The magic changes

Chapter 7 Power

Due to its proximity to the sea in the east and the Felspine Mountains in the north, the unique terrain turns the city of Lance into a windy place during this season every year. Although Master Lake instructed Ron to set aside all his work and focus solely on practicing magic for ten days, Ron still continued to clean the guild courtyard every morning.

“Good morning, Ron,” the voice of Lassiel rang out at the door. “Master Lake told me a few days ago that he is preparing to formally teach you magic. He also mentioned that you should set aside your work for these few days. You don’t need to clean anymore. Focus on your meditation. If you can’t produce a fireball spell in two days, Lake won’t take you out.”

“I’ll finish cleaning soon, Teacher Lassiel. It won’t take much time. I’m already very familiar with these tasks, and I can also think about some problems on my own while working,” Ron said, turning to see Lassiel in her pristine white robes.

“Any progress in your practice these days?” Lassiel asked, gracefully brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Perhaps I won’t be able to learn the fireball magic. I’m not sure if it’s possible,” Ron said, lowering his gaze and beginning to meditate. With a surge of power, Ron slowly separated his palms, and without chanting any incantations, a red light appeared between his hands. The light expanded into a sphere, with the energy inside constantly churning, emitting a scorching heat.

“Flame Suppression Sphere?” Lassiel’s eyes widened. “But it doesn’t look like it. There’s no flame on this sphere.”

The strange sphere between Ron’s palms was beyond her comprehension. “But this is definitely not a low-level fireball spell,” Lassiel affirmed. It was astonishing to her that Ron, a novice in magic, could produce this spell that she couldn’t understand, especially since she didn’t see him chant any incantations.

“What is this, Ron?” Lassiel’s amazement turned into curiosity.

Ron turned his palms forward, pushing the red sphere out. As it made contact with the ground, a puff of black smoke rose from the point of contact, and the high temperature of the sphere caused the ground’s small stones and soil to explode. As the sizzling sound weakened, the sphere slowly disappeared, leaving a circular indentation on the ground, now charred due to the sphere’s destruction.

“In fact, I don’t know what to call this, respected Teacher Lassiel. I was just about to ask you,” Ron said.

In the past few days, Ron had conducted detailed research on the cut crystal, using his homemade microscope to discover that the crystal’s granular structure was similar to the crystals he had studied before, with a regular three-dimensional arrangement. Through experimentation, he found that the crystal had uniform properties, completely different from the anisotropy of crystals. In other words, the physical properties of the crystal were quite pure. For example, the granules inside a fire-type crystal had very good thermal properties on each face, unlike the various properties on different faces of a crystal.

By studying the process of the crystal absorbing energy and combining it with the magic knowledge he had learned in this world, Ron developed his own special meditation method. The magic energy sphere that even Lassiel couldn’t understand was the result of his research and practice in these few days.

“Although I don’t understand this magic, I can be certain that it is much more powerful than the fireball spell. At least it will gain Lake’s recognition. But how did you do it?” Lassiel looked at the charred mark, still feeling incredulous.

“I just studied the process of the crystal absorbing energy and incorporated it into my meditation. By the way, I made a little something for you,” Ron said, taking out a small ornament.

The ornament was made up of six pieces of crystal, each cut into sharp rhombuses, with a central crystal connecting the six pieces. In the morning sunlight, it emitted a colorful light, immediately catching Lassiel’s eye.

“It’s simply a work of art! Ron, I’m very interested in you now. Tell me, did you cut these crystals into this shape? I remember you asked me this question before. I just want to know how you cut the crystals. Perhaps I should go see your magic laboratory. Yes, let me go see it, Ron, let me see your laboratory,” Lassiel said, eagerly examining the ornament, her words becoming somewhat incoherent.

“I would be honored,” Ron replied. Any normal man would not refuse a beautiful woman’s request to visit their room, and Ron was no exception. “But I have to tell you, I have a friend staying in my room right now. He’s hiding from the Radiant Mercenaries. Lassiel, can you keep this a secret?”

“Okay,” Lassiel had already started walking towards the small attic where Ron lived. She just wanted to go upstairs now, and nothing else mattered to her.

Ron quickly caught up to the door upstairs. “Let me wake up the guy inside and tidy up a bit, so he doesn’t offend your dignity.”

Although Lassiel wanted to go in, she didn’t want to cause any embarrassment, so she waited outside for the time being.

“Chris! How can you get lazier and lazier? I shouldn’t have made the mistake of taking you in,” Ron shouted at the still-sleeping Chris as he entered the room.

Chris sat up, stretched, and lazily said, “You’re waking me up when I’m sleeping comfortably. Don’t you know that this is an affront to the dignity of a swordsman? Come on, I want to duel you! But you can’t use that damn wand to cast lightning on me.”