“You should stay in the City Lord’s mansion and study the magic canon in the study,” Su Feng said meaningfully.
Study.
Big moth, do you understand?
You have to study hard to avoid going down the wrong path!
“What about you?” Murphy suddenly asked. Under the lights, his purple eyes were faintly glowing: “Will you go?”
Su Feng met those eyes for a moment. For a second, he felt that Murphy’s eyes were emitting dazzling golden light, or perhaps it was just an illusion. For a second, his look even showed a hint of request.
Murphy said, “If I beg you…”
“Don’t say any more,” Su Feng said. “This is not something you can interfere with.”
He stood up, as if wanting to leave something behind, and left without looking back. Murphy stood where he was, still carrying a gentle, shallow smile. However, in the sea of consciousness, the monster piled up by purple light had already stretched out a slender tentacle, slowly reaching toward the other side, and circling the light ball snuggling on the gemstone.
He was clearly here, yet he seemed very far away from him and untouchable.
Murphy did not know and could not understand this emotion in his heart. Looking at Su Feng’s back, just thinking that Su Feng would attend that banquet, stand with other men and women of all kinds, and smile at them, while he could only stand by and watch this scene, helplessly watching Su Feng leave him behind, not even bothering to look at him more—a sudden impulse surged in his heart.
He wanted… he wanted…
The man curled his lips and smiled shallowly.
After all, this young master was his nominal master, and he couldn’t do anything about him for the time being.
Then get rid of anyone who approaches Su Feng. Murphy thought with a smile, whoever approaches you must die.
Su Feng took Murphy into the study. This was Murphy’s first time here. The moment the room was opened, books of magic canons emitting magic power appeared in front of Su Feng. Su Feng looked at this scene, but his mind flashed back to the memories of reading almost every book over the years, but he quickly regained his senses and said to Murphy: “I promised you before that I would let you choose a magic canon. You can choose a magic canon you are interested in to copy, but you cannot take it away.” After a pause, Su Feng said: “If there is anything you don’t understand, you can ask me.”
Murphy’s eyes flashed; he had an idea.
“Since that’s the case, why don’t you teach me, Young Master?” Murphy said: “I have never seen so many magic canons.” The man’s attitude was very sincere, with a hint of request. Su Feng thought that this guy had finally obtained the Soul-Stealing Secret Canon but it had been destroyed by him, and the resources that should have been obtained in the original work had also disappeared. According to normal development, this guy should be punching cannon fodder and stepping on arrogant people, instead of looking at his face just to read a book like now.
Su Feng pondered for a while, and seeing that it was still early, he nodded.
In fact, he didn’t really want to attend the banquet either.
This was normal: similar banquets and parties were equivalent to grabbing a die-hard otaku who loved to study and was obsessed with staying at home to do research, shaking him, and then throwing him into the socialization of a group of strangers, letting everyone watch him calm on the surface and handle the social occasion with ease, but actually beating drums in his heart.
Even though Su Feng had developed the ability to be calm in front of people, once he actually appeared at the banquet, the only outcome that would happen was that the young master of Blackthorn City would stand at the center of the venue like a magnet, and the surrounding crowd, fawning, ulterior-minded, curious, would make him like a precious protected animal in a zoo, watching everyone pour toward him endlessly…
Su Feng would rather read two more books in the study.
He came back to his senses, but Murphy took out a manual of “Elementary Magic Canon” at this time. This book had traces of wear and tear, and it looked like it was often read by people. Murphy lowered his head and stroked the book cover, seemingly about to open it.
“Wait, that book—”
Just as Su Feng was about to stop him, Murphy had already opened the book. On the first page of the manual, the notes Su Feng wrote when he was racking his brains and unable to win against the magic canon at the beginning appeared.
[Why are these magic canons so difficult? I can’t understand them at all.]
The corners of Murphy’s lips curled up very slightly. He opened the pages to look, then said as if unintentionally: “It really is difficult.”
“That was a few years ago,” Su Feng said. “These are the notes I once left behind. Since you want to read it, then learn it well.”
Murphy said: “I will, Young Master.”
The two of them took root in the study. Su Feng was essentially an overachiever. He used to be a regular in the library, making a group of roommates cold with sweat, watching him progress, and then feeling that they should also study, but when they really read, their hands would unknowingly open the game.
In the end, everyone else was relieved: the overachiever has the life of an overachiever, and there is no need to compete with such a monster.
So now, Su Feng also decided to take this opportunity to learn the knowledge of alchemy pharmacology, while the protagonist on the side had already looked fascinated. The butts of the two people were almost welded to the chairs, and there was only the rustling sound of turning pages in the study.
The air became quiet. Occasionally, Murphy would ask about some magic knowledge he couldn’t understand, while Su Feng, although he had no magic power before, had a better understanding of books than him. When Su Feng interpreted it for Murphy, a thoughtful expression would appear on the man’s face. The two didn’t need much communication, but when they turned around, they could see the look of the other party recording seriously.
…This was a rare thing.
Su Feng thought he hadn’t sat down to study with others like this for a long time.
He suddenly gained a bit of motivation.
In a short period of time, Murphy thirstily absorbed all the knowledge in the magic canon and recorded it into the Record of Calamity (Fragment). He liked this feeling from the bottom of his heart. Murphy looked at the Record of Calamity in his mind and thought, where are the owners of other fragments?
If that day came when the Record of Calamity was collected completely, perhaps no one in the world could stop him, and no one could hinder him anymore.
