Vincent went through the days of practice and study, with the help of the Ofa Secret volume.

Finally he regained some of his magical powers. The magic system in the Arcane volume is

not learned by memorizing spell after spell, but rather requires the caster to understand magic

at a specific depth. The higher the level of magic, the more complex the spell, and this is

especially evident when a wizard uses the methods on the Arcane Scroll to cast spells. As a

result, Vincent now expends several times as much energy and mental energy for each level

of magic he crosses.

You can't learn spells faster just by sitting in your room and poring over scrolls. A mage must

use his spells regularly and practice his abilities in order to truly understand the characteristics

of each spell and realize the true meaning of the arcane power. The kind of sorcerer who

spends his life in an academy will eventually become a mere expert on paper.

This is why the Guild has a hard and fast rule that every apprentice must travel the continent

for at least three months a year to practice his magical powers.

It was during his travels that Vincent met Lambert, Newton, Carol and Phelps. They spent a

very happy year together, traveling on the land of Blasares and facing dangers side by side.

Vincent thought that the situation was just as it had been when he first left the Association

for his travels. His mind was full of all kinds of advanced knowledge, but he had no practical

exercise.

Vincent stopped writing and put away the Ofa Secret scroll. He has been sorting out the

knowledge in the Austrian Secret scroll these days. What he had now, after all, had been

found in the Gnome's storehouse, and the ownership of it should have belonged to the kind

and enthusiastic Gnome. Even though Charlotte had "given" the scrolls to Vincent, the Wizard

had decided to at least leave the gnomes the principles of magic in the scrolls. The gnomes

as a whole are very weak in magic, and none of them have been able to truly learn fairy and

human magic for thousands of years, with the exception of a legendary Grand Arcane master.

Vincent hoped that this magical notebook, which he had translated into as common a

language as possible, would help them to improve their skills in Arcane art.

These months, however, the gnomes have been busy.

Winter has settled on the land of Blasares, and snow has begun to fall from the roof of the

Musikverein, settling gently in this underground cave. Due to the unseasonably cold ridge

mountains outside the cave, and the fact that creatures capable of feeding in winter storms

are powerful beings, the gnomes do not leave their underground caves throughout the winter.

Mark also finds Vincent on the seventh day after the snow.

"Miss Vincent, today is our most important holiday, Snow Show Day. Many interesting

inventions will be displayed in the Golden Hall. I heard that our transporter is going to be

tested again this time. The last test was on the day you arrived. This is going to be a great

success. ' Mark has begun to learn some arcane knowledge under Vincent, insisting on calling

Vincent his teacher.

"Snow Show Day? All right. I just happen to have read the first volume of the scroll, so I don't

have to cooped up in the house every day, but I should go out and read it. Let us go to the

Musikverein together."

"Sir, it was thanks to your mythril ores that we were able to carry out our teleportation

experiments so soon. We found that by replacing some of the components on the original

machine with mithril ore, the machine works much more efficiently."

"Why did you build this transporter?"

'You know we're underground here, and in a place called the Ridge Mountains. A rather

remote place, in human terms. When we have this machine in the future, we can transport

fish from the sea, trees from the forest and sweet water from the lake. Just think how

wonderful that will be."

When they reached the Musikverein, many dwarfs gathered around and looked at the huge

machine in the middle of the hall. Eight curved pillars pointing towards the center were set

with stones of eight colors; And in the center of the eight pillars is a silver platform suspended

half a meter above the ground, which appears to be made of mithril.

Vincent had thought that giving away three tons of mithril at once was luxury enough, but

the dwarfs were not very economical with it.

Standing in the middle of a group of dwarfs, Vincent, a tall man, could see the whole hall

without hindrance. Hamilton walked over to the transporter, gave a short, witty holiday

message, and turned it on. According to Mark, this time they were going to try to beam an

object from somewhere in the east.

The machine started. Vincent looked at the eight rotating pillars. They looked like eight fingers

pointing to the sky, and the whole machine was a big hand asking for goods from the sky.

The eight pillars are turning faster and faster, and there is a constant flash of light in the

platform. Most of the gnomes could not bear the stimulation brought by the high-frequency

flash and covered their eyes. The only one who was not affected by the scene was Vincent,

who had an insight.

Vincent looked at the eight pillars and slowly understood the meaning of the stones on them.

They actually represented the eight schools of magic. The use of stones with different

properties attracts energies representing different properties, thus creating an area that can

mimic any spatial nature of the situation. When this space matches the space to be

transmitted, then the two can travel directly to each other.

It's the same way teleportation works in magic, except the gnomes gather their energy in a

different way.

The pillar began to spin more slowly, and some images showed up. That should be the image

of the site being teleported. Vincent looked at the clearer and clearer picture in the center of

the instrument and recognized that it was the top of a mountain, surrounded by steep,

unfathomable cliffs. On the top of the mountain were scattered bits of red or burnt black rock.

There was nothing else around, not even a blade of grass.

A moment later, a shadowy figure appeared in the picture, faint but running quickly in the

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direction of Vincent. The picture became clearer and clearer, and now we could see that it

was a tall man, very strong and muscle-bound, but his armor was all torn and there were

many bleeding wounds on his body. As he ran, he frequently looked over his shoulder. It was

as if something behind him was driving him, chasing him.

