Chapter 17: Magician, born to seek truth

Writing needs to be sculpted, never been so serious, no matter whether it is well received or not, I will not regret every word written in this book.
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Of course, there are some things in Tarrens College that do not make him feel the need to waste time studying.
"Can this kill the enemy?"
In the basic course of swordsmanship in the early morning, Murphy looked at the instructor who had just demonstrated a set of basic movements for a group of students and raised his own questions.
It is said that although he has learned the etiquette of the nobility, Gris has not learned to take care of the face of some people. This is something he needs to learn gradually.
Mentor, this term has been deeply rooted in Murphys's mind. In his view, the person in front of him is far from the word "master".
The conditions of Tarrens College are inferior to most colleges, but the only and most critical point is the main reason why it has become a second-rate college-some teachers are not strong enough.
Unlike other subject teachers, the teachers responsible for the basics of swordsmanship are old guys who once served in the military. The temperament and loud voice are common. After hearing Murphy's ridiculous questioning, there is a scary face The guy without hesitation pointed the sword at this thin and inconspicuous thin boy standing in the line, shouting: "Don’t think that your few flowers can be useful on the battlefield! I know you nobles like to learn After a few hands, you will look down on this basic sword technique after surgery, you! Come out!"
The team was silent, and the new students were basically calmed down.
Murphy blinked, not caring about the ridiculous gaze and whispers around, and walked out of the line a few steps, standing under the eyes.
"If you think your sword technique is useful, then try it!"
Veterans naturally need to know how to get off the horse. It is a necessary process for recruits to be beaten by veterans. It is often brutal and rude to establish obedience, but it is also the most effective. So he confronted Murphy, who really dared to stand up, and made a hands-on style directly. The meaning was self-evident.
Looking at the person in front of him, Murphy felt a little incomprehensible. Then he slowly drew out the dagger, and without any pause forward, raised the sword and hacked.
One second before the attack, he seemed to be an ordinary guy who would never use a sword at all, but the long sword lifted to the moment of falling, and the burst of power made the swordsmanship tutor stand upright!
"Keng!"
One sword, one wins and one loses.
Murphy's long sword collapsed into the opponent's block, and immediately stayed in front of the opponent's neck. The cold blade was steady like Taishan, without a trace of shaking, and his expression was cold and unemotional, like staring at a dead object.
"Your sword skills can't kill people."
Long sword back to the sheath, turn around and leave-the time for learning is always not enough for those who pursue power, so some things should be given up.
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The maverick style soon let the freshmen of the same grade know that there was a weird guy beside them. He always walked alone, always doing his own things. No one had ever seen him talk to anyone other than the teacher. A dark and simple gray robe, restrained and mysterious, with black hair and sea-blue eyes, a short sword at the waist, nothing more.
In short, no one would like to talk to this desolate nobleman-at least in their eyes, Murphy will definitely not be a big nobleman, and the more important reason is... a guy who was familiar with him and wanted to shoot him on the shoulder has not yet Seeing what was going on, he was turned around by Murphys and laid the dagger on his neck, cold and cold.
This guy is a monster, perverted, alert and sensitive with nervousness.
This is the consensus among freshmen.
When Kiel Egman, the senior boss who was stunned by Murphys on the first day of school, was injured and returned to school, he also came with his father, a viscount, who naturally Ask the college for a statement.
However, the scene of the principal's office and the deputy principal who closed the door came out of the round field, which made the caretaker Egman's heart cold, and then threw two bags of gold coins to explore the tone. The result was that he was afraid to breathe. .
Kilba, who wanted to insist on an argument, was frustrated by his father's two slapped fans, but he also understood that he should use his noble identity as the object of honor and blessing.
Murphy's identity seems to be in danger of leaking at the first moment of school-this usually means that the danger he is about to face is far more than the little things that the school warns about.
Murphy, who was unaware at the moment, was sitting in the last row of the magic class classroom, staring at the "Elementary Theory Basics" in his hand.
This guy who is free from ordinary students seems to encounter something that makes him very headache for the first time. For a person who has never been exposed to the word "magic", the woman who is teaching on the podium in front of him is tantamount to Say God's Book.
A woman in a black robe looks old-fashioned and unreasonable. Her eyes are cold and arrogant. She has only one attitude towards the students in the classroom-ignoring them.
She talked about her, and the students below liked to listen.
Murphy stretched his hand and scratched his head. This action meant that he had some irritability-it was shameful to waste time, so he made his own decision.
"For the state of free elements in the air, we collectively call it the "free state", the state where the energy level is in the lower state-what do you have, Murphy?"
It seemed that it was just a roll call, and the teacher remembered the names of all the people. Her face was not surprised, and she gently raised her cheek and looked at Murphys.
The sleepy afternoon always carried a lazy breath, and the abrupt lectures awakened many sleepy students. Murphy raised his arms and closed the thick books in front of him, stood up and said: "I have a question."
"Say."
"What is magic used for?"
Murphy's question seemed simple and naive, but it made some people who had been watching him unsightly for four weeks collectively silent-after learning a few lessons, what is the real role of magic? No one can give an answer that can convince oneself.
This problem made the teacher who looked at Gujing Wubo seem to be stunned for a few seconds, and then she unexpectedly walked down the podium, wearing a black robe without wind, automatically floating gently-this is the first time Murphys watched It was uncommon to see the magic, so he was a little dumbfounded, his hands clenched the hilt involuntarily.
This is an instinctive response to unknown things. Maybe some people are worshipers, some people are fears, and Murphys is rebellion.
"Everyone who takes part in the war has the desire to fight for peace, even those who are warlike by nature-who are happy with their wisdom and fighting, UU reading books www.uukanshu.com" This indifferent woman Seemingly not answering the question, he still said slowly: "Magic, in a general sense, is the weapon of war, but the significance of magic is more than that."
Murphy was a little fascinated, but his mind flashed the words that the old guy said-"All peace is orderly stability", and the magician in front of him does not seem to have the weapon of war in her mouth. "The meaning is clear and simple.
"Open the title page of your textbook, you will understand the lifelong pursuit of a magician, magic is only a means, Murphys, your question is the first time someone has asked me face to face since I taught, too many people are eager Going astray in studying the so-called powerful magic, but not paying attention to the proverb when stepping into this door."
Murphy lowered his head and reached out to reopen the "Elementary Theory Basis". There was a faint line of handwriting under the title page, which read "Magician, born to seek truth."
Raising her head, the woman in front of her turned and walked back to the podium, a rare clap of hands. Although it was the warm weather in September, white snowflakes suddenly flew in the classroom.
This was a silent deterrent, which made the students who were previously skeptical of this course suddenly tense up their nerves.
"I came here today. My homework is to memorize all the concepts in the first chapter about the elementary basic energy and state. I will be at your own risk if you fail the assessment."
Turning away, no one left the seat, looking at the falling snowflakes overhead. For the first time, Murphy felt that the woman in front of him could afford the title of "mentor".
However, the next lesson will start soon. Murphy looked at the back of the classroom and walked blankly towards the classroom. The snowflakes fell on him and immediately melted. The silent back left the stranger in the classroom. Classmates, but no one laughed out loud.
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