Adam didn't know if this was a simple way to pass the level, but he didn't have an idea. After all, he was still very relaxed now. The monster that could threaten his life had not appeared yet. Now is a good time to see more species to enrich his understanding of the mage plane.

As for the life and death of others? What does it have to do with Adam?

Now everyone relaxed, and when the sun set, the Moldo Academy regained its defense, and Lord Mage untied the seal entering the cabin, allowing them to eat and rest.

Within a few hours, under the urging of the shadow of death, Ophelia finally learned the fireball technique, but she had only one force, and her physical injuries, if it weren't for the group of idiots in the organization voluntarily standing in the most dangerous place, she would have been unable to stand it any longer.

After dinner, Ophelia in the room couldn't help but recall Adam's words in her mind, "Although the soul cannot carry magic, it does not mean that the body cannot." This sentence tempted Ophelia like a devil. She had enough to be a burden.

"Mental power communicates with the void and interacts with the ether," Ophelia couldn't wait for more systematic knowledge guidance, and directly began her own experiment, "forming magic and introducing it into the body."

This process is simpler than imagined and painful than imagined. Ophelia originally thought that introducing magic into the body was to allow it to enter blood vessels or flow through the respiratory tract, but the nature of magic was too domineering and did not follow the will of the body's owner at all. As soon as she entered the body, she went straight to the cell. It entered the cell instead of replacing it.

ATP supports cell division, and the strength of the cell division by magic as energy far exceeds that of the primary cells. Magic strengthens the mage's body in this way.

This was a brief analysis by Adam afterwards through Ophelia's description. At this moment, Ophelia felt only amazing pain.

She felt every trace of her body being ruthlessly ravaged, and the pain was like a tide, rising again and again, never ending, and every second was infinitely stretched in her feelings.

Ophelia seemed to be thrown into a juicer, blood, sweat, and useless low-level intracellular fluid were constantly removed from the body and then occupied by magical products.

Corristel was attracted by the painful roar, and squatted on the side and reached out his hand to support Ophelia, but Ophelia's painful look scared her and made her afraid to take action.

"Adam, Miss Ophelia..." Corriester could only ask Adam who had appeared and watched coldly.

Adam's eyes did not leave Ophelia. An ordinary man, even a great knight, such severe dehydration was enough to cause death. However, Ophelia obviously showed no sign of death because of this, and her body was still abundant, and even the wounds during the day were healing.

"She introduced magic into her body, and this situation should be transforming." Adam explained softly. He was very interested in this scene. As the name suggests, the body refining mage is a mage who pursues the strength of the body. The elemental mage pursues the soul and uses the promotion of the soul to promote the improvement of the life level. So what should the body refining mage do? Turn yourself into a transformed person and a biochemical person?

Nearly half an hour later, Ophelia calmed down, and the trembling body gradually disappeared. Adam and Corriester left her room tactfully. Soon, Ophelia changed into brand new clothes and appeared in front of them.

Before the two of them could ask, she said directly: "I feel very good now. In addition to being very hungry, my injuries have almost healed. Every trace of muscle is full of strength. I feel that I can easily kill the previous monster."

Adam said without hesitation: "This is just an illusion. Now you have not become stronger. Magic has not changed your essence, but has just laid a foundation for you."

Then he explained his analysis to the two of them. At this time, the experience on their own paths is valuable knowledge, which can be used as a proof of their subsequent development.

Corriester looked at Adam very admiringly. She didn't understand what Adam said at all, but it sounded very powerful, and Ophelia was the same. At this time, he suddenly remembered Adam's words in the manor at that time.

"Another world...is it true?"

Adam did not give her a chance to ask. The corpses of the monsters killed during the day were still piled up on the deck. At this time, any slight increase in strength may increase the possibility of survival, let alone things like Warcraft that can directly enhance physical fitness.

Ophelia also thought of this, because she now needs nutritional supplements due to excessive cell division.

There are not many smart people, and all the apprentices are carrying the corpses of various monsters. I didn’t know that there was still some rest time at night. Naturally, no one has time to care about corpses during the endless battle, but now, they are all valuable resources.

Adam was not in a hurry. He didn't need to eat a lot. The knight or body refining path was not what he pursued. The most important thing was that the corpses of the monsters would be almost endless in the next month, and there was no need to worry at all now.

The power of fireball technique cannot be improved in a short period of time, and the possibility of learning new magic is very low. However, the incident of five fireballs being fired together gave him a new research direction. However, this method requires relatively harsh prerequisites and cannot be a conventional method for the time being.

Adam stood on the deck and looked at the still dense monsters in the dark water. They were unable to board the ship due to the defense mechanism of the Moldo Academy. It can be easily imagined that the number of monsters that will attack tomorrow morning will be far more than today.

However, Ophelia went straight to the monster that beat her up and went all over the body, killing her opponent, and then eating it. This kind of thing is the romance of the Knight.

However, she was one step late, and a male apprentice from an organization picked up the corpse of the monster with ecstasy and walked into the cabin.

Ophelia frowned and stopped him and said coldly, "Put it down, it's mine."

The Great Knight disdains to do something to rob, but she will not remain indifferent if her own is taken away, so her tone is very reasonable.

But the male apprentice obviously didn't think so. His happy face suddenly became cold and he said in a mocking tone: "Your? Have you written your name? Do you call it and agree? Get out of the way and don't block the way."
Chapter completed!