"Mystelle, that's a very good name.
Let me ask you one last time, are you sure you want me to teach you magic?"
Duke Wind Rider squatted down and wiped the dust off Mystelle's face and asked.
"Well, you will be my teacher from now on."
"Haha, okay, come to school tomorrow and introduce your classmates."
Duke Fengqi pulled Lan behind him and introduced: "Louye Fitzlan, Meliswana, is my daughter.
From now on, you will Spend the rest of the days at Duke Wind Rider’s academy until you become a true magician.”
"Magician, it sounds good.
Then, please take care of me, Sister Louise."
"Ah, um" After watching the magic show by Mystelle, Lan was a little disheartened.
A child about his own age could actually do such a thing, but these playing cards seemed to be in trouble with him.
They either exploded or had no reaction at all.
No.
A year and a half later, Duke Fengqi's magic academy has been officially established for a long time, and more and more students are enrolling.
As a last resort, Duke Fengqi divided the academy into dozens of classes and three grades, but by The students he personally tutored were only thirty children in a class.
"The magic of wind, the divine wind summons and unfolds" A breeze blew from the opposite direction, and Lan knew that she had failed again.
This year, she had not succeeded in any magic at all.
In contrast, Mystelle became the proud student of the Wind Riding Duke, regardless of What kind of magic is it?
She can imitate it and do about 70% to 80% of it just after seeing it.
"Lan" At this moment, a girl's voice suddenly came from outside the warehouse.
Who would come here on this cold morning?
Lan slowly turned her head, and stood in the snow.
A girl with blond hair and blue eyes, this girl is Mystelle.
"Mystelle, what's the matter?"
Lan hid the playing cards in her hand.
She didn't want Mystelle to know that she hadn't learned a magic trick yet.
Mystelle stood outside shyly for a long time.
It was only when Lan was about to lose her patience that she opened her mouth and whispered: "Teacher Fengqi asked me to teach you something else, so you come out with me first."
Bar."
"Other things."
Lan suddenly became interested and followed Mystelle out of the warehouse.
"What kind of things are they?
You have to come outside to teach me.
It's very cold."
After a long time, Mystelle suddenly disappeared from Lan's eyes.
Lan was stunned and began to look around for Mystelle.
But just when she turned her head, Missel had already appeared behind her. .
"Where did you go just now?"
Lan looked at Mystelle in surprise.
At the same time, she also discovered the steel wire clutched in the palm of her right hand.
It was so thin that it was almost invisible.
If it weren't for her hand underneath, , normal people must not be able to see it.
"This is the physical technique that Mr.
Fengqi asked me to teach you.
You can use this steel wire to move very far in an instant.
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If you go fast, it can even exceed the speed of sound.
This is what Mr.
Fengqi said."
After that, Mystelle took out another pair of thin steel wires from her pocket and handed it to Lan, and ordered: "These steel wires are not made of ordinary steel.
Its flexibility and durability far exceed ordinary steel." , so it won’t break after being used many times.”
Lan looked at the wire in her hand as if she had gotten a new toy.
When she thought about Mystelle's sudden disappearance, her heart surged: "Are there any skills that need to be mastered?
If you move at a speed invisible to the naked eye in a short period of time, It must take a lot of energy."
"Just try to concentrate all your strength on the muscles of your hands, then throw the wire to a place with obstacles or other objects, and use the power of your hands to quickly retract the wire, but your body must be in contact with your hands.
The tension at the bottom is balanced, otherwise there will be a phenomenon where the wire comes back but the person is still in the same place."
Missdale showed it in slow motion and said slowly: "Well, it can't be learned in a short time.
I only learned it after practicing for a whole day.”
"Whoosh" Before Mystelle could finish what she said, Lan suddenly rushed out.
At that moment, she seemed to have heard the sound of a wire being pulled.
Can this guy know how to do this kind of physical skill just by seeing it once?
"Whoosh" "It's not very difficult, but it's really tiring to do it over and over again."
Lan looked at the circle of wire in her hand and smiled.
Missdale almost stayed in place, and it took a long time before a few words came out of her mouth: "It's a lie."
"Mystelle" "Ah, it's okay.
Lan seems to be very good at learning this kind of physical skills.
She is worthy of being the teacher's daughter.
So, my mission has been completed.
Goodbye."
Mystelle breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought it would take a long time.
The teaching was completed in such a short period of time, which is naturally the best.
The next day, the class began to learn the movement technique.
Mystelle seemed to have taken leave and did not come to school.
