Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens

"There is actually a certain paradox in magic."

"There are two factors that turn imagination into reality. One is imagination, and the other is knowledge."

"The more knowledge you have, the clearer your understanding of the principles of magic, and the better you can perform magic. However, as the amount of knowledge accumulates, you will become more and more 'conventional', and your imagination will be restricted. "

In the teaching and research room, Fulian held her chin and moved the purple lightning and white beam back and forth in her other hand while explaining today's course.

Luke thought thoughtfully, "Because of understanding, knowing that 'it can't be done', so it really can't be done. It is also because of understanding that it can be used to the extreme. This is why attack magic is distinguished from folk magic. It’s two extremes, right?”

Attack magic makes good use of the power of magic, but lacks the imagination to change reality, while folk magic has a variety of magical effects, but has very little power.

"You really have a gift for magic."

Students who can always draw inferences will be very comfortable to teach. Fulilian praised them and dispersed the magic brilliance in her hands.

"Maybe that person is more suitable to be your teacher."

"who?"

"My master—Celiai."

The elf Celia, who has survived from ancient times to this day, can be said to be the incarnation of the concept of magic. With the terrifying magical power and skills she has accumulated over the endless years, coupled with the vast sea of ​​magical knowledge base, even the Demon King can There is a high probability that he will not be his opponent.

If she wants to end the war, this elf can do it, but she has no intention of interfering. For some reasons, Celie is happy to see the two sides fighting. As for how many people will die or what tragedy will result, it has nothing to do with her. .

She is neither an executioner nor a guardian, but looks at everything neutrally and objectively.

Thinking of this unpleasant master, Fulilian curled her silver-white hair and curled her lips.

"If you want to pursue the ultimate in magic, she's the right person to go to. But I personally don't recommend that you go. He's a very overbearing and egotistical guy."

Luke closed the magic book calmly, "I am quite satisfied with the current situation and have no desire to study. Your knowledge is enough for me to study for a long time."

Fulilian seemed a little troubled when she heard this, "I didn't expect to stay here all this time. I originally planned to earn some travel expenses and leave."

The share of flying magic directly made her rich, and the reason for staying here disappeared. However, Luke was indeed a very good student, and the living environment in Campbell Mansion was very good, and the collection of magic books was also very rich. Stay here more It doesn’t hurt for a while.

After thinking for a long time, Fulilian raised three fingers and said, "I can only stay here for a while longer."

"Three months?"

"Thirty years."

Fulian answered seriously.

Luke: "..."

This time is older than him.

Sure enough, he was still too young and underestimated the "for a while" mentioned by the thousand-year-old immortal.

"By the way, the Magic Association seems to have put you in the textbook?"

Thinking of the division of flying magic, Fulian asked naturally.

"It seems that flying magic is of great significance, and it is natural for it to be recorded as the creator." Luke said a little apologetically to Fulian.

"I'm sorry for taking credit for you."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter." Fulian waved her hand casually, "What do you think?"

Lu Ke thought for a while, "It feels unreal. I have become a character in a textbook and a part of history."

Fulilian shook her head slowly and gave him a meaningful look, "For humans, it is history, for elves, it is just an unfinished autobiography."

"For the elves, it is just an unfinished autobiography."

The words fell heavily and echoed in his ears, leaving Luke in a daze for a moment.

When she looked up again, the silver-haired elf had already walked out of the door, leaving only a somewhat lazy sentence.

"You don't have to go to school during this period. You can prepare for the wedding with peace of mind."

…

A vague voice seemed to come from the horizon, the field of vision lengthened and faded, a burst of white light appeared, and then the body was shaken a few times.

"Luke, Luke!"

Even after shouting twice in a row, Terela didn't get anyone's attention back. She simply shook Luke, and then she saw the other person's pupils gradually focusing.

Luke came back to his senses and his thoughts returned to his body, "What's the matter?"

"Why are you always in a daze lately?"

"I thought of a few loopholes in the magic design and was thinking about it."

Terela nodded at his forehead, "I told you, there should be a limit to your obsession with magic. You should care more about me."

Luke was noncommittal: "So what's the matter?"

"Ms. Luo Yin said she wanted to paint a portrait for you. A painter will be here soon. Please hurry up and get ready."

Ms. Luo Yin was very happy after knowing that Luke would be written into the textbook. In addition to preparing a grand banquet, she also planned to leave a souvenir.

At first he planned to make a full-scale statue, but after being rejected by Luke, he decided to settle for painting. Seeing that the old man was so interested, he couldn't refuse anymore.

