Chapter 39: 39： 39: Playful

The Marquis of Medea twisted, and a marble throne with delicate petals appeared behind her. He sat down at will and began to observe the changes in Aslan.

In the heat outside, Aslan confined the Sea of ​​Consciousness, not allowing magic elements to flow into it at all, but instead used the surge of magic elements to exercise his mental power.

The promotion of a magician is based entirely on spiritual power, followed by magic power.

Mental power is like a gun, and magic power is a bullet.

As long as the gun is advanced enough and the bullets are less, you can still kill.

The limit of the spiritual power of a junior magician is 20 points, and a breakthrough of 20 points is an intermediate magician. As for the magic value of each magician, it depends entirely on the talent.

Aslan is the kind of poor talent, only about two-thirds of ordinary magicians.

Magic elements impact mental power. This method of exercising mental power was discovered by a wizard named Rhode about forty years later. Then the power of magicians across the continent began to develop in a blowout manner, and magic began to become The mainstream of the mainland.

Now that this kind of cultivation method hasn't come out yet, Aslan naturally has to make good use of it and strive to improve his strength.

While Aslan worked tirelessly to practice, the crowd onlookers were completely dumbfounded.

Olga held the magic pocket watch and said with a look of shock: "Five minutes have passed."

Natal stared at Aslan, the Marquis of Medea was more interested, slowly closing her eyes, she wanted to see what Aslan was doing.

I saw Aslan’s weak soul, constantly using his weak mental power to constantly stir up the restless magic elements around him. Once the magic elements act, he immediately hides in the depths of the soul, causing the soul to suffer the impact of the magic elements. It's just that Aslan had been prepared long ago and arranged mental power around the soul to block the impact of magical elements.

It seems to have a good time.

The Marquis of Medea quit the meditation state with a weird face, and Natal screamed in doubt.

"teacher!"

"Hmph, you little junior brother is a bit playful!" The Marquis of Medea smiled and said, and with a light wave, an invisible ripple spread out, dispelling the surrounding magic elements cleanly.

Aslan was also awakened suddenly, he was actually immersed in the cultivation, forgetting that he was in the Medea Magic Tower now.

Opening his eyes again, Aslan saw Medea and seven strangers he had never seen before.

When Aslan rose in the previous life, the Marquis of Medea was already on the verge of collapse, and the whole person had mental problems, so he naturally avoided it, so he didn't know much about the other direct disciples of the Marquis of Medea.

Because at that time, there was only one disciple next to the Marquis Medea who could not bear to use Genalito, and the other disciples had fallen in the war one after another.

"Student Aslan has seen the teacher and fellow seniors and sisters." Aslan hurriedly saluted.

Olga thanked him and nodded as a greeting.

Natal stared at Aslan with a sharp gaze, seeing Aslan straight hair.

The other five people also looked at Aslan curiously, and did not introduce themselves.

"Generido called you over, do you know the reason?" Marquis Medea asked casually.

Aslan nodded quickly.

"Students have already guessed some."

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The Marquis Medea nodded in satisfaction and pointed to the red-haired girl next to him.

"She is your fifth elder sister, Mariu, who is responsible for the maintenance of the entire magic tower. You can ask her if you don't understand anything. I still have something to do. You all quit!"

Seeing such a weird atmosphere, Aslan nodded and followed a few seniors downstairs.

On the fifth floor of the Magic Tower is the dormitory area for all the disciples. Everyone has a room with a huge living room in the middle.

The living room was very clean, not clean in the sense, but clean. Except for the ceiling and floor, Aslan did not see any furniture or daily necessities.

Aslan counted, there were a total of nine rooms, which exactly matched the nine personal disciples of the Marquis of Medea.

"Aslan, you are the latest to start, and you are also the youngest. I will call you Xiaojiu from now on." After speaking, Maru pointed to the corner room, which will be Aslan's room from now on.

Can Aslan refuse? Of course not. What's more, for him, his name is just a code name, and it doesn't matter what he is called.

The only thing he worries about now is that he needs to live here for a long time.

"The fifth elder sister, I still have territory to manage, can I not live here?" Aslan asked timidly.

When other people heard Aslan's words, they couldn't help but stared at Aslan with weird glances.

There are magicians who don't want to live in the magic tower, which is simply a freak.

"Xiao Jiu, you may not know how important the magic tower is to us magicians." Ma Liu said subconsciously.

Aslan said surprisingly: "My family also has two magic towers, so I know very well, but I must be responsible for my leaders."

"Two magic towers!" Olga was instantly silly.

Natal frowned subconsciously.

Genalito looked at Aslan even more like a monster.

As for the other brothers, they looked at Aslan directly as if they were idiots.

"Yes, as you like, Genalito also lives outside. Who says he is too talented? Living in the Magic Tower is also a waste." Qatar said with a mocking expression on his face.

Genalito immediately flushed, his eyes flushed, but he clenched his fists and said nothing.

Aslan had a hunch that if it wasn't for his inferior strength, Genalido would definitely do it, and he would kill people directly. At this time, Aslan realized that there was no relationship between the disciples of the Marquis of Medea. The intimacy of the family in the novel is quite distinct, especially in the absence of the Marquis of Medea, which can only be described with a rattling sword.

"I heard that Xiao Jiu is from the Sara family in Kyoto, so we should get close, I am from the Bagir family." The third senior sister Vattini said with a smile, obviously trying to draw Aslan to their side.

It was the red-haired female wizard who stood aside at first.

Compared with Natal who came from a few poor people, the four people headed by Vatini are veteran nobles or descendants of the magic family, and they all have a natural sense of superiority in treating civilians.

This is a struggle of contradictory classes, and it cannot be changed at all.

Logically speaking, Aslan should be on Vatine's side, but after hearing about the Bagir family, his face instantly became gloomy, and his eyes looked at Vatine with a hint of killing intent.

The reason why he was expelled from the family was that the old lady who came from the Bagir family did a lot of effort and sent people to assassinate him many times on the road. This kind of assassination did not stop until he came to the Merlot area.

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