Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 985 967. Spell·Fireball

After waking up the next morning, Lan En sat up on the bed.

His face, which even though it still showed the confusion that he had just woken up, did not hinder his overall temperament, was a little suspicious.

Was I dreaming last night?

Lan En was not only doubting himself, but also doubting the sorceress sitting in front of the dressing table, dressing herself up and putting on makeup.

Margarita simply wore a silk pajamas. The smooth and drapey fabric made the curves of her body faintly visible.

Just like a description in sculpture art: half-nude figures are more artistic than full-length figures.

High-end perfumes and creams emit a long, elegant fragrance in the room.

Lan En knew her, she always only used the best.

Margarita did not shy away from the makeup process in front of Lan En. This is not laziness after both parties get used to it.

But she is confident enough in herself.

It is already beautiful and attractive in itself, and the process of makeup is the process of becoming more beautiful.

She likes to let her lover watch the process by her side, and she will also appreciate her lover through the reflection of the mirror at this time.

Being able to appreciate each other with your lover is a psychologically satisfying and happy thing.

"I put on new lipstick, how do you feel?"

Margarita looked at Lan behind her through the mirror.

The witcher tells the truth, and he loves nothing more than telling the truth.

"It's great. You are suitable for bright and heavy makeup, like a rose blooming unscrupulously."

"Ha, you have such a sweet mouth. You should go to the tavern to play the piano and sing." Margarita smiled in the mirror, as if teasing her.

The soft tongue stretched out and licked the plump lips.

Then, Margarita began to arrange her brilliant blond hair and put on her favorite gold jewelry.

This kind of tacky jewelry just makes people look gaudy on her.

"You can stop being sweet for a moment. What about my proposal last night? Are you interested?"

Margarita said while fixing her hair in the mirror.

"Wait" Lan En had a confused expression on his face, as if he had stopped drinking and couldn't recall anything. "What?"

Of course, Mentos wasn't fooled by the subject's acting skills.

The biochemical intelligence brain first punched a "?" on the retina.

Then: ‘like telling the truth’?

Lan En's expression did not change at all, and he regarded the words in front of him as if they were nothing, showing his superb acting skills.

"Don't act stupid." Margarita also easily saw through her little boyfriend's performance.

Well, 'small' in terms of age, but in terms of physique and size.

"You were awake when I spoke, but I still remember it."

"Don't be shy, boy."

Margarita said while looking at the eyeshadow in the mirror.

"Triss looks great, right?"

"." Lan En blinked and scratched his chin, feeling that something was not quite right about Margarita today. "I'm going to do some morning exercise first."

The witcher felt vaguely overwhelmed.

After putting on his casual clothes very quickly, Lan En walked out of the dean's bedroom carrying the Sword of the Lake Lady.

After Lan En left, Margarita put down the eyeshadow pen in her hand.

She suddenly went crazy and ravaged her newly-styled golden hair, and kept muttering in her mouth.

"Ah!!! It's so annoying! It's so annoying!"

"There are obviously a bunch of blue pools waiting eagerly! There are more over there where the celestial spheres meet! There are more!"

"It's still a god! Fuck you! Bichi! It's all Bichi!"

Her long golden hair was messy, like a defeated golden retriever.

But after getting mad, Margarita took a deep breath and calmed down.

No way, it was just like Tissaya's analysis of her last night.

She didn't want to leave Lan En at all, and she even felt fear just thinking about the possibility of this happening in the future.

Then we can only try our best to tie Lan En's heart here.

At least don't be kidnapped by the Bichi over there where the celestial sphere meets!

For this reason, she was even prepared to drive away tigers and wolf wolves to bring in some ‘reinforcements’ to give some meat to the bichi in her mouth.

Margarita, who was crazy about her lover's popularity, finally had to rearrange her hair, turn on the telescope in the room, and communicate with someone far away.

Lan En, who slipped out under Margarita's strange remarks, went all the way up the stairs.

The top level of Arethusa is the Palace of Gastang, where the wizards hold their highest meeting.

This palace is located on the same giant rock as the famous elven ancient portal, Tor Laura, also known as the Tower of Seagulls.

The overall building of Aretusa is built on a large rock that was split from the continent, and this large rock was divided vertically into two pieces, one large and one small.

The entirety of this split but not completely split island is called Thanede Island.

The castle of Arethusa was built across these two large rocks.

Most of the classrooms, dormitories, and Luo Xia Palace are on the larger but lower block.

The Gastang Palace and the Seagull Tower are on a slightly smaller but higher piece of rock.