Murphy’s gaze fell on Su Feng. Su Feng’s side face was shining, making Murphy want to pinch his face. The man looked at the time, took out his notebook, sat in front of Su Feng, and said righteously: “Lord Su Feng, I have some questions I want to ask you.”
Su Feng looked at him, thinking, finally.
Let him see the insights of the protagonist, the dual-cultivator of magic and martial arts, the genius of magic, the pride of heaven, the peerless magic prodigy from the original work!
Su Feng’s expression was solemn. He said: “What questions do you have? Say it.”
Seeing his look, Murphy turned the pages with his jade-like fingers and pushed the notebook in front of Su Feng. He said: “I have some unique insights into the knowledge on the magic canon.”
Su Feng opened the notebook. He took a look.
The man closed the notebook with a shua, and a moment later, he looked at Murphy in front of him suspiciously.
Murphy smiled on his face, his expression expectant.
Su Feng’s skin twitched. He resisted the questioning mentality, thinking that this should just be Murphy’s probing, and there should be normal notes behind it. Su Feng opened another page, his brows locked, and the expression on his face finally changed.
He couldn’t hold it in.
“What is this you wrote?” Su Feng frowned. He said: “How did you manage to write these knowledge into a heavenly book?”
From some point of view, Murphy was right and wrong.
Because his problem-solving approach was: 1 + MHIne (one-star light element) + 1 = 3.
Su Feng held back his anger. He couldn’t understand why Murphy had been sitting here for so long, but ended up bringing him such a pile of things. He said: “Explain your train of thought to me.”
Murphy’s gaze was pure, and he seemed a little unconvinced: “My train of thought is correct.”
“This is an evil way! If you do this, the final result will only lead to magic failure and cause an explosion!” Su Feng stated that you are learning light element knowledge, not the production and practice of explosives: “If you really cast magic like this, the final result is that your own arm will be blown off!”
But Murphy was very stubborn. He said: “How do you know if you don’t try?”
Su Feng snorted, he was completely angry. Su Feng said: “Since that’s the case, then go try it now.”
A moment later, Murphy and Su Feng came back with dirty clothes. Su Feng said: “Do you know what will happen now? If I hadn’t saved you in time…”
Murphy seemed a little unwilling, he said: “I want to try again.”
“Why are you so stubborn?” Su Feng said: “Light elements are not applied this way!”
Murphy looked at him eagerly, suddenly lowered his eyes, and said: “I want to try.”
Su Feng looked at him, could only twist his brows, and walked back. An explosion sounded, Murphy’s black hair was blown apart, and he slowly sat back to his original position. Su Feng looked at the stubborn and repeatedly failing protagonist, and didn’t know whether he should feel funny or feel that Murphy’s brain circuit was too strange.
Murphy looked at Su Feng, straightened his hair, and opened the second page a little unwillingly. Su Feng took a look and almost wiped his face: “What is called the combination application of fire element and water element?” Su Feng said: “You want a ‘dual world of water and fire’? You want to piss me off!”
“Go back and rewrite it,” Su Feng said. “You should re-study the Elementary Magic Canon. How did you become an intermediate mage?!”
Murphy said: “I want to try.”
“You—”
Su Feng wanted to kick him. A moment later, Murphy came back with a grey face. He glanced at the gloomy young master from the corner of his eye, and the man opened the next page again.
“Stupid,” Su Feng said mercilessly. “Whimsical, self-seeking dead end, you are learning magic, not manufacturing explosions, nor poisoning yourself!”
Su Feng said: “Are you an idiot? Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!” He stomped his feet, pointing at the Elementary Magic Canon in anger and said: “You didn’t even look at the notes written on this at all!”
Time passed quietly. Before he knew it, night fell. Guests came and went in the City Lord’s mansion, but the young master’s figure never appeared. The butler looked at this scene, walked to the study door, and saw Su Feng holding the magic canon in anger, while arguing with Murphy. Looking at it, he was afraid that he had forgotten about the banquet long ago.
The butler was silent for a moment. He said: “Young Master…”
“Don’t disturb me, I’m very busy!” Su Feng said. If he didn’t make Murphy admire him today, he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight!
The butler could only leave.
Murphy remained in the study. The two of them were back and forth, usually Murphy was scolded, and Su Feng demonstrated magic for him. Time passed quickly. The guests at the banquet got what they wanted and left in laughter, while the young master was still trapped in the study. Finally, Murphy looked at Su Feng, who seemed to be spraying fire from his eyes. His fingers trembled, and he accidentally succeeded in casting the advanced magic in his hand.
“If you fail this time, just give me…” Su Feng’s words were half-spoken. He looked at the magic circle ignited in front of him. The man said: “Demonstrate it again.”
Murphy looked at the time. He reached out and cast light magic in front of Su Feng. In fact, this was indeed an element that Murphy was not good at. He found it difficult to cast anything related to light power.
“At least this proves that you are not hopelessly stupid.” Su Feng still couldn’t hold back. He pinched Murphy’s face and said: “Go back and read the magic canon a few more times!”
“Thank you, Young Master,” Murphy said with a smile. “If it weren’t for you, I’m afraid I really wouldn’t be able to understand this topic.”
Inside the City Lord’s mansion, the butler stood in front of the mirror and heard the voice coming from the mirror: “How is it?”
“Young Master, he did not attend the banquet.”
“It seems this is his destiny,” Cecilia said. “Whatever. Since he wants to do this, let his own choice dominate his destiny.”