Teacher Maske really contacted him.

Ruibo walked to the mirror and read it carefully.

"Dear student, you can see the words I wrote. I believe you have successfully produced psychedelic powder. The ointments I gave you have also played their role. Psychic powder is an extremely dangerous thing, but it is indeed quite useful. The only disadvantage is that it is quite troublesome to use. It can only be absorbed through the skin. Although there is a way to make them into something that can be used as long as you breathe these gases, it is undoubtedly a little difficult for you now. Therefore, I have prepared you a small gift and a magic wand that belongs to you. It is a very simple little thing. You can only use it to perform three wind-type small magic. According to your current situation,

The ability to control and use these three magics. If you can use this wand cleverly, you will find that you know how to fight better than a magician who has learned magic for ten years. I think this is very necessary for you now. My student, I tell you again that for a magician, having powerful magic is far less effective than knowing how to master limited magic. A wise magician is often a person full of wisdom, not a guy who only has strong strength. Ruibo, you can know from the Golden Butterfly where I put my wand. May the God of Luck bless you, my child."

When Ruibo finished reading the text on the mirror, the text slowly faded and eventually disappeared completely.

Nothing excites Ribo as much as mastering new knowledge.

"Hmm," Ruibo couldn't help cheering. He jumped and jumped in the laboratory. The originally empty laboratory was now filled with incomparable joy.

With Ruibo's cheers, the golden butterfly danced in the air, as if it could feel the joy.

After a long time, Ruibo slowly calmed down. He raised his head and said to the golden butterfly flying in the air: "Do you know where the magic wand that Teacher Maske left for me is placed?"

The golden butterfly seemed to have fully understood what Ruibo said, floating like the top of the laboratory tower. After a long time, it floated down. On its slender metal limbs, there were magic wands that were about one foot long and ivory, and a roll of parchment was tied with a yellow ribbon on the top of the wand.

Ruibo quickly and carefully caught the falling magic wand and the roll of parchment.

He couldn't let go of his magic wand.

The magic wand is really made of fine polishing with ivory. The smooth ivory surface, the soft color, and the elastic feel all make Ruibo feel unwilling to let go.

By gently waving this magic wand, Ribo could even feel the magic wand and the wind element colliding with each other to resonate, as if a symphony of the wind was played in the air.

Excited his mother, - for a while, Ruibo calmed down and he gently opened the parchment.

The words on the parchment are extremely concise, which only describe the three magics that this magic wand can cast, as well as the meditation and spells required to use magic. Meditation is not difficult for Rebbo. He has been practicing this aspect. In fact, the ointment given to him by Mr. Maske also requires special meditation to truly play a role. Rebbo not only fully mastered this method of meditation, but also never forgot that Kelle taught him that he was only proficient in this technique, and only when he could use this technique without any mistake in any state, can he be called truly mastering this technique.

Although Rebow doesn't like Kelle, what Kelle said is undoubtedly correct.

Because of this, during this week, Ruibo spent a lot of effort to make himself calm down immediately and quickly enter a state of meditation no matter how nervous he was.

This kind of practice is extremely hard, but the results are undoubtedly huge.

Ruibo firmly believed that there might not be many magicians who can do as good as him.

The meditation method recorded on parchment is only slightly different from that kind of meditation.

In fact, this is exactly the case. This kind of meditation was originally used to gather wind elements, and it was not an extremely clever magic meditation.

For Rebbo, the real difficulty was those three long spells.

All mantras are recorded in five special characters called "Divine Text".

The parchment paper that Teacher Maske left him as a magic enlightenment textbook records two more commonly used "divine texts". Over the past week, his main homework was to master the meditation methods, which was to learn these "divine texts".

It is quite difficult to learn those divine texts, which are different from any popular texts in the world known to Ruibo. The letters of the two "divine texts" together have as many as 325.

What makes Ruibo the most headache is that each letter of these "divine texts" has five or six completely different and irregular pronunciations. How to pronounce these "divine texts" depends entirely on the combination of letters, and there is no regularity.

In just one week, Ruibo's understanding of this mysterious text is still extremely limited.

Holding the parchment paper, Ruibo could only grit his teeth and scrape his stomach and explain it tentatively.

Fortunately, the parchment clearly records the uses and methods of casting these three magics.

The magic wand was like a special launching device, just like the crossbow he liked to use the most, but the magic wand did not fire crossbow arrows, but liquid.

This magic wand can gather wind-type elements and emit liquid in three ways.

The first magic can turn the liquid absorbed by the magic wand into a flying mist and drift to a ten-meter radius in front of you.

The second magic will condense the liquid into a drop of liquid beads, wrapped in wind elements and fire to a place of two or three hundred meters. It is much stronger than a crossbow arrow. What makes Ruibo even more happy is that this magic is almost every shot and there is no need to aim at it. The liquid can definitely hit the position you need it to shoot.

As for the third magic, it is just one plus two. It can also push the liquid beads to two or three hundred meters, and then turn into a fog of ten meters in the air. Of course, accordingly, the length of the third magic spell is also close to the sum of the lengths of the first two spells.

Since you know the steps of casting and have magic spells in your hand, the only thing you need is to test, experiment again and again until the correct "divine text" pronunciation is found.

Although Ribo didn't know how to attack this long spell, he still had some familiar combinations of those three spells, and it seemed that they had seen them elsewhere. Ribo remembered that he had learned the simple spell of killing. Next to those divine spells, Mr. Masque made a phonetic annotation in Francis. Therefore, Ribo knew how to read it.

Then, just find out the remaining combinations of divine texts.

