Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 66 Claude on the Roof

The misty space was silent, and only Claude had just flashed a path of spectacle along the edge of that six-mounted pattern that he had outlined in the middle of the sky with his own spiritual power. But soon, countless lights flashed out in space, like the starry sky. Flashing, the starlight is colorful, still moving toward the six stars...

So this is the elemental photon... you can't see anything with your eyes, only in this empty state can you feel it with your mental strength...

Claude saw the acceleration of the movement of those elemental photons. It can already be said that they are flying toward the Six-Mountain Star. I really don't understand why these Six-Mountain Stars are so attractive to elemental photons...

Red is supposed to be a fire element, green is a wood element in the diary, what's blue? Water element... white bright is light element, what is black? Earthly or dark? No, the earthy one is the earthy one, the dark one... what is the silver one? Gold or thunder, and what color is the wind?

It took Claude half a day to suddenly think, yes, what was the most intimate element with herself? After a half-day of careful examination, it was finally discovered that the red elemental photon was the largest of all elemental photons coming towards the stars. Obviously, like Master Landers, the most affectionate element is the fire element.

That really omits a lot of trouble, and Claude is glad that the highest fire element affinity means that he can practise according to the diary of Master Landers and continue to practise according to his recorded experience and mind. I was also concerned that if the elements of other attributes were the most intimate with me, the diaries of the two Landers magicians could only be used as a reference for the future, and could no longer be practiced on the basis of his experience.

According to the points in the diary, Claude covered the slowly spinning six-mounted stars in the sky with his own spiritual power, as if a barrier had been erected around it, allowing only the flame-red fire element photons to pass through, excluding all the other attribute element photons of the remaining color. Soon, the six triangles of the six stars were dyed red.

After some time, the six triangles along the edges of the six stars have turned into six brights of fire red. Even in the open air, Claude seemed to feel the heat of the fire element. I think the fire element photons that gather up are getting smaller and smaller, that should be enough...

So Claude carefully connected the six flame-red triangles with mental force, and slowly began to guide the flame-element photons in these triangles into the middle hexagon of the hexagon, according to what was recorded in the diary of the Lenders Mage. This is the magic that transforms elemental photons into their own...

This is not difficult, as the photons of the fire elements in the six flame-red triangles were quickly thrown into the hexagons. It's just that the triangle is getting darker and darker, and the hexagon among the six stars seems like a bottomless hole. So many fire element photons are thrown in, but they are not as quickly stained with fire red as those six triangles. They are still dark, as if nothing had changed. Claude noticed, however, that the edges of the six stars seemed thicker and a little more three-dimensional.

The six triangles of fire element photons have all been thrown into the hexagon, but no other fire element photons flash out in this fog-cloaked space, and the empty six triangles have no fire element to fill up again.

This is already a meditation. This was also recorded in the diary by the Landers Mage, who thought it best not to start meditation too often, otherwise it would be a headache to exhaust one's mental strength. It seems Master Landers has also suffered from mental exhaustion.

Claude didn't feel tired about his spirit. However, for the sake of safety, he did not continue to practice meditation again, but rose back to his little attic, picked up the hourglass on the table, looked at the time scale and found that only an hour and a half had passed. It also includes the time to go out and lie on the roof and practise meditation at least four times if you can seem to support your spiritual strength one night.

So Claude climbed out the window again to the roof and continued to practice Six-Mountain Meditation under the illumination of the moon. However, this time in the emptiness, when he used his mind to outline the pattern of the six stars, he found that when he first practiced, he felt that the six stars seemed to be a little thick. It was not a delusion. This time, the edges of the six stars were as thick as he felt when he first practiced, and there was a sense of 3D...

When the horn bells of the Temple of War reverberated again over White Deer Town, Claude discovered that he had practiced all night without even knowing it. I forgot to practice meditation a few times, not less than five times anyway. Instead of tired of staying up all night practicing, he also had a very exciting feeling.

In his diary, Master Landers forgot to mention the important thing that the Six Lights in the Underworld do become thick and three-dimensional in the process of practicing. No wonder Master Landers describes the hexagonal image in the middle of the hexagon as a well, and when the magic of filling the well with elemental photon conversion means when you can successfully advance to a first-degree syntactic magician.

This must have been the negligence of Master Landers, who started writing this diary after he was successfully promoted to a tertiary scribe and had his own private room on the basement floor of the Magic Tower. So he forgot what he was used to practicing without documenting it.

One night of practice, allowing Claude to spiritually outline the six-mounted pattern in the underworld has gone from planar to stereoscopic, as if it had just been drawn with a stroke pen and has now changed to a large marker pen. In addition to making the six triangles on the edge accommodate more fire element photons, Claude feels that it's not easy to convert fire element photons into a well filled with magic in the middle hexagon, which takes a long time...

