Chapter 127: Stealing Secrets

The intensity of spellcasting is still a relatively new concept for Jess and it sounds rather complicated.

He has never heard of the intensity of casting magic at the Slaughtered Lamb or from Gargan. Of course, he has never even heard of the concept of casting techniques from those warlocks.

All magic is just reciting spells and waving around in postures taught by others. If it succeeds, it succeeds. If it fails, that's it. It's completely left to chance.

Obviously, this skill of "intensity" for casting weak spells cannot be mastered overnight. This must already involve deep communication with arcane power or the ley lines, rather than being achievable just by reciting spells accurately like Jess.

After saying that, Marin didn't continue and instead lowered his head to read his book, letting Jess think about it on his own.

In fact, Jess still doesn't have a real sense of communicating with ley line energy until now.

He feels like a speaker who has memorized a speech very well and with great emotion. The arcane energies are the audience below. Jess speaks passionately and movingly on stage, and the audience below are moved to tears. But Jess has no idea what he is talking about or what the audience is moved by.

When the audience wants to ask Jess a question, just like when Jess wants to perform deeper arcane manipulation, such as the so-called casting intensity, Jess is completely confused.

The so-called arcane talent lies here. Geniuses feel like seeing brothers and sisters when they meet the audience below. They have countless common languages and can accurately and deeply feel their emotions and thoughts. Because they have grown up and lived with these audiences since childhood.

As for Jess, he not only doesn't know these audiences, doesn't understand their culture and temperament, and even doesn't understand their language. He is not even considered an outsider. He is simply a foreigner.

But shadow magic is completely different.

Jess responds to shadow power with excessive passion. So much so that every time he uses shadow power, he has to find a way to suppress the impulse to manipulate shadow or be manipulated by shadow.

He clearly understands the throbbing of shadow power and the emotions that shadow power wants to express to him. He wants to respond but dares not.

Even every time he mobilizes shadow and is affected by shadow in turn, he has to reflect on what inappropriate changes have occurred in himself. This process of reflection even makes him more tired than learning orcish language for arcane magic or alchemy and other knowledge.

If arcane magic is like a group of audiences, then shadow is like a woman who is madly in pursuit of him. She is so beautiful and clingy. Her smile is so intoxicating. But wherever she goes, she holds a knife in her hand and stares at his heart.

But she never says what she is holding the knife for or why she is staring at his heart. Everything is left unsaid. At the same time, you increasingly ignore the knife in her hand and start to be attracted by her unique temperament. Little by little, the tip of the knife presses against your skin and blood oozes out.

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

Dark magic accepts everyone who is willing to accept dark magic... This sentence seems to be understood by every caster, whether it's the mages in the Wizard's Sanctum or those warlocks in the Dagger Society. But it seems that only Jess is so accepted.

Thinking about it, Jess glanced at his pocket watch. It was already ten o'clock. The Arcane Intellect he cast is probably about to dissipate.

The morning is almost over. And in the afternoon, Marin will go to the Wizard's Sanctum to teach. What did he come here for? Is it to reflect on himself after listening to Marin's lecture?

He came to remember the spell!

Jess glanced at the warlock bag on the ground. After he finally made up his mind to bring this imp in, how can he waste this opportunity in vain?

Marin has already opened his book and continued reading. In a while, maybe he will even pick up his pen. Is it still in time to make any more requests? Is he really going to accept the reality of having no magic to practice for two months?

"Master." Jess said.

"Hmm." Marin didn't even look up.

"Can you demonstrate it for me again, master." Jess said, "Since you can cast weak magic, casting mage armor again must not be a difficult thing, right? I just want to feel again how a standard mage armor is formed. Last time, I only remembered to observe but didn't feel the fluctuation and undulation of arcane energy. I think what I should pay more attention to next is instead taking care of the emotions of the ley lines and arcane energy. After all, the casting process is the process of communicating with arcane energy. This is what you taught me before."

Although it makes Jess feel a little guilty to lure Marin to recite the spell in this way, after all, the other party is also for his own good.

But now the strong desire to learn the mage armor spell has become an obsession.

He thought that if Marin continues to refuse this time and insists that Jess start learning the protection school courses and then teach him when he comes back, then Jess will simply give up and stop thinking about it. If he agrees and is willing to demonstrate once, then it is an opportunity given by the Holy Light.

Uh... Holy Light?

