Lynch watched as the two fellows left the room and closed the door before he lowered his head and slowly began to recall the magic he had learned.
For the mages of Anriel, the daily routine involves rembering the spells of each enchantnt. This process of morization is a way to exercise one’s ntal capacity. Only mages with sufficiently good mory can retain so many complex and tongue-twisting spells in their minds. And when they use these spells, this part of their mory will vanish along with the magic energy used.
The more advanced the spell, the more complex its elental composition. The ntal effort required by a mage to recall it increases accordingly. This is the standard used by the Mage Association to evaluate a spellcaster’s level. The ability to morize more complex spells indicates a higher level mage.
The thod of morizing spells is not fixed; so very intelligent mages can find patterns within the spells. Or so mages can, by repeatedly morizing and using magic, develop instinctive reactions to using certain magic. These mages can morize more spells at once than ordinary people and can also rember more profound magic. They are the elites in the field and have beco leaders among mages.
The seven Great Mages of the Mage Association are such individuals.
Unfortunately, the secrets of magic are not easily learned; they emphasize comprehension rather than rote morization. A good ntor is one who can frequently prompt apprentices to think and research, not just let them read magic notes left by predecessors. Lynch’s rapid growth into a powerful spellcaster is inextricably linked to Caso’s excellent teachings.
So people believe that rembering the spell recited during magic casting, along with the suitable magic materials, will allow them to perform magic. Without exception, their attempts have failed. The incantation recited during a magic spell is rely a trigger for the spell; it may differ for different people using the sa spell. So may not need to use this trigger at all and can cast magic silently, a capability called Magic Silent Casting. Moreover, they can even omit any gestures during spell casting; so individuals need only a thought to unleash magic, requiring no "trigger" whatsoever. These are very unique techniques. However, employing these techniques necessitates altering the spell’s structure during preparation, which greatly increases the complexity, making a low-level spell as complex as a high-level one. Regular mages refer to this as "super magic."
Another group of people, with a peculiar lineage, can instinctively unleash magic power just like others wave their arms. They can freely use various types of magic. This way of casting is more akin to magic-using creatures than humans, such as dragons. The more they can explore their potential and understand their traits, the better they can employ their magic talent. These people often live like artists, characterized by elegance and exceptional charisma. However, their magic abilities derive more from their lineage than from knowledge. While they may use spells frequently, their understanding of magic’s mysteries is limited, and their variety of spells is very restricted. For them, magic is a tool rather than knowledge. They are generally called: Magicians.
Knowledge is power, and true understanding and analysis of various spells along with corresponding spell records, written in one’s own magic book, are the real secret and source of a mage’s magic power. The magic book is the mage’s life.
At this ti, a magic book from a room in Dwarf City tore through the thin cloth used as a window and fell from a high platform. The wind rustling its pages, the book plumted like a bird with injured wings, longing for the sky, landing with a thud on the ground.
Out of a regular room on that platform ca a one-ard human who grabbed the rail of the corridor with his single hand, shouting: "My magic!!" Then, as if all strength had left his body, he knelt to the ground. His right hand still tightly clenched around the railing, muscles bulging as he tried to vent all his anger, disappointnt, and pain on the steel rail.
A gno child holding candy watched curiously at the big man who had run out from the adjacent room. The patterns of stars and waves embroidered on his robe looked exceptionally beautiful, much like the mage robes ntioned by the child’s parents. The child found it very strange that the man shouted and then collapsed to the ground. The child walked over curiously, extending a hand with candy, speaking in Dwarf Language with a lilting voice, "Big Uncle, what’s wrong? Want so candy? It’s very sweet."
The big man tilted his head to look at the child, his pitch-black eyes staring blankly at him. The child, with two streams of snot, slightly tilted his head with a pair of clear big eyes looking at the big man in front of him, extended a tiny pink hand with a candy wrapped in colorful paper in the palm. Who else on the continent would dare approach a mage in distress and fury like this child?
The mage gazed at the little one for a while, gradually restoring his eyes back to normal. He released his grip on the railing, wiped the child’s nose clean with his sleeve, and accepted the ager candy.
"Little one, what’s your na?"
"I’m Xin Shi! And you? Big Uncle?"
"? My na is Lynch."
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