I Really Don’t Want To Be A Calamity

  Chapter 710 Twelve Monarchs (4400 words) as everyone knows.

Under Astral Projection, Yi Lin is in a state of mind.

The state of mind is a special state.

The outside time is almost static.

The speed of the brain's operation is beyond the limits of the physical body and reaches its true limit.

The principle 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's just one page, it is impossible to complete under normal conditions.

At the very least, humans shouldn't.

But Yi Lin is still done.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yi Lin does not know whether the Master successfully returned to his world after leaving the town of gu gu, or whether he has died . But before he saw the Supreme Master cross the street with his own eyes, Yi Lin was still alive as a Supreme Master for the time being.

And be grateful.

In a state of mind, Yi Lin has ten lines at a glance.

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

all around, time returns to its normal flow rate again.

Yi Lin glanced at the clock set in the library. After Yi Lin finished reading the 100 pages of magic books, it only took five minutes to trifling.

In five minutes of this trifling, maintaining a mental state consumes four-fifths of Yi Lin's spirit energy value.

Oh, it's magic power now.

You know, Yi Lin's spirit energy value is notoriously plentiful.

In other words, the consumption of Astral Projection is terrifying.

While sorting out new experiences and consolidating memories, he calculates.

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

Hiss...

Plan through! Yi Lin's liver is up.

-Liver burst.

The fifth day.

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

The attendant recruited by Cyberlast,

lay openly on the spiral staircase in a "big" shape, and hu hu fell asleep.

Yi Lin finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Snoring sounds one after another in the quiet library room.

Yi Lin blatantly disrupted the order of the clock tower, and was quickly stabbed to Lord Bassemero.

"Sleeping in the library?"

During the day, at the direction of Lord Bathermero, Cerberas pushed his wheelchair to Lun brought 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 Yi Lin.

"It's really like a child."

Bathmero Dylan said with a slight smile.

Cerberas was silent for a moment, with his eyelids drooping, calmly said: "Master, I will remind him to pay attention."

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

"Go back to the master, five days."

"So that's how it is, do you feel it?"

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"The smell of'magic' began to appear on him."

Cyberlas's face changed slightly, his eyes were a little bit more Points change. She immediately lowered her head and took the palm of Yi Lin who was sleeping.

At this time,

Yi Lin opened his eyes.

"You..."

"Don't talk."

Said Cerberas.

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

Yi Lin sat up reluctantly, saying so, but his body let Cyberlas act wilfully .

A few seconds later, Cerberas let go of his hand, frowned.

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

Yi Lin rubbed his eyes and asked.

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

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

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

"Is this also inheritance?"

Combining his own understanding of "magic", Yi Lin was puzzled.

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

"Not bad."

Yi Lin speak frankly.

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

"Once?"

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

"Oh."

Yi Lin nodded, Yi Lin is not too interested in the historical secrets buried in the long river of time.

"Cyberlas."

"Yes."

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

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"What?!"

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

"Yes, remember, don't forget."

Bathmero Dylan waved and yawned, tired and sleepy.

Brother, it's only early in the morning.

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

"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. Finally Still kindly reminded: "Please wash clean."

"..."

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

Although there is no strenuous exercise and there is no exaggerated smell on his body, Yi Lin himself can't stand it.

Secretly returned to his room and rubbed it well, Yi Lin lay on the soft bed, thinking about life.

Something seems to happen this afternoon.

Yi Lin closes his 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.

Yi Lin always feels something is wrong.

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

Regarding the "commission" of the prototype Treasure Item, Bathmelo Dylan didn't mention it, and Yi Lin pretended that he had forgotten it.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Mi Lien for several days, she won't kill people everywhere when she gets in a hurry?"

After a short time of getting along, Yi Lin put Mi Lien into the same category as Little 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 which, It’s been a while since I left Tower of Death.

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

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

It doesn't matter, the information of every member is listed.

Yi Lin believes that Molly can give her the arrangement of the door trial trial.

I remember that even Molly, who was not apostle, was in the order camp. For a long time, he replaced the dead Mo Rendi and became the spiritual pillar of the few survivors.

She, no problem.

even more how, 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.

"That's right..."

Thinking of the door door trial, Yi Lin straightened up 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 district 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, until this trouble is resolved, is there no way to enter the trial for the time being?"

From this point of view, we must hurry up.

