The magic of mory continues to unfold.
Accompanied by the sowhat sharp sound of the raven, countless woven scenes beco clear, mories from rlin's childhood until adulthood.
A year of seasons.
Interwoven and replaced.
The light and shadows in the forest gradually transform, the cycle of seasons swiftly spinning in rlin's mory. The surroundings transform from the fresh green of spring to the lush life of sumr, then to the golden hue of autumn and the silver white of winter, constantly alternating. Amidst this seasonal change, the young rlin gradually grows into a tall and straight youth.
And that black raven always accompanies him, like a stern ntor.
"Slow down, slow down."
Ian wants to learn more information, of course, he cannot digest rlin's past at such a fast forward pace; he senses that rlin seems to intentionally hide certain information.
No doubt.
Hearing the young wizard's words, rlin knew he couldn't trick Ian anymore, so he sighed and readjusted his mory presentation, unwilling for embarrassing pasts to be exposed.
You'll see.
Accompanied by rlin's slower presentation.
In the sa forest near the monastery, when spring returned to the earth, and everything revived, the fairy-tale-like forest exuded increasingly vibrant vitality.
Tender new sprouts appear from the branches, colorful wildflowers bloom on the grassland, the breeze gently sways the flowers releasing bursts of enchanting fragrance.
Little rlin still lives here.
However.
The playti is evidently decreasing, replaced by all sorts of learning.
The young rlin sits under an ancient oak tree, holding a worn-out magic book, furrowed brows seemingly struggling to comprehend the book's content. His face is tender, yet his eyes brim with a unique scholarly aura, rapidly browsing through the books as if understanding upon reading.
On this matter.
Ian can't help but feel amazed.
At such a learning speed, only when he learned the Dark Arts could surpass rlin; in the Dark Arts, he now possesses a hearing-leads-to-learning ability.
At this mont.
Ian noticed a raven flying from afar, under the tree, rlin's hair stands even without looking up, apparently having developed a specific "spider sense" towards the raven.
Little rlin instantly feels like facing a formidable foe.
Yet, he doesn't dare to stand up and escape.
He proved during the first eting that bipedal beings not only lose in races with quadrupeds, also falling behind birds that can fly and teleport.
You'll see, the raven's posture resembles black lightning, diving straight from the sky, steadily landing on a rock before rlin.
"Here you are, little bro," the raven shook its wings, its golden eyes fixed on rlin, said with a sharp voice, "Today Lord Raven will still train you diligently."
Upon hearing, Little rlin's face almost turns as bitter as a gourd. However, the raven ignores his emotions and starts supervising Little rlin's magic practice.
"Today, start with Fire Escape, watch closely the Great Fireball Technique." The raven said, waving its wings, its wings surprisingly form seals, causing surrounding air to thicken instantly.
"..."
Seeing this mory scene, Ian also feels countless alpacas galloping in his heart, now understanding why rlin's previous magic releases involved furious seal-making hands.
Turns out...that's learned here at Qinghai Yao!
Beside him, rlin's expression remains unchanged, just eyes filled with reminiscing, evidently seeing nothing improper in this magic release thod.
This is clearly not the embarrassing history he wanted to hide.
"Fla Magic!"
When learning magic, Little rlin no longer resists as previously, his eyes earnest, full of desire for knowledge, never blinking while watching the rapidly growing fireball.
From basketball-sized to comparable to a small sun, the earth baked as if hit by disaster, Little rlin earnestly learns each detail of Raven's magic exertion.
His hands imitate the Raven's wing seal thod, slightly clumsy, yet clearly a good seedling for Qinghai Yao's shaking flower hands, eliciting joy akin to sect Saint Son's call.
Very soon.
Little rlin successfully coalesced a small fireball, regarded as extrely swift learning, compared to Hogwarts students who would feel hopeless.
However.
"Not big enough! Not big enough! Feel your magic power! Output your magic power! Big is truth! Big is the principle!" Raven reprimanded impatiently.
Seeing rlin's face flush, only managing a small truck-sized fireball, the Raven flew up in anger, pecking another large bump on little rlin's head.
This harshness.
Upon seeing it, rlin being reminiscent like seeing a ghost is no surprise.
"Rember, rlin, the essence of magic is the extension of will. You must believe you can, to truly master it." Raven's teaching was unequivocal.
Rich in valuable teachings.
Little rlin seems thoughtful.
Slightly comprehended.
Re-execution of magic.
Thus, a fireball comparable to a large airplane appears.
"Hm, this is not bad, but anyway needs more practice...hahaha, I'm truly an outstanding ntor!" Raven joyfully flaps away into the distance.
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