"Good." Marin interrupted his gradually straying thoughts and said, "You are right. The intensity of casting is the process of deep communication with arcane power. For you, it also needs long-term learning. Since you are so strongly demanding, I am also embarrassed to break a student's desire to learn."

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes.

Jess was almost roaring in his heart. Thaenor, you damned thing, are you ready? Success or failure depends on this one action!

This time, Marin didn't even take out that grimoire. Confidently, he walked to the center of the room and pushed the table back a bit.

He looked rather excited. Perhaps it was just that he himself also wanted to find a reason to do it again?

The old mage looked at Jess and said, "Carefully feel the gathering of arcane energy. Carefully feel their response when they accept my summoning. Listen to them speaking. Listen to them singing, Mr. Setho."

After saying that, he raised his right hand and began to chant.

The flying magical winds, the arcane energies swirling in from all directions, the room that began to become ethereal, and the electric lights, flames, and natural breaths emanating from the elements hunted and captured by arcane magic could no longer attract Jess's attention.

All his attention was focused on Marin's lips. Every syllable, every tone, every fluctuation of intonation. He even detected the pronunciation rules of Draconic in this Draconic spell. Those explosive sounds like breaths, fricative sounds like a snake's tongue trembling, and voiced consonants like a low growl in the throat...

Until Marin completed casting. A burst of dazzling colors was released around him. The crystal-like armor closely adhered to his mage robe and emitted various colors of light. The whirlwind scraped against the papers on the bookshelf and table and made a rustling sound.

But at this moment, Jess could only hear one sound. That was the spell that was constantly repeated and murmured in his heart - Lokpothori, Alkanuoa, Morodatu, Unibelso Arun, Inguruku, Izkutu, Iremen'talak, Itakshi, Bediyncatu, Nazazuyinsa. After the demonstration was completed, Jess didn't stay any longer. Finding an excuse of being hungry, he left with his bag.

To avoid arousing Marin's suspicion, he forced himself to remain calm until he left the garden before running as fast as he could. He rushed all the way back to his home. While running, he was still reciting.

He tried to use his short-term memory to repeat it constantly in his mind to force himself to remember it. During this period, he couldn't even imagine how he could remember so many spell segments all at once. It must be the help of Arcane Intellect.

Rushing into the room, Jess opened the warlock bag and shouted, "Come out, Thaenor!"

The imp appeared in a flash. Jess immediately grabbed his neck and roared, "Now write it down for me! Write it down! Use common language pronunciation!"

The imp couldn't even say a word because he was being held. He was given a piece of paper on which the price of something was written on one side.

"The back!" Jess helped him turn it over and stuffed it into his arms again. He also quickly took a piece of paper and began to write it down.

"Lokpothori... Damn it..."

He was scratching his head and writing it down. Unexpectedly, it was the imp who finished writing first.

"Done, master!"

He handed the paper to Jess. Jess threw the paper aside and said, "Don't bother me for now. Wait until I finish writing!"

Jess closed his eyes and carefully recalled the scene when Marin was casting the spell. Until he finished writing the last syllable.

Looking at the spell written by the imp, he could even feel his heart pounding.

Putting the two together and comparing them one by one, from the first character to the last. Except for some differences in the spelling of some syllables, there is no difference in the overall pronunciation and the order of the sentences.

It must be ensured to be as accurate as possible. After all, this magic is too important.

Jess recited the spell. At this time, he cast Arcane Intellect on himself again. The previous one should have expired.

At this time, he didn't care about any side effects or Marin's warnings. After all, he had to distinguish between priorities.

With the help of Arcane Intellect, Jess wrote down the spell that Marin recited just now again. This time, he even marked the pronunciation as much as possible. Then he checked it again and corrected a few ambiguous places by referring to the imp's writing.

There should be no problem this time.

Jess wrote the sorted spell on another piece of paper. Then he roughly described the casting essentials recorded in the book that he noticed during the last casting, combined with Marin's casting process, using words and simple sketches. Until this piece of paper was filled densely.

Finally, he carefully put the paper into the warlock bag. After finishing everything, it was almost evening. The mage armor here is much more complicated than in the game. I hope its effect can live up to its casting process and not just reduce damage by a few percent. That would be almost negligible in the real world.

Is there any difference between having a 10-centimeter-diameter hole and an 8.75-centimeter-diameter hole explode on you?

However, considering that the effects of Fear and Life Drain are much more complicated and terrifying than in the game, there is no reason for mage armor to be worse.