That's why Master Landers would be so deserving in his diary, and it would take him only three months to successfully advance from a magic apprentice to a first-degree scribe, which is truly something to be proud of. In addition to his magical gifts, he also worked hard. And those magic apprentices who went up the mountain at the same time, practicing for over a year to two years before promotion is normal. As for the female magic apprentice who stayed in the magic tower for five years without promotion and the Landers magician, they do deserve sympathy...

Though Claude and Master Landers have the highest affinity for fire elements, their mental strength is particularly acute and deaf, as Master Landers wrote in his diary. But Claude didn't think he could be promoted from a magic apprentice to a first-degree magician within three months, just like a Landers magician, and he put the deadline six months later, and Claude felt very satisfied if he could leave his magic apprentice status within six months.

As a magic apprentice, I can't do anything but practice meditation. If you can't output your own magic, you can't use any magic skill. As Master Landers has made clear in his diary, in an era of abundant magic resources, magic apprentices can use symbolism to perform magic with the help of a variety of magic resources. But now the magic resources are scarce. Apart from making itself a container of magic, there is no other way for the magic apprentice to want to cast magic...

The same is true of Claude today, not to say that he practiced Six-Mounth Meditation and became a magical apprentice to learn the mysteries of magic. The Landers magician recorded some magic and skills in his diary, but he could not test the effects of the magic and skills contained in these diaries without being promoted to a first-degree scribe who could not invoke his magic.

As for using magic resources to help... cough, cough, Claude now doesn't even know what magic resources are, the book written by Master Landers is a diary, not an encyclopedia of magic resources, and he can't popularize what magic resources are, only a few materials of magic resources because later on he briefly mentioned names because he worked together as an assistant to the magician.

Claude's intention was to sink in and work hard to cultivate meditation and to use the accumulation of time to promote himself to a first-degree scribe, so that he could keep up with what was written in the diary behind Master Landers. Eat every meal, and walk every step of the way.

Since overnight meditation didn't make Claude feel uncomfortable, and both days after meditation were exciting, Claude decided to use meditation instead of sleep, which would also save time.

It was just the third night that Claude woke up from meditation and found the downstairs lights lit up and surrounded a large crowd. The oil lights in the rows of rooms across the big red brick house also started to light up, and there was a boiling feeling.

What's going on here? Is there a fire in the middle of the night? Claude can't even touch his head.

But soon he heard the noisy footsteps on his own stairs, and the screaming and crying of his sister and brother waking up from their sleep, mixed with the weak bark of a little snowdog...

Then the hurried footsteps on the stairs got closer and closer, followed by a "bang”, the small attic door was broken open, and the father's anxious shout came: "Claude! Claude...”

“Me, I'm here...” Claude, the whole thing's gone. What's going on? Did someone find me practicing meditation on the roof?

“You, what are you doing on the roof!” Mr. Morsan in the attic discovered that everything was normal and scolded as he protruded through the window with impatience.

“Pavilion, the attic was so boring, I, I climbed to the roof, cool and cool, and then I fell asleep...” Claude rushed to find an excuse: “Father, what happened? ”

“What happened? You still have the guts to ask!” Mr. Morsan is angry: “Come in and talk! ”

Claude climbed back into the attic and took half a day to figure it out.

The cause of the incident was simple: at midnight, a patrol of the White Deer Town patrol went by, and a team member accidentally looked up and found a man lying on the roof of a big red brick house, which made all the patrols nervous. This is the residence of Mr. Morsan, the chief of town administration. There were thieves climbing to the roof, so he started recruiting people to surround the whole big red brick house and knock on the door to search to prevent the thief on the roof and his accomplices...

Claude was scolded by Mr. Morsan with dog blood: "… speak for yourself, it's cool, you climb to the roof for the sake of greed, not to mention you tore all the residents of this house apart, say you fell asleep on the roof yourself, wonder what happens if you roll over? This is ridiculous... you are so bold..."

Mr. Morsan was angry, but the captain of the patrol team was very sorry not to go: “This, this Lord in charge of Morsan, since it was a misunderstanding, we will leave first, sorry to disturb your tranquillity...”

“Don't say sorry, you did the right thing.” Mr. Morsan is still sensible in front of his subordinates: “Thank you so much this time. If you hadn't been vigilant and found out about this situation, maybe the bastard would have made a big mistake. Thank you, as a father, I sincerely thank you..."

Send the patrol captain, Mr. Morsan, down again: “It's four o'clock, go back to bed and settle with you tomorrow! ”