Vincent felt that something was wrong. He was about to speak when he heard a low growl

coming from the teleporter. A wave of air, centered on the eight pillars, spread from side to

side, filling the dwarf city with a deafening noise. The golden Hall trembled violently with it,

and the impact of the sound waves knocked the dwarfs near the apparatus to the ground.

As the pattern became clearer and clearer, a black winged figure flew in from the distant sky.

It circled once and then flung itself at the man who was running on the ground.

With a thunk, the man appeared in the Golden Hall, and, evidently unaware of what was

happening in his sudden change of environment, he slammed against a pillar and fell without

saying a word to the ground.

Vincent suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem: this man was successfully

teleported over, then the monster chasing him behind him should also be likely to follow his

clues, along with the appearance of the dwarf city.

Vincent raises his hand, aims at a jewel on one of the pillars, and recites a spell. With a flash

of light at his fingertips, a lightning bolt the size of his forearm shot out.

The gemstone on the pillar was instantly shattered by the lightning, and turned into a piece

of gemstone dust which was blown into the air by the wind. The seven other pillars of the

whole machine were also affected, and they vibrated so violently that the grinding sound of

iron bars made one's teeth ache. The images in the transmitter began to become very

unstable, and the scenery began to become distorted and blurred. But the huge figure moved

to the front of the picture.

Oh my! "Linzi couldn't help but sigh. It was a dragon more than a hundred feet long and

nearly a hundred feet tall. Its dark scales glinted with a metallic sheen, reflecting sunlight to

create a halo-like effect. Among the scales, you can also see a variety of large gemstones,

which are stuck in the cracks of the scales. With the movement of the dragon, the gemstones

are reflected in the light according to their own colors, which is like adding a layer of rainbow

to cover the dragon.

The black dragon, however, is a fierce and evil look. He squinted around his surroundings.

The places he glanced were shaking. Even the stones could not resist the pressure brought

by the eyes. Four rows of blade-like teeth, each half the size of a man, protruded from its

enormous mouth. A mangled, blood-stained chain mail still hung from the corners of its

mouth, and a severed arm poked feebly through the dragon's teeth, swinging back and forth

as the dragon's head moved, its flesh worn like a Rag Doll torn by scissors.

The dragon smacked his lips and pushed the mail towards his mouth with his barbed tongue.

A plume of smoke rose from the piece of armor, and in less than three breaths the armor and

the severed hand were a pool of red and black jelly down the dragon's throat.

"Very corrosive," said the dragon. Vincent estimates that this dragon is five hundred years old,

and if he gets angry, he can easily level a city.

The dragon took another step forward, one of his four sharp claws already within range of

the golden hall, the black dragon armor easily inserted into the mithril platform, and then into

the hard stone ground. Acrid smoke rose from the place where his claws had destroyed it,

sizzling and slowly beginning to dissolve.

The dragon evidently noticed something unusual here, too, for it seemed to him that his claw

had disappeared from his face, but he could distinctly feel the piercing of metal from his foot.

He froze for a moment, opened his eyes wide, and stood upright. The two black wings spread

out completely, filling in the background of the entire image. The whole black dragon was

now completely in the shadow cast by its wings. In this mass of darkness, there were only two

yellow points of light, which were the eyes of the black dragon.

An impact hit the heart of everyone present. They felt that look of contempt in the dragon's

eyes, the way a predator looks at its prey. They all felt like poor lambs lying on their backs,

incapable of any further struggle, but a lion came forward, leisurely and relaxed, and brushed

his claws gently against the arteries of the lamb's neck, leaving a fiery tingling sensation with

his sharp fingertips across the delicate skin. The lion opened his mouth to reveal his gleaming

teeth, looked at the lamb before him, and bit down.

The gnomes could not bear the smell of slaughter, and the fear of death crushed their will.

Many of the dwarfs fell flat on their heads, foaming at the mouth and unconscious; Most of

the rest were crouched on the ground, arms folded around them, tears streaming down two

rows from their eyes, trembling but unable to speak.

The dragon held his head high and took a deep breath. Vincent even saw a cloud being

sucked up into his nostrils. The black dragon squints its eyes, looks around once more, throws

its neck down and opens its big mouth. A column of black and purple air comes straight at

Vincent.

Although Vincent can still stand, but he also bear the strong pressure of the black dragon,

now, rolling his eyes is the only movement he can do.

The other seven pillars of the teleporter can no longer withstand their own tremors and

explode.

The image of the dragon turned upside down, twisted, and suddenly disappeared. The

column of air shot out of the delivery platform, only to be reversed in one direction, toward

the roof of the Musikverein.

A large hole with a radius of six metres was dug directly out of the solid rock by the column.

The bluish purple liquid dripping from the hole fell to the floor and burned one small hole

after another.

The pressure of Longwei disappeared, and Vincent sat down on the ground. Big sweat

dripped from his hairline, and quickly soaked his whole clothes. Except for his fine gold arms,

the master's whole body trembled uncontrollably. "It was too dangerous..."