However, for her who is so omnipotent, there must be no problem with this type of physical technique.
After all, she was the one who taught her.
"Lan, have you learned it yet?"
During the training, Duke Fengqi saw Lan sitting alone on the steps, holding playing cards in his hand and seemed to be practicing the magic unfolding method again, so he walked over and asked.
Lan nodded: "Well, Mystelle taught me yesterday, but father, how can we control the output of magic?
It's been more than a year, and I still haven't mastered the key at all."
"Lan."
Duke Fengqi stroked Lan's head and said slowly, "If you are impatient, magic will not succeed.
If you really can't calm down, Dad has other physical skills that he can teach you.
One day When you are in a good mood, magic will work."
"Really?"
Lan tilted her head and looked into Duke Fengqi's eyes.
"Of course, okay, while the classmates are training, dad will teach you other physical skills."
"Father."
"Well what's the matter, Lan?"
Lan was silent for a long time, then raised his head and shouted loudly: "I want to learn magic."
Lan's words made Duke Fengqi very embarrassed.
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Maybe it was because her talent was not strong, or maybe he shouldn't have told her about magic at all in the first place.
It was enough to let her feel at ease to be a magician.
It seemed that his expectations for her were too high.
Yes.
"Lan."
Duke Fengqi paused for a long time, and at this time the sky also became gloomy.
"Practice your physical skills well.
We'll talk about magic later."
"Father, Lan has not succeeded in a single technique until now.
Although I have been trying to break through zero scores over the years, this may be the difference between a genius and a fool."
"Hey, what are you talking to yourself there alone?"
Nirosta looked at Lan not far away curiously.
He was clearly hit by the Holy Word of Glory twice but he could still stand up.
Ordinary people would probably be too early now.
He was already lying on the ground.
"Father" "Hmph, I have no patience anymore.
Forget it, Nevamyslo's side should be over soon.
As a master, I can't be slower than him."
Nirosta carried the Scythe of Dusk behind him and raised his right hand to the void in front of him.
As soon as he grabbed it, a ball of golden current made a "crack" sound like a metal collision.
"By the king's oath, the electric shock of the holy word will fade into the dusk."
"呲呲" The golden lightning condensed a large amount of the power of the Holy Word and roared towards Lan.
The floor was lifted up piece by piece by the storm magnetic field generated by the lightning, and then scattered to the side.
"Go to hell" "The magic of wind, the divine wind summons and unfolds" "What?"
The armor on Nirosta's body was immediately torn into pieces by the strong wind.
He didn't expect that the so-called magic could completely release its power in such a short period of time.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh" The strong wind like a sickle cut the golden lightning into pieces, and Nirosta was not spared.
Thousands of wounds were scratched on his body by the wind blades caused by the divine wind.
Although the wounds were small, each one was scratched.
Extremely deadly "call"
The moment the wind stopped, half of the room was covered with knife marks.
Not only Nirosta's body, but even Lan's hands did not escape the range of the magic wind, and were scratched by the blades made of wind.
There were several wounds, but compared to Nirosta, who still had half a breath left, her wounds were just a drop in the bucket.
"Pa" The Scythe of Dusk that Nirosta carried behind his back suddenly became shattered.
It was unknown whether it was torn into pieces by the magic spell summoned by the divine wind, or whether it was left because of the death of its master.
"Father, I did it and that kamikaze summoned me" Suddenly everything went dark.
Lan and Nirosta fell down almost at the same time.
Lan, who had exhausted all his strength, could no longer stand up.
It seemed that the only things left were left to Xinghan and Yuramisa who was ambushing aside.
"Boom" Neva Misro's heavy punch landed on Xing Han's shoulder again.
Even if he used magic to instantly focus on the attacked area, it would not be any better.
Xing Han, who was blasted nearly two meters away, once again looked at the situation in front of him.
I feel like I have heard this name somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.
"Hey Lan, it's okay."
"You are really nosy."
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At the moment when Xinghan was distracted, Nevamyslo hit him in the abdomen with a horizontal kick.
This time, he was hit so hard without taking any defensive measures.
The attack made his internal organs seem to be shattered.
"Oh, is that guy dead?
Come on, this kind of person actually claims that he is qualified to be my master.
He is obviously a waste."
"Hey, who is meddling in other people's business now?"
"Oops!"
Nevamyslo then reacted, but Xinghan's magic-condensed fist had already hit him from the back, and now he could only do his best to defend and counterattack.
"Boom" "Tch, soft fist."
"Yeah" "The inscription of my sword, Heracles":