Infinite Throne

   Chapter 711 Black Magician (4K)

"go."

  Cerberus stopped where he was and did not go forward.

   She said softly, motioning Yiren to walk in front of the seven monarchs.

"why?"

  Irin asked.

  Cerberus turned his head and looked at Irin with indifferent eyes, but quickly closed his eyes, stood up straight, and said slowly, "If you want to learn more magic."

The implication of    is that you can't fall in love.

  Irin nodded, smiled, and understood.

  The seven monarchs had a strange pressure faintly coming from their bodies.

   Their gazes on Yi Rin seemed to be seven mountains, causing Yi Rin's shoulders to sink, as if being pressed against the ground with force.

   "Dismount?"

  Irin laughed, raised her head, met seven different eyes, and the telekinetic armor was silent and spread all over her body. In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and Yi Rin took a relaxed pace and walked to the vacant seat that had been reserved under the high platform.

   After walking the red carpet, Yi Rin felt a little annoyed in her heart - she should have walked humming a song just now, which was even more impressive.

"it's him?"

   Among the seven monarchs, there was a blond woman with long hair. She looks to be in her thirties, and her mature charm is not much, such as blooming flowers, bright and dripping. But the expression on her face made it difficult to associate with men and women. It was cold, like a corpse without emotion.

   On the shoulders of the woman, sat quietly a black cat. The black cat's green vertical pupils stared straight at Yi Rin.

  The woman asked.

   It was Bathmellow Dylan.

  Bathmelo Dylan in a wheelchair, without denying it, nodded: "Monarch El-Mello IV, that's him."

"Ah."

  The monarch El-Melloi IV and the black cat sitting on her shoulder looked away at the same time.

   And standing on the far left, a short-haired old man with white hair and a thick blue magician's costume, with a strange smile on his face, half a smile, and said: "Weak magician blood."

   His words hit the nail on the head.

   Obviously, there is a special induction between magicians and magicians.

   This should be the "magic concentration" mentioned in the book.

  Magic is the second life of a magician.

   A magician is as sensitive to magic as breathing air. They can clearly feel the concentration of magic power around the target, just like they can personally feel the thinness and richness of the air.

   "So, I should be getting started too?"

   "The pressure they put on me just now is probably something similar."

   "Normally speaking, in the circle of apostles, almost no one can make me feel pressured only from their aura."

  Irin thought to himself.

  Bathmelo Dylan knew that other monarchs had similar thoughts.

The blond boy in the wheelchair smiled slightly, looked at the gloomy old man, and said softly: "Dear monarch Archibald, if I tell you, this distinguished guest from the East, in five days Did you know almost nothing about magic before?"

"what!"

  The expressions of the other six monarchs changed after hearing the words.

  After Bathermelo Dylan finished saying that, the eyes of everyone looking at Irene changed in different ways.

  Irin frowned slightly.

   Next is the simple conferring ceremony.

  Cerberasto with a sterling silver tray.

   A set of noble and elegant magician clothes are neatly stacked inside.

  Irin shook it away and suddenly understood why such an exaggerated battle was put up here today.

   Seven monarchs, thousands of apprentice magicians!

   It turns out that the ceremony of awarding "color scales" was held in the largest classroom!

  Irin, it is the new magician who has been granted the "Color Scale"!

"congratulations."

  Bathmelo Dylan said.

  Irin looked at the "gradation" magician's uniform in Cerberas' hands, but did not take it immediately. He sighed lightly: "In my capacity, it is impossible to join your clock tower."

   "Guest from the East, you are overthinking it." Bathemello Dylan shook his head: "The only thing that can restrain you is knowledge."

"What's the meaning?"

   "Remember that sentence you saw on the street sign?" A rare trace of ruddy appeared on the boy's pale face.

   "Is it a permanent inheritance of mystery as knowledge...? Interesting."

  Irin shook the magician's uniform, the sleeves were dark black.

   Starting today, he was officially awarded the "Black Rank" by Bathemello Dylan and became a "Black Magician".

   This matter, in a very short period of time, spread all over the clock tower.

   Every apprentice learned about this.

   There was a guest from the East who, within five days, was favored by the monarch Barthel Melo, who personally granted the "color rank" rank.

