The flowers remain as they are, the trees too, and the confusing colors all over the world are no different.
What makes a difference is Rorge.
Rorge, after awakening, is like a fish in a pool of water. Looking out, the whole world seems to be gently shaking in the waves of light. This flower, this tree, this color, all seem to have turned into a painting, a flat one. There is something behind the painting that Rorge tries hard to look beyond, and even involuntarily wants to leap out. However, just like the fish in the crystal fish tank, it bounces back in front of this painting every time. Summer passed and autumn came, and Rorge recovered. To be more exact, he retrieved all his previous vices. When he gets up in the morning, he no longer checks whether his hand has already turned into a hand bone.
Rorge can clearly sense the existence of the Source of the God. Those silver eyes, the knife-carved lines, and the ripples undulating under the white robe, just like fragments of a dream, occasionally flash through his mind. So there is like a flame kindled in Rorge's heart.
The necromancer's instinctive aversion to angels did not diminish Rorge's lecherous nature, but was gradually overshadowed by the latter. The paranoia that many nobles possess is particularly prominent in Rorge. However, the way most nobles show paranoia is to firmly believe that they are nobler than commoners and superior in all respects, while Rorge's thought is much simpler, that is, to re-create a light angel with the Source of the God as his pet. Rorge has never longed for power as much as he does now. The light angel is so unforgettable. What should the divine realm in the sky look like. Having a pet is something that only a seventh-level mage can achieve. Relying on Rorge's mental power, the necromancer specially chose to leave the knowledge of the fused magic array and the purity of the Source of the God. When his magic power reaches the level of a third-level mage, perhaps he can barely summon his own pet.
Firth is a ninth-level mage, and the magic laboratory is a rather secluded two-story small building located deep within the academy. Originally, even if Firth's strength were two levels higher, he wouldn't have received this treatment. However, because Firth is also a rather accomplished alchemist simultaneously, this is much more significant than his magic power. Since high-rank magic items are everyone's favorites.
Of course, Rorge's appearance is not at all appealing. The reason why Firth chose Rorge as an apprentice is, on the one hand, because his flattery is truly excellent, and on the other hand, Rorge passed the test in front of Firth's many valuable gems. Rorge is by no means a gentleman who picks up things left on the road, but he just understands the principle that "for great benefits, the small benefits in front of him must be abandoned". There is also a reason deep in Firth's consciousness, that is, as a commoner, he absolutely enjoys being served by a noble. After several occasions of going whoring together, the friendship between Firth and Rorge deepened rapidly, and they also found a lot of common language. But in any case, seeing Rorge who suddenly went crazy in studying magic arrays and painstakingly cultivating magic power, Firth was still quite pleased.
"Teacher, what are these crooked symbols in the magic array for?" "Just like the spells you have learned, these symbols are drawn to gather the corresponding magic energy in space. The functions of the magic spells drawn with different magic materials are also different. And the function of a magic array is determined by the magnitude, type and sequence of these gathered energies."
"Then aren't there a large number of combination ways of the magic array?" "Of course. There are hundreds of recorded magic materials, and there are dozens of various pure attribute magic energies, including various divine powers, of course. Coupled with the magic spells that control the magnitude, direction and time of the energy, the number of combinations is endless. The existing magic arrays are all summed up by predecessors on the basis of numerous failures."
"What would be the consequence if a magic array is wrongly drawn and activated?" Right after he finished asking this, Rorge secretly scolded himself for being such a fool. Didn't the explosions that occurred from time to time in Firth's laboratory explain the problem? However, Rorge's luck was indeed very good. As an alchemist, Firth's magic power wasn't that great, but he was truly proficient in the knowledge of magic arrays.