Seize the time, grasp 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. Originally, he planned to take a good rest before four o'clock in the afternoon, and then hurriedly returned to the library to continue to burst his liver.

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

In the past few days, a few magician apprentices who occasionally visited the library, when they saw Yi Lin, they cast strange glances.

They whispered: "Look, that's the weird person. There is no magician bloodline, but he stays in the library all day long."

In the circle, bloodline is above all else.

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

"Too hard."

Some people admire it.

Yi Lin glanced at their costumes.

There is a strict hierarchy in the clock tower.

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

Inside the clock tower, except for the mysterious dean 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 "level positions", namely: crown, color, ceremonial, sacrificial, open, eldest son, and last son.

The last son is the lowest level of apprentice, 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.

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

In the "color level" level, from high to low, it is further divided into "red", "blue", "yellow", "orange", "purple", "green", " "Black", their sleeves and collars have laces of corresponding colors.

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 whisperers who were all kindergarten-level scum. So Yi Lin slightly smiled, pointing 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, based on their IQ, it can be seen that Yi Lin's smile is mocking.

Yi Lin didn't have time to waste on this boring face-slapping act. Without anyone else, he stepped onto the spiral staircase, found a quiet corner, and took a book from the shelf at random.

"A total of 101 pages, yo, I like this number. That's it!"

After the selection, Yi Lin sat on the stairs, studying hard.

"A magician performs magic, in addition to satisfying the three elements: base plate, technique, and circuit, he also needs a certain amount of'magic preparation. It’s magic under the guise of magic."

It's another basic magic textbook. Yi Lin got interested and read it quickly.

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

"There is a precious'treasure' that can reduce the time for magic preparation to zero infinitely, allowing almost all magic They are all equivalent to'instant launch'."

"In addition to the above, magicians must have magic power to perform magic."

"Magic power cannot be generated out of thin air. It is the life force of the magician. So, this is what another book mentioned. Most magicians are short-lived, so they are struggling to find the real reason for the magic Inheritor?"

"Magic power can be stored in other places in advance. In terms of magical'things', gem magic seems to belong to this. This is very similar to my crystallography, which is interesting and interesting."

"en? Excellent magician, his body fluids and hair , And even skin fragments, contain different degrees of magic. It’s a bit awesome. An excellent magician can even draw magic from body fluids...how it doesn’t sound right."

" Etiquette...armed...inherent Formation...singularity..."

Each and every brand-new nouns are on the paper.

time quietly pass.

Yi Lin was fascinated, unconsciously, it was late afternoon.

"Time is up."

3:30 in the afternoon.

A cold icy voice rang in Yi Lin's ear.

Yi Lin lifts the head, just to face the black face of Cerberas.

"No, there is still half an hour."

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

Along the way,

Cyberlas seemed a little angry.

Yi Lin followed Cerberas silently, and soon he noticed that the other party’s emotions were a bit wrong, and when he walked, hu hu had the wind. Compared with usual, his crotch was struggling. Especially big.

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

Yi Lin asked tentatively.

"..."

Cerberas walked faster in silence.

"By the way, on that day, you should be using'rune', right?" Idle is also idle, Yi Lin still has not exited from the "scholar mode", whispering, It's like talking to himself, but the voice is too loud enough to make Cerberas 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’m a little surprised. If both sides of the game can recognize your text type at a glance, will the formidable power be greatly reduced?"

"I saw a sentence in the book, "Hiding is magic The essence, the more people know and use it, the more the power will be dispersed and weakened. Putting it that way, knowing the essence of your magic in front of you, wouldn't it just be abolished?"

"You know too much."

Cerberas turned his back to Yi Lin and replied coldly.

The two stopped talking.

Yi Lin did not continue to make himself boring, hehe smiled.

About a few minutes before four o'clock.

Cyberlas finally brought the chattering Yi Lin to the so-called "first cathedral".

That is an ancient building with Gothic style.

Yi Lin stepped into it and instantly noticed that countless eyes were gathered on him.

The architectural style reminds Yi Lin of Western churches.

The tall dome, one after another magic ceiling, exudes rays of light of different colors.

Thousands of magician apprentices are neatly dressed and lined up in strict accordance with their ranks.

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

Yi Lin and Cyberlas 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 appear to be a crane in a flock of chickens. It’s hard 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, just a moment, he already understood the identity of the seven.

Located at the apex of the clock tower...

Twelve monarchs!

-Seventh.

(End of this chapter)