Terela looked at the elf's face and couldn't help but rub it here and there. The face was so tender that it looked like it could squeeze out water, which made her a little jealous.

"Speaking of which, what kind of creatures are elves? Why are their skin so white and tender, and so is Frillian's."

"According to academic circles, elves are a subhuman race, and their physical characteristics are basically the same as humans. It's hard to tell what's inside. Too scarce samples and ethical restrictions make it impossible to conduct anatomical research on elves."

Terela took a step back in horror, "Suddenly telling a scary story, change your clothes and get ready to leave."

She licked her lips at the clothes on the chair.

Luke took a look. It was a dark black embroidered dress, including matching underwear, hanging accessories, headdress, ear clips, etc. It was extremely complete and grand.

"Can't wear it."

Lu Keyan answered concisely and concisely. He had not learned much about aristocratic etiquette, and he had no idea how to wear such complicated clothes.

"Let me help you."

Terela stepped forward and skillfully took off her clothes. With her help, Luke, who always wore simple and light training clothes, changed into exquisite aristocratic dinner clothes.

The close-fitting clothes accentuated Luke's tall and straight figure. Although the complicated accessories were troublesome to wear, they did make him look more luxurious. Paired with his face, which was particularly handsome among elves, he looked extremely dazzling.

After helping him put it on, Terela could hardly move her eyes away, "It's so beautiful. This can be considered my second favorite style among all your outfits."

Luke frowned, feeling his body restricted by the cumbersome clothes, "What style is the first one?"

Terela blushed slightly, "The most beautiful style is the one without style."

Luke: "..."

After a while, the appointed painter came to visit, and Ms. Luo Yin pulled Lu out with a smile.

The painter was very excited to have such an excellent model in front of him, and the painting process was smooth and smooth. He painted from dawn to dusk before the painting ended with unfinished content.

"Actually, I could paint better, but it would take more time."

"Really? How about..." Upon hearing this, Ms. Luo Yin planned to continue the next day.

"No, it's already good."

Luke looked at his painting. The handsome elf was sitting on a chair. His beautiful brown eyes were like a deep pool that made the audience immersed. The golden light shone on the painting, making him look extremely beautiful.

Anyone who can paint for nobles is naturally a master. This painter is of very high standard and has already painted eighty-nine points of the charm of a real scene.

"Since it is your painting, then I will listen to you."

Ms. Luo Yin smiled, picked up the painting and gestured, "Terela, help me, let's hang this portrait ourselves. What do you think is better?"

"I think the stairway looks nice."

The two people discussed and walked around to make gestures, and they were in high spirits.

"I'll see off Master."

Luke watched the two of them explain themselves, and then accompanied the painter out of the mansion. When no one was around, he asked, "Master, how long can this painting be kept?"

"The paper and paint are of the highest quality. If you frame it carefully and protect it, it will last for thirty or forty years without any problem."

"Do you have any requirements?"

"It should not be exposed to direct sunlight and should not be affected by moisture. These two points are very important."

Luke was silent for a moment, "What about thirty years from now?"

"Then other painters will be needed to maintain it manually, so that it can last for a hundred years."

"What about a hundred years from now?" Luke asked.

"At that time, painters' techniques were different. It was very troublesome to maintain, and the paper couldn't withstand the abuse, so it would probably get damaged."

The painter answered truthfully and added as if he remembered something, "It is said that there is magic in folk magic that protects portraits from decay. If there is that, the life of the painting should be longer."

"I see."

…

Terela was responsible for most of the arrangements for the wedding. She seemed to have already thought about the location, the process, the size of the banquet, and the customization of the dress.

Luke originally planned to help. After all, it would not be good to blame everything on the woman, but he was always pushed back by Terela as soon as he passed by, saying that she did not believe in his aesthetics.

"Fulillian, am I poor at aesthetics?"

After being hit many times, Luke could only return to the study room and asked Fulian who was reading here with some confusion.

Fulilian looked at Luke's simple training clothes for a while and shook her head, "I think it's pretty good."

The lovely old thing wearing a simpler white skirt and gray robe also didn't understand this.

Although she has a lot of wealth, Fulian prefers to spend her money on purchasing magic books and magic tools. She has no interest in clothes or anything like that. In other words, this elf is not interested in most things.

"Maybe elves and humans have different preferences."

Luke:......

But he has also been a human being for more than 20 years, although he has never been in love and lacks opportunities to get along with the opposite sex.

"What I like..."

He was lost in thought, what would girls like?

After a moment, he seemed to have caught an idea and looked at Fulilian.

"Fulillian, can you teach me a magic spell?"