutes later.

  Under Milion’s awkward explanation, Yi Lin finally understood what had just happened.

  To put it in a simple sentence: he just had smoke on his head.

  Milion wants to help.

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  So she used the most direct and rude way.

  This is why Yi Lin was slapped on the shelf and sent a blood.

   Yi Lin rubbed his painful nose and the back of his head.

  Although his physique was special and he had already stopped bleeding, Mi Lien's muscle strength was not covered, Yi Lin felt a pain in the back of his head, which has not been relieved until now.

  Can people still smoke from their heads?

  Irin recalled the feeling of concentration just now, it seemed a bit dangerous, and in front of Million, Yi Lin did not intend to continue to try that dangerous "experiment". So he asked: "What are you doing all right?"

  Speaking of business.

  Milion excitedly shook the golden hair on her forehead: "Sovereign Bathmelo said, Avalon...No, I can take out Avalon's treasure, there is news!"

   Yi Lin was taken aback when he heard the words.

   then nodded helplessly.

   "The holiday is over."

  (End of this chapter)