Chapter 127: Theft of “secrets”

The strength of casting a spell was still a relatively new concept to Jace, and it sounded like it was quite complicated.

He’d never heard anything about the intensity of casting magic in Slaughtered Lamb, or Gagin, and certainly he hadn’t even heard of the concept of skill in casting spells in those warlocks.

All magic was a matter of reciting an incantation and messing around with the poses that someone had taught you, and if you succeeded, you succeeded, and if you failed, you pulled back, and it was completely up to you.

Obviously, this kind of “strength” skill of casting weak spells could not be mastered overnight, and it must have involved deep communication with the power of arcane magic or the magic network, not something that could be done with accurate spell recitation like Jace.

When he finished speaking, Marin didn’t continue, but lowered his head to read his book, which was a way for Jace to think for himself.

In fact, Jace hadn’t had much of a sense of really connecting with the magic web energy up to this point.

He felt like a speaker who had memorized his script with particular familiarity and emotion, and the arcane energies were the audience below the stage. Jace gave a speech up there that was so passionate and moving that the audience below shed tears of excitement, but Jace had absolutely no idea what he was talking about or what the audience was being moved by.

When the audience tries to ask Jace a question, as if Jace wants to do deeper arcane manipulation, such as the so-called casting strength, Jace is completely confused.

The so-called arcane talent is actually here, the genius is like meeting brothers and sisters when he meets the audience on the stage, with countless common language, and can accurately and deeply feel their emotions and thoughts, because he grew up and lived with these audiences since he was a child.

As for Jace, not only does he not recognize the audience, he doesn’t understand their culture or character, he doesn’t even understand their language, he’s not even an outsider, he’s simply a foreigner.

But Shadow, it’s a whole different story.

Jace responded to the Shadow Force with so much passion that he had to find a way to push down the urge in his mind to manipulate the Shadow, or be manipulated by the Shadow, every time he cast the Shadow Force.

The throbbing of those shadow powers, the emotions that the shadow powers wanted to express towards him he felt clearly, he wanted to respond, but he didn’t dare to respond.

Even after every time he had implicated the dark shadows, and even after he himself had been affected by the dark shadows, he had to reflect on where he had changed in a way that shouldn’t have happened, and the process of such reflection even made him more tired than the process of learning knowledge of arcane magic orc language, or alchemy and the like.

If Arcane was a group of spectators, then Shadow was like a woman madly in pursuit of her own, so beautiful and clingy, with a smile so intoxicating, but with a knife in her hand everywhere she went, and staring you right in the heart.

But she never says what she’s trying to do with the knife, or what she’s staring at your heart for; it’s all in the air. Meanwhile, you are ignoring the knife in her hand more and more, starting to be attracted by her unique aura, little by little, the tip of the knife on your skin, oozing blood.

At first you wake up in pain, but in the end, even the pain itself becomes part of this pleasure.

Dark magic accepts all those who are willing to accept it …… This statement seems to be understood by every spell caster, whether it be the mages in the Wizard’s Sanctuary or those warlocks in the Dagger’s Guild, but it seems that only Jace is so accepted.

Thinking about it, Jace glanced at his pocket watch, it was already 10 o’clock, and the Arcane Wisdom he had cast was probably about to dissipate.

The morning would be over soon, and in the afternoon Marin would be going to the Wizard’s Sanctuary for a lesson, what was he here for, was he here for self-reflection after hearing Marin’s lesson?

He’s here to memorize the spell!

Jace glanced to the warlock’s bag on the floor, how could he waste his chance when he had so much determination to bring this brat in?

Marin had already reopened the book to continue reading by now, and in a few moments, there was no chance that he would even pick up his pen, would it be too late to make any more demands? Was it really necessary to accept the reality of not having much magic to practice for two months?

“Master.” Jace said.

“Uh-huh.” Marin’s head didn’t even pick up.

“Could you demonstrate it again for me, Master.” Jace said, “Since you can cast weak magic, surely it wouldn’t be difficult for you to do Mage Armor again? I just want to feel how a standard mage armor is actually formed once more, last time I only remembered to observe but not feel the fluctuations, the ebb and flow of arcane energy. I guess I should focus more on taking care of the magic net and the emotions of the arcane energy next instead, after all, the process of casting a spell is the process of communicating with the arcane energy, which is what you taught me before.”

Though trolling Marin for spells like this made Jace feel a little bad in his heart, after all, the other man was doing it for his own good.

But now the strong desire to learn the Mage Armor spell has turned into an obsession.

He had it in mind that if Marin continued to refuse this time, insisting that Jace teach him again when he returned and started the Defense School course, then Jace would simply give up and not think about it any more. If he agreed and was willing to demonstrate it once, that would be the opportunity given by the Holy Light.