The two building complexes are connected by a large suspended stone bridge.

The stone bridge is wide enough to carry four or five carriages in parallel, and the large and neat stones that make up the stone bridge deck adopt a black and white grid like a chess board.

This makes the cost of the entire bridge even higher, but it also adds more of a magic academy style.

It turned out that the bridge had long been in disrepair, and the rocks had fallen and been damaged by the erosion of the salty sea wind.

I even had to use illusions to barely cover up the crumbling true appearance of the bridge and maintain Arethusa's dignity.

People crossing the bridge can only step on the black checkered ground to ensure that they will not fall to the sea or rocks more than a hundred meters away and become a puddle of fish food.

After all, the cost of repairing this kind of building is really high, and even mages have to be involved in it.

The labor costs of mages are naturally extremely high.

But after Lan brought the technology of Valyrian steel, the academy's cash flow had never been more abundant. Before Tisaya took a job in the Talents and Skills Association, it finally decided to start construction.

Remove the illusion and actually repair the bridge.

After returning this time, Lan En found that the bridge had been completely repaired.

Normally, no one would come to this bridge or go to the building on the rocks on the other side.

So Lan En chose a more relaxed place as his morning exercise place.

Under Lan En's control, ordinary swordsmanship training would not cause any disturbance.

But after warming up, the lace collar on his shirt and his molten silver hair were swaying in the sea breeze.

He slowly raised his left hand.

A wave of heat obeyed his will, gathered from his body, and finally burned with a 'bang' in the void two centimeters above the palm of his left hand.

It was a flame.

The flame of the spell.

This is the first time Lan En has truly studied it since he obtained the spell-casting catalyst of this world of fire.

The flame was burning out of thin air in the sea breeze, seemingly unaffected by the external environment.

Lan En could feel the heat on his palm, but when he brought the magic fire close to other substances, the flame could not burn them.

It seems that except for the holder, this heat is just an illusion.

The fire of the spell is the catalyst for casting spells. It seems that only when the spell is cast can its power be revealed to the outside world.

Other times it can be seen as a fire trick.

Len's spell teacher, Cornicus of the Great Marsh, gave him the Great Marsh spell book before the witcher left.

But there is no doubt that this should be a basic textbook for spellcasters.

There are not many spells on it, most of them are methods of shaping the flame and then attacking it.

As Cornicus warned his apprentice who had only been in contact for a few days: Spells are the worship of fire.

In the Magical Middle Ages, fire was just a form of magic, and no one would separate out a special "Fire Magic Department" or something like that.

But in the world of fire, the fundamental order of the entire world is based on the burning of the initial flame.

Therefore, the status of flame is unique.

Spells, a spell based on the worship of fire, are actually juxtaposed with magic and miracles to form three spell-casting systems.

[Fireball], [Big Fireball], [Flame Jet].

This is where all the introductory learning of a conjurer begins.

"call!"

As Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly, under his serious mental control, the flames suspended in the palm of his left hand expanded as if exploding!

In less than a second, the candle-like flame swelled to the size of a bowl.

The fire of the spell, which originally had no influence on the outside world, also changed due to the casting of the spell.

The air around the fireball is distorted by the heat that is visible to the naked eye. This is because the heat changes the refractive index of the surrounding air.

The flames of the spell have the heat of real existence.

"Hmm~"

Originally, Lan En wanted to keep this [Fireball] in his hand and use his [Spirit Vision] to further observe the inner structure.

However, the casting of spells has its own process. When the skill is not good enough, the caster actually has no ability to operate the spell itself.

So the moment he realized that the [Fireball] was about to lose control, Lan En threw his left hand forward.

As if throwing, he threw the fireball in his hand towards the sea under the bridge.

The fireball drew a parabola and was not extinguished by the strong sea breeze between the two rocks.

Instead, it fell directly over a height difference of more than 100 meters and hit the reef base of Thanide Island.

The fireball finally caused a small explosion, and a rock the size of a human head was blown away by the airwaves into the foamy sea near the explosion point.

The sound of the explosion spread around, and when it reached Lan En's ears, it was as light as a pebble falling to the ground.

"Data collection in progress."

Mentos automatically provided analytical assistance throughout the process when Lan started his spell experiment.

At this time, it simulated the possible effect of the cursed fireball on human body——

A soldier wearing Nilfgaardian standard armor was completely burnt to black after the hardest and thickest breastplate came into contact with the fireball.

In addition to being scorched at the point of impact, the explosion also tore his limbs into pieces.

This power is not much different from the fireball technique of ordinary warlocks.