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This skill plundered from the mutant goblins seems to belong to Weston by nature.

Naturally, she didn't know about Weston's magic of analysis and reconstruction, and she had seen it countless times from the various worlds of Two-dimensional and the Goblin Emperor.

Moreover, the particularity of this magic itself will not be mentioned. In this world, Weston is not considered a magician at least, and he still understands some magic words.

"I will not join your family."

"But your ability requires the help of the family."

Weston still shook his head.

Freya frowned immediately, there was no disdain or disgust in the other party's firm eyes, just simply 'I won't join'

She used to be just a pawn that she dismissed, but when she finally released the light again and again, the other party didn't need her anymore?

How can she describe such a huge sense of gap...

She really wants to take possession of the other party directly now, but think about it.

The days are still long...

"I'll give you this book first!" Freya quickly gathered her heart of gain and loss, and lost a heavy book "Magic Encyclopedia". As for how humans learn elf magic, that's not her concern.

It was a bit unexpected to be rejected in a row, but Weston's status update was still in her hands.

Without his family, he couldn't be as lucky as the last time.

"You will understand my painstaking care for you sooner or later. Ha~"

"Ha ha."

yeah, sooner or later...

Although there is malice in his heart, it is not enough to swell up to take revenge on Freya immediately.

With a blank face, he took the book, and Weston turned to leave.

Chapter 33 Fireball

After returning from the skyscraper, meet Aegina.

The two of them couldn't go on, so they had to return to the guild together.

Weston returned to his familiar room. Without the restraint of the goddess, Weston seemed very excited, and he probably couldn't sleep that night.

Open "Magic Encyclopedia"

"Magic Classification", "Forms of Chanting Spells", "Matrix Arrangement", "The Power of Words" and other subjects.

Because he had only just learned magic words, Weston had a feeling of eating raw meat.

But that doesn't stop his desire for magic, and he also has a 'magic learning machine' that parses/refactors

The first magic, Weston, as one of the successors of the fireball religion, is naturally unable to resist the attraction of fireball.

Magic: Fireball

Category: short line chant

Singing Keywords: Fire, Spirit of Fire

Magic words: 24

Magic Matrix: One

Mana consumption: 20

The so-called chanting category refers to the way of interfering with reality when using magic. Among them, short-line chanting represents magic with lower power, and there are also long-line chanting, such as wide-area magic, which requires a long line to read for a few minutes.Among them, there is a parallel chant that moves and casts spells while fighting.

In Weston's view, chanting is a medium for mental interference, which achieves a kind of self-hypnosis, forms a condition for extremely high concentration, and finally confirms it as reality through magic words.Of course this is just his inference.

And chanting keywords, obviously when you want to set fire, if thinking about water and ice is not feasible, self-hypnosis trying to use reverse thinking is useless.

In fact, Weston felt that the magic words were somewhat similar to the periodic table of elements in his previous world. After the composition of different magic words, different reactions were achieved.

Magic Matrix, fix the effect of the reaction generated by the magic text.

In general, the magic formula:

Arrange magic words (chemical effect) + then fix the matrix (raw materials for assembly) + interfere with reality through chant spirit (processing) + magic power amplification effect (packaging) = magic (finished product after processing)

The above is Weston's understanding of magic.

Moreover, he couldn't help but start experimenting.

Pick up a piece of chalk, draw a matrix of fireballs on the ground, and fill in the magic text.

At the beginning of each stroke, Weston could feel that his spiritual power was shrinking, the temperature of his body was increasing, and a faint red glow appeared on the matrix.

Trying to calm his mind, a chanting incantation murmured from his mouth:

"Roaring red, passionate mountain fire, your name is the Spirit of Fire! Blast it—!"

The very middle and second words came out of Weston's mouth, and the next moment, the matrix on the floor was brilliant.

Bang!

A fireball the size of a basketball appeared in the magic matrix. It only lasted for a second and then shattered like a smashed walnut. The room was filled with crimson sparks, flying in the air. After a few seconds, it disappeared completely.