   That is second only to the existence of the crown!

   Throughout the history of the clock tower, only great magicians, or people with extraordinary talents, can be granted this advanced rank.

If the apprentice who secretly despised Yi Rin in the library not long ago was just a kindergartener, then Yi Rin skipped kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university courses in a single day, and was admitted to a master’s degree without exception. .

   until night.

   After the show.

  Irin was in his room, still thinking about the deep meaning of Bathemello Dylan's move.

  Irin believes that there is no unprovoked generosity and no unprovoked gifts.

   Among them, there must be a reason that Irin can't understand right now.

what is it then?

   But it is undeniable that since gaining the rank position, Irin's actions in the clock tower have become unrestrained.

   He can swagger into every classroom as the "Dark Magician".

   Even when Yi Rin was walking on the road, there were charming schoolgirls who came forward to ask for advice. Some daring school girls even made excessive demands to go back to their rooms and conduct in-depth academic discussions.

  Irin worked hard to reject many well-intentioned invitations.

   After half a month.

  Irin was walking on the road and came across Gu Tianqing.

  I haven't seen her for a while, and Gu Tianqing doesn't seem to have changed much.

   "My esteemed president, you are doing well now."

   Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Rin's full-fledged magician's uniform and smiled.

   "Generally average."

  Irin responded with a smile.

   The two stopped and had a simple exchange.

  Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this period. He left the clock tower for a period of time and went to a gathering place of gypsies, which is said to be related to his deck of tarot cards.

certainly,

   Actually, the two of them are not familiar enough to have a heart-to-heart conversation.

After a brief exchange of   , Irin prepares to go to the library.

Today, I was listening to the class of "Curse Division". In the "Practical Application of Cursing Magic" explained by a senior lecturer of "Sacrificial Rank", Yi Rin was confused about some of the magic principles, and was going to the library to find related books. Remedy overnight.

   He is very busy.

   Before leaving.

  Gu Tianqing drifted away, and a faint laughter came: "Time is running out."

   Yi Rin was slightly startled when she heard the words.

   When he turned his head again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"God stick."

  Irin silently raised a **** in the direction where Gu Tianqing left.

   Find a chance and beat him up.

   I couldn't help it.

  Irin had such an idea in her heart and came to the library again.

   Out of the body, Irin has been able to use it freely.

   Hundreds of books were habitually placed on the stairs, spread out layer by layer, Yi Rin slapped her chest again, becoming mentally.

   In the library, there are fewer and fewer books that Irin can focus on reading.

  The theories in many books have similarities, and even some books have contradictory theories.

   During this period of study, Irin gradually formed his own understanding of "magic".

   In the eyes of many people, this exceptionally admitted "Magician of Darkness" is a complete geek.

  Irin has always been silent in the classroom, never speaking, and no one has seen it with his own eyes. This new black magician has completed even a simple little magic with his own hands.

  Some people have inadvertently witnessed that after class, Yi Rin held on to the lecturer, asked tricky questions one after another, chatted with the lecturer, made the lecturer sweat profusely and ran away.

   If it was someone else who dared to ask such a foolish question, the lecturer would just throw a cold eye and ignore it.

   But, this is the gradation magician who was personally awarded by the monarch, Bathemello, and every lecturer dared not neglect it.

   Later,

   Many lecturers saw the strange Yi Rin appeared in the class, and there were still a few minutes before the get out of class ended, so they found various reasons to leave early, and never let Yi Rin catch the slightest chance.

   This also made Irin extremely depressed.

   Those lecturers seem to be getting slippery lately.

   You can't just sneak into someone else's room in the dead of night, right?

   It doesn't seem very good to do so.

   Time flies.

  Irin passed another half a month.

   In the past two weeks, Yilin is almost in retreat.

this day.

   After sunset.

  Irin sat high on the spiral staircase.

   He stuffed one of the astronomy-related books back on the shelf.

   It has been more than a month since I came to the Clock Tower.

   During this time, Yi Rin was like a dry sponge, absorbing all kinds of knowledge crazily.

  With the support of extraordinary spiritual attributes, coupled with the method of "soul out of body", Yilin completed the content that others could learn in years in almost a month.