Ruibo didn't understand why the teacher didn't just record the pronunciation next to these three spells?

Could it be that the teacher wants to practice finding the tricks in the combination of divine texts? It seems that this is the only explanation.

During the next period, all of them were spent on studying magic. Of course, he would never use precious and dangerous liquids such as psychedelic powder as consumables for magic experiments. Anyway, there is a liquid called "water" everywhere in this world.

Ruibo's magic experiment was quite smooth. When he felt extremely tired and could not concentrate, he finally found the correct way to pronounce one of the magic spells.

Ruibo knew that he had reached the limit of magic and that it would be impossible to cast any magic within at least three or four hours.

It seems that these three magics consume much more magic than the floating magic that the teacher first taught him.

However, since you know the method of pronunciating one spell, you can roughly guess the other two are closely related to each other, and they have common magic characteristics.

Ruibo felt that he had some of the rules.

Thinking of this, he realized that it was getting late.

They set out early in the morning and rode their horses very fast. They arrived here in just two hours. Mr. Hyde and the others could not have been so fast. I remember that it took half a day to travel to Pitton with Mr. Eckert.

It should be almost here now.

Thinking of this, Ruibo quickly inserted his magic wand and the roll of parchment into the pocket on the right side of the clothes.

The only thing he has to do now is to write down what he needs to tell Teacher Masque in the mirror.

Rebbo took out his carefully prepared magic potion from the insert bag on the side of the saddle and returned to the lab.

He really has too many things to tell his teacher.

Ruibo wrote down everything that happened recently in detail in the mirror. When the teacher knew all this, he might come back to help him.

But Ruibo is not sure about this.

After writing the words on the mirror, Rebow walked out of the laboratory and rode his horse toward Baron Lonna's forest villa in the distance.

Although it is impossible to use that kind of magic, Ribo's weight is nothing for this thoroughbred horse. The horse's pace is still so light and elegant when walking on the small path in the woods.

Baron Lona's villa is here in a blink of an eye.

Unexpectedly, the door of the villa was closed, and only a few servants were picking fruits and vegetables in the farmland.

"Mr. Hyde, you are Mr. Hyde. Miss has been thinking about you all the time. Why don't you come? It makes our lady worry." An old man stood up in the farmland. After cleaning his hands on the apron surrounded by his body, he walked towards Ruibo respectfully.

Rebe recognized that the man was the butler of Baron Lona's house, and he asked politely: "Mr. Butler, I, my grandfather and my uncle come to visit Baron Lona. Are you not here?"

"Oh, look, it's a coincidence that yesterday, our master took his wife to Sersiburg to Fortress. I heard that the last heir of the Lord Lord was also murdered. Moreover, this time it was a blatant bloody massacre. Hi, what's wrong with this world?

The master and his wife rushed to Serthburg to attend the memorial service. "The housekeeper said.

"Yesterday? Then it seems that I can't catch up." Ruibo had no regrets about this.

"Yes, look, what a coincidence, if you can walk with you, the lady will definitely be very happy." The butler said in a muttering manner.

"Thank you, Mr. Butler, I have to leave first. Grandpa is still waiting for me. Anyway, I can always see Miss Fanny when I arrive in Serthborough. Goodbye, Mr. Butler." As he said that, Ruibo turned his horse's head and ran away from the road he came.

"What a great young man. If we match our lady, what a perfect couple." The butler said to himself.

"Who said no, but, old man, don't be dazed anymore. Pick the vegetables quickly. You have to pick them before dark. After a while, you can't eat Qiushuang after a fight."

When the housekeeper heard his wife say something, he had to go back to the farmland to work.

After coming out of Baron Lona's forest villa, Rebow let out a long sigh, and he rode slowly towards the intersection.

For him, the only thing he has to do now is to wait for the arrival of Mr. Hyde's carriage.

Ruibo never treats patient waiting as waste of time.

For a magician, meditation practice can be carried out at any time, not to mention that in order to experiment with new magic, he used up all the little magic power on his body and needed to recover quickly through meditation.

Rui Boan stood quietly by the roadside, like a still statue.

The wind blew across the dense jungle, shaking the thick and tall trees, making "rustling"

The sound.

The "rustling" sounds gathered into a wave, which was the sound of the "giant waves" formed by leaves hitting the "reefs" formed by branches.

Ruibo, who was standing there quietly, seemed to be able to hear the sounds from far and far away around him, which was the message the wind brought to him.

This feeling is really wonderful.

Teacher Maske should have told himself that meditation in the embrace of nature is so unique.

Deep in the dense Bart Forest, on Tongjun Avenue, which was completely hidden by the branches and leaves of trees, and was invisible at all, an ordinary merchant carriage was driving slowly, and the road was too difficult to walk.

Ten meters away from the carriage, two middle-aged men were following along on horseback. Seeing their solemn appearance, it was obvious that this remote and uninhabited path really didn't reassure them.

Suddenly, the car stopped.

An old man with a white beard walked out of the carriage. The old man was wearing a blue-gray casual dress, a dark blue vest, a crimson hat on his head, and a wide-edged copper wire on his nose.

Seeing this outfit, anyone will regard the old man as a senior accountant.

Both the brother and sister sitting in the carriage or the three bodyguards sitting in the seat in front were surprised by the old man's instructions to stop the carriage.

At the same time, I felt an extremely tense atmosphere permeating around, as if there was something terrifying hidden in the deep and dark forest.

I saw the old man slowly walk into a relatively open place deep in the dense forest, take a few deep breaths, then spread his arms as if he wanted to hug something, and also like a crane about to spread his wings and soar.
To be continued...