Three quarters of the students in the Rhein Magic Academy are nobles, and lower-level nobles like Rorge often suffer some snubs. Most noble students are not as diligent as commoners, but as junior mages, the gap in magic equipment is sufficient for them to be able to contend against commoner students. And the students of commoner origin have to enhance their magic power through painstaking practice due to the gap in financial resources. Originally, Rorge neither had the financial means to buy magic equipment nor was he willing to practice painstakingly like a commoner, so his strength was mediocre. Even when he occasionally bullied commoners, they were all common folk outside the academy.
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As the days went by, the weather gradually cooled down. Almost everyone who once knew Rorge was surprised by his change. That short, fat and shameless guy now either buries himself among the piles of old papers in the library every day or shuts himself in the room to meditate. With the slow increase of magic power, finally on a day when snowflakes were falling, Rorge's magic power reached the level of a third-level mage. During these days, Rorge also had an unexpected discovery. After being completely transformed, this body possesses explosive power and agility no less than that of a wild beast. "Rather than saying you are a person, it's better to say you are a monster," the necromancer made a judgment. In the early stage of soul fusion, Rorge could still communicate with the necromancer in his consciousness. Now, the souls of the two have completely merged into one and it is no longer possible to tell who is who. But obviously, this judgment can only come from the necromancer who has a very good understanding of the physical structure of humans and monsters.
Another surprise was the mental power. One afternoon while Rorge was grappling with "The Principles of Wind Magic Arrays", those silver eyes were once again irritating his nerves. "Really want to take a gulp," Rorge thought of the wine glass on the table by the window. The yearning for those eyes made him ready to continue to delve into the ocean of magic arrays, but then he found that the wine glass was just quietly suspended right in front of him. To Rorge's astonishment, the wine glass hit him hard on the head, and the poor-quality wine spilled all over him. After that, Rorge discovered that his mental power could control moving objects. After several months of ignorant and fearless practice, Rorge was finally able to toss the cat that came into the house to steal food out of the house. Compared to magic, this ability was both troublesome and rather useless, but the understanding of the origin of the world left by the necromancer made Rorge faintly feel that this ability was extremely useful. It wasn't until many years later that Rorge realized that he had wrongly blamed the necromancer, and at that time his foresight originally came from a sinister villain's inherent sense of conspiracy.
Anyway, this great day has finally arrived. Rorge looked almost ecstatically at the colorful magic array that he had drawn in the room. This pet-summoning magic array had been modified quite a bit because it had to cooperate with the source of the gods. Generally speaking, the pets of mages are nothing more than small demons, crows, black cats and other small creatures, and their uses are mostly for reconnaissance. The summoned pet has the most direct and essential connection with the soul of the mage, and the death of the pet will generally deal a heavy blow to the mage. In this respect, Firth once asserted that the pet summoned by Rorge was either a wild boar or a gopher. Mage pets have little significance in battle, even for large creatures such as black tigers. Instead of using pets to fight, it is better to use summoned beasts which are powerful and safe.
Rorge completed his incantation, and then magic started to be gradually infused into the magic array from the outside in. One by one, the symbols of the magic array began to illuminate, and various lights interwove. When the entire magic array lit up, the roar of the devil and the anthem of heaven intermingled and rang out within the magic array. Rorge was sweating copiously, with bulging veins, struggling to support the endless demand of the magic array for his magic. Slowly, a black mist emerged in the center of the magic array, constantly dripping a liquid similar to mercury. This silver liquid increased more and more. When there was as much as a human head, the mist dissipated, leaving only this mercury-like substance constantly transforming and tumbling in the air. Rorge chanted another incantation and placed his hand above the mass. Slowly, a golden drop of water seeped out from Rorge's fingertip and dropped into the mass. The mass suddenly writhed frantically, and masses of black mist were ejected from it, filling the entire magic array.
Rorge sat powerlessly on one side, looking at the magic array hopefully, and those silver eyes flashed before him from time to time. Rorge knew that this creature would be something that had never existed in the world. No matter what it was, he hoped that this pet would have a pair of silver eyes.
The mist dissipated, and Rorge silently stared at his new pet, a tattered skeleton.