But,

   Compared with the knowledge of the monarch, it is still far behind.

   But Irin felt that it was not important.

  Because he didn't come here to be a great magician.

  Magic is an ancient and unfamiliar technique.

   But this technique is too limited.

  Magicians need to be in the "base" that they are familiar with in order to exert their greatest power.

   In a different environment, the ability will be greatly weakened.

   However, magic has a long history, and a set of complete and rich theories has long been formed. What Yi Rin is doing now is to learn the essence of this theory, and then integrate it to perfect his own "law of freedom".

  Freedom, unrestrained, free, no matter when, where, where, without any medium, it can exert terrible power.

  Irin faintly felt as though she had touched a certain threshold.

   But for a while, he couldn't tell.

  Magic is not so much playing with knowledge, but rather distorting the rules in a way that is "different from common sense".

"rule…"

  Irin lowered her head, put on the ring, and focused on the space in front of her.

   He rubbed his hands out of thin air in front of him, as if he was holding an invisible ball.

   Don't get me wrong, Yi Rin is not rubbing "annihilation balls" at the moment, but some... more ethereal things.

  Crystal grain technique, magic, magic, and related theories flashed through Irin's mind.

  The deep part of the brain started to send up pain.

   The wailing of brain cells came from his ears.

  The operation of the brain is beyond imagination.

  Irin's body was hot, and the psionic energy was passing by at a terrifying speed.

  I don't know how long it took.

  Irin forgot where she was.

   He forgot that he was in the library.

   Forget the passage of time.

   All his attention was concentrated between his palms, as if to create a wonderful future.

"boom!"

Sudden,

  Irin felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

   As if… it exploded.

   Next second,

   A terrifying brute force smashed Irin's face directly onto the bookshelf.

  Irin instantly had the illusion that she was hit by a truck on the back of her head.

next to.

   Miriam, who had a serious expression, slowly lowered her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Irin's ears buzzed, and she got up from the scattered books in embarrassment.

   The sharp pain from the back of the head made Yi Rin feel like he was being fired, and the pain continued.

   The heat flowed from his nostrils, and Yi Rin touched it, sigh...he actually had a nosebleed.

  Irin covered the back of her head with one hand and her nose with the other, turned her head expressionlessly, stared at Milian who was wearing a long skirt with an innocent expression, and almost squeezed three words out of her teeth: "Are you sick?"

   Thanks to Yi Rin just now, for a moment, he mistakenly thought that there was a problem with rubbing things, and his brain was watted, and this kind of pain and discomfort occurred.

   It wasn't.

   It was Milian who suddenly ran out and slapped him on the bookshelf.

  Million's face did not show any guilt for doing something wrong.

   Instead, he held his head high and said confidently, "You are sick."

   "I have endured you for a long time." Irin knew that this conversation could not go on.

   So he silently took out [Redemption and Destruction] from the storage space, and began to calculate what ability he should use to minimize the loss of the clock tower.

   "You were smoking here just now." Milian pointed hard at the location of the Tianling Gai, and used herself to signal the strange appearance of Yi Rin just now: "I thought you were ill, so I came to save you."

   Yi Rin was startled when he heard the words.

   Three minutes later.

   Under Milian's clumsy explanation, Irin finally understood what just happened.

   To put it in simple words: he just had smoke coming out of his head.

  Million wants to help.

   But she doesn't understand.

   So she used the most direct and rude way.

   That's why Yi Rin was slapped on the bookshelf and sent a blood.

  Irin rubbed the bridge of her nose and the back of her head, which were sore.

  Although his physique is special and the bleeding has already stopped, Milian's muscles are not strong, and Yilin feels the pain in the back of his head, which has not eased until now.

  Can people still smoke from their heads?

  Irin recalled the feeling of concentration just now, it seemed a little dangerous, and in front of Milian, Irin did not intend to continue to try the dangerous "experiment". So he asked, "What are you doing here when you have nothing to do?"

   Talk about business.

  Million excitedly shook the golden hair on her forehead: "The monarch Barthemelo said, Avalon... No, there is news that Avalon's treasure can be taken out!"

   Yi Rin was taken aback for a moment.

   then nodded helplessly.

   "Vacation, it's over."

   (end of this chapter)