Uh …… holy light?

“Not bad.” Marin interrupted his thoughts that were gradually running off course and said, “You’re right, the strength of casting spells, which is the process of communicating deeply with the power of arcana, is also something that needs to be learned over a long period of time for you. Since I see that you’re so strongly demanding it, I’m also embarrassed to break a student’s desire to learn.”

Here we go, here we go, here we go.

Jace was almost growling out loud in his mind, Sarno, are you bloody ready for me? It’s time to win or lose!

Marin didn’t even pull out that grimoire this time, confidently walking to the center of the room and pushing the table back a piece.

He looked kinda excited with his expression, so maybe it’s obvious that he’s just looking for a reason to do it again himself?

The old mage glanced at Jace and said, “Feel carefully the gathering of arcane energy, feel carefully the responses they make when they accept my call, listen to them speak, listen to them sing, Mr. Sesso.”

When he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and began to chant.

The winds of magic that flew, the arcane energies that swirled from all directions, the room that was beginning to become ethereal, the electricity, the flames, the breath of nature that flooded the elements that were hunted and captured by the arcane were all too much for Jace’s attention.

His whole spirit was focused on Marin’s lips, every syllable, every tone, every rise and fall of the tone, he even perceived in this dragon spell the laws of dragon pronunciation, those spitting general bursts of sound, the quivering general friction of the snake’s letters, the low growl of the throat, the cloudy consonants of the ……

Until Marin finished casting the spell, a burst of dazzling color was released around him, crystal-like armor clinging to his robes radiating all colors of light, the whirlwind scraping and scraping the paper on the bookshelves and tables with a hunting sound.

But Jace could only hear one voice at the moment, and that was the mantra that he repeated over and over again, silently, in his mind – Lokpothori, Alkanoa, Molodatu, Unibel’s Arun, Inguruku, Izkutu, Irementalak, Itakshi, Bedeinkatu, and Nazazuinsa. After the display was completed, Jace didn’t stay long and left with his bag after finding an excuse that he was hungry.

In order not to arouse Marin’s suspicion, he forced himself to stay calm until he had left the garden before he took off, running furiously all the way back to his home, reciting as he did so.

He attempted to force himself to memorize it by repeating it over and over in his head using his short term memory, during which time he couldn’t even imagine how he managed to memorize so many spell segments all at once, it must have been the help of Arcane Wisdom.

Rushing into the house, Jace spread his warlock bag wide and yelled, “Get the hell outta there, Saeuno!”

The Kid appeared in a flash of light, and Jace immediately grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and yelled, “Now mime it out! Mime it! Pronounce it in Common!”

The brat couldn’t even get a word out of his hand before he was shoved a piece of paper with the price of something already written on one side.

“Backside!” Jace helped it back up and tucked it into his arms again, and quickly took a piece of paper himself and began to mime.

“Rockpottery …… damn it ……”

He scratched his head as he mimeographed, not realizing that it was the brat who finished first.

“It’s done, master!”

It handed the paper to Jace, who tossed it aside as soon as it was done and said, “Leave me alone for a minute until I’m done!”

Jace closed his eyes and carefully recalled the scene when Marin cast the spell until he had written the last syllable.

He could feel the thumping of his heart as he looked again at the spell the Kid had written.

Pair the two together and compare them one by one, from the first character, to the last. There is no difference in the overall pronunciation or order of the utterances, except for some syllables that have a difference in the way they are written.

It was important to make sure it was as accurate as possible, after all, this magic was too important.

Jace chanted the spell, at which point he once again replenished himself with an Arcane Wisdom, the last one having supposedly failed.

At this point he couldn’t care less about the side effects, Marin’s warnings and all that, after all, it was important to distinguish between the seriousness of the situation as well.

With the help of Arcane Wisdom, Jace once again mimeographed the spell that Marin had just recited, this time even marking the reading as best as he could before checking it once more, fixing a few ambiguities with reference to the Kid’s mimeographed words.

Nothing should go wrong this time.

Jace composed the organized spell onto another piece of paper, and then depicted the essentials of casting the spell as recorded in the book he had noticed the last time he had cast it, combined with Marin’s casting process roughly in words and sketches, until he had the piece of paper densely memorized.

Finally, he placed the paper carefully into his warlock bag, and after he was all done, it was almost evening. The mage armor here was so much more complicated than in the game, and hopefully it would be effective enough for the process of casting it as well, rather than just reducing the damage by a few percent, which would be almost better than nothing for the real world.

Is there any difference between blowing a 10 cm diameter hole in you and an 8.75 cm hole?

Considering the fear spells, though, the life-sucking effect is much more complex and intimidating than the game, there’s no reason for mage armor to pull more crotch instead.