Lord of Rot

Chapter 218 Black Cavalry

Li Qi demonstrated the use of [Spellcasting Crystal] for Thomas scholars.

Pour in the frost enchantment spell, and then tap the [Spellcasting Crystal] on the wooden stick aside.

Enchantment successful.

The stick fell into the water and quickly froze.

"You actually mastered arcane magic?" Scholar Thomas looked at Li Qi's display of magic in surprise.

But he quickly found a reasonable reason for this: "Arcana is a manifestation of rich knowledge. You have a deeper wisdom than most scholars, so it is not surprising that you master arcana."

Some scholars like to call magic arcana. In their eyes, magic is not just spells, but rules that can be deduced and utilized.

For example, Guy and the necromancer Ayame are spell casters. They do not understand the rules of magic. They only know which spell to recite and which effect can be achieved. They cannot extend their research, but they are not necessarily sure about its use. Will be worse than a scholar.

Because scholars conduct research in a deliberative way, they often hope to gain more knowledge and explore more mysteries, rather than using it to kill people and set fires.

The church likes to call it theurgy, and magic is a miracle.

But more often than not, the church very much rejects magic, and belief in God does not require the release of magic.

In Li Qi's opinion, no matter what name it is given, it is magic.

Science and magic are two different things. Li Qi wanted to give a reminder.

But if you think about it carefully, whether it is magic or science, if it is developed to a certain level, there is probably... no difference.

"I think there is a lot we can discuss about magic, um... arcana," Li Qi said.

He studied magic by himself and worked hard. Now he has a scholar under his command. Although he is a "waste scholar", Li Qi will never underestimate his strength. He can create invisible objects, use space magic, and even control gravity. Delving into it, he is definitely the best among magic scholars.

The only problem may be that the learning is mixed but not refined, and there is no good direction.

But in terms of knowledge base, he is definitely not comparable to himself.

Only when everyone's ideas collide can we have a more magnificent future.

[Spellcasting Crystal] can store magic and then release it.

The most iconic thing is the magic circle that appears on the casting crystal every time it is used.

It seems to have some kind of translation function, turning the magic released by Li Qi into a patterned magic circle.

Thomas scholar held a pen and tried to copy down the magic circle.

For this reason, Li Qi had to provide mental strength. Although it did not consume much, it was still a bit tiring to remain motionless.

Finally, the first magic transcript ends.

"Frost Enchantment" provides Li Qi with ice-making magic, which is extremely useful in summer.

Scholar Thomas sent the paper with the magic circle drawn on it to Li Qi.

"Nothing special." Li Qi looked left and right and found that it was just a piece of paper with the ink not yet dry. He shook his hand twice and made a squeaking sound.

"Maybe...inject spiritual power?" Li Qi tried to inject spiritual power, but did not gain anything.

Scholar Thomas has the calmness and patience of an old researcher: "Sir, this is just a piece of paper. You should give me some time to study what the content on the paper represents and decipher the knowledge contained in it. "

"You're right, I was a little too hasty." Li Qi nodded and handed the paper to Scholar Thomas.

"Sir, do you know any other magic?" Scholar Thomas took another one: "Maybe multiple magics can find common ground."

So for the next whole day, Li Qi almost stayed with Scholar Thomas. He became a magic model, holding up the [Spellcasting Crystal] so that Scholar Thomas could copy.

Without strong enough mental strength and physical support, most people really can't do this job.

By the time Li Qi returned to the castle, he was already half paralyzed.

This is both mental and physical exhaustion.

……

At Sanchahe Fort, the father and son of the Linsen family stood together.

Before them lay a portrait half the height of a man.

The girl in the portrait has fair skin, long hair like the red clouds in the sky, and a smile on her lips, making her look like an elf.

Hawkwood looked at the painting and sighed: "Miss Agnes is even more beautiful than when I first met her."

He turned to look at his son, Steven's eyes widened.

He already knew his son's temper very well, not to mention that no one could resist the charm of Miss Leopold.

If his son had seen the 'Red Rose' lady with his own eyes, he would probably have to worry about food instead of tea, but with the strength of the Three Fork River Castle, he was far from being able to marry Leopold's only daughter.

Her target must be the crown prince, or the heir to the duke.

There are few people in Lurea who are worthy of her.

"Steven" Hawkwood said: "Miss Agnes will arrive in a few days, and you will hold the wedding at that time."

Steven suddenly turned around and left.

"What are you doing?" Hawkwood wondered. He thought he had a handle on his son's temper. He was so ambitious and his heart was as high as the sky, but his eyes were high and his hands were low. He had no perseverance or perseverance in doing things, and his pursuit of love all came from lust.

Of course, Hawkwood was like this when he was young, and even most nobles were like this.

Then they will find that nobles are also divided into levels and strengths, and they will eventually recognize the reality and grow up.

Steven clenched his fists: "Isn't it just a political marriage? I am willing to ignite myself and light the way forward!"

Hawkwood: "..."

Sure enough, he is still his son, and has not changed at all.

After a few days,

Steven put on his plate armor and left the castle on his horse.

He will line up on the other side of the Three Forks River to meet the beautiful Miss Agnes, his fiancée.

The accompanying team also included ten heavily armed soldiers.

Hawkwood stood on the castle wall, looking at his son's retreating figure.

"Steven will be a good husband," Jennifer said with emotion as she stood beside her father.

In her eyes, her brother, who had always been immature, was about to get married. It was hard to express her sadness in words.

Steven's team has shrunk to the size of ants in the eyes of the father and daughter.

On the far opposite side, where the sky and the road connect, a golden carriage appears.

There were also a dozen accompanying soldiers guarding him behind him.

Under the sun, it shines with dazzling golden light, like gold rushing towards the Sancha River.

Hawkwood smiled.

The carriage stopped at the long bridge on the other side of the river, and a red-haired figure got off. He looked like an ant, and it was difficult to see more clearly.

But it should be Agnes Leopold, and only the Golden Thorn family has red hair.

Even their bloodline will make them produce red hair no matter which family they marry.

Steven also turned over and dismounted. He bent down to salute, and then kissed the back of Miss Agnes' hand.

Steven is pretty good at aristocratic etiquette.

"It seems like they were very satisfied when they met for the first time." Hawkwood smiled rarely and nodded lightly.

Boom, boom!

The rapid sound of horse hooves roared like thunder.

A group of cavalry wearing black armor rushed towards Steven and the others on fast horses.

Hawkwood sensed something was wrong: "Quick!"

He turned around and shouted: "Go out and save people!"