Dean's Office.

Old Iden helped his reading glasses and looked up and down at Junlin: "So, the noble chosen one of God, are you planning to come here to learn magic?"

"Yes, Mr. Dean."

While replying, Junlin was also looking at the office.

The office is large, and the most noticeable thing is the full collection of books.

The more forty square meters the entire office is, the four walls extend to the ceiling, but there is a bookcase.

The bookshelf are filled with dense books. If you don’t have flying spells at the top, you can only climb the ladder.

If it weren't for confirming that this was an office, Junlin would have thought it was a small library.

This made him feel instinctively guilty when he said "yes".

I'm fucking, how much time does it take to finish reading so many books?

After Dean Eden sat back to his office, he began to look for documents: "There are not many voter students here, and most of them don't like to attend classes or study. For them, fighting is the best way to advance. Learning knowledge is a waste of time."

Junlin replied: "Efficiency is very important. But sometimes it is not good to be too efficient. Finding some time to settle down is actually not good."

"Good idea, but most people can't stand the boring and long study life. They would rather die on the battlefield than live in the classroom... This is what one of you said himself, and later he really died. Before he died, he said he regretted this choice."

"Yes, the law of big real fragrance." Jun Lin smiled.

"What?" The old dean didn't understand this meme.

"Nothing, Earth's slang. I want to learn the magic of flying, how long does it take?"

"That depends on your progress." The old dean was still looking for documents: "Many people want to fly, but in fact magic weapons can also do it."

"I am an autoevolutionist and cannot use any reinforcement tools."

"What I created myself is not within the limit. Oh, I found it." The old dean finally found a voter registration document and began to fill in it: "Your name."

"King Landing."

"age?"

“26…27 years old.”

"What level of candidate?"

"Level 2."

"Prince?"

"Tyrant." Jun Lin couldn't help but say, "So detailed?"

"Don't think I'm spying on your information. This information helps you make the best choice for you... Brutal, Brutal actually comes to learn magic, which is so interesting." The old dean quickly wrote it on it, then picked up a seal and started stamping it. Before walking to a small machine next to him, he said to Junlin: "Look at me."

Junlin faces the old dean.

Click!

A photo is out.

The old dean posted the photo on the document and handed it to Junlin: "Your admission certificate has been completed, and the apprenticeship certificate will take half a month to issue. But it doesn't matter. There are only a few voters who can recognize it at a glance."

"Thank you." Junlin took it: "You are a good person."

The old dean shook his finger: "Don't rush to evaluate character, but only evaluate the facts. God's elect have clear pursuits and an infinite future, which prevents them from missing any opportunity to seek benefits, and also makes them look eager for quick success in their performance. This is not surprising."

Junlin understands it.

The old dean saw it thoroughly.

The senior executives of this plane also understand the voters very well.

It is precisely because of all this that they made the most correct choice, which put Junlin and others in a uncomfortable situation that is no wonder to be killed.

But Junlin believes that opportunities exist forever, and Nicholas tests courage, wisdom, and even eyes that are good at discovering.

Since there is no martial arts fight, we will be awakened to the literary aspect.

With the admission certificate, Jun Lin said: "Do you have any suggestions for my magical learning?"

"The suggestion is that you must first clarify your direction." The old dean walked out of the office: "Follow me."

Junlin followed him: "Clear the direction?"

"Yes." said the old dean: "There is an advantage in system strengthening, that is, all systems are included in the system. If you want to learn the magic of a certain system and a certain faction, then you can learn it together as long as you get enough points. Even if you learn the magic of other factions, you can solve it with just points. At best, it is not a system and cannot achieve the best effect."

"Yes."

The old dean: "But autoevolution is different. You cannot gain any ability through the system. Your mastery of plane abilities can only be through learning and self-digestion. But there is a problem here, that is, learning is related to experience. Today you come to the White Stone Plane and come into contact with the magic system of the White Stone Plane. So what happens in the future? Leaving this plane, you go to other planes, and you are exposed to the magic system of other planes. What should you do at that time? Continue to learn from scratch?"

Junlin was stunned.

He really didn't realize this.

But the fact is that the old dean is right. The magic systems of different planes are different, and even theoretical knowledge is different.

In this case, every time you go to a plane, even if it is a magic plane, it is equivalent to starting from scratch. At most, it is better to have a better foundation and faster understanding.

But it's useless.

Sometimes this foundation can even form a reverse effect. After all, there are many different planes and theories that are contrary to theories.

And now, the old dean pointed out this issue.

"How is it? Are you starting to regret it?" Walking in front, the old dean said with a smile: "If you regret it, you can leave here. The voters are free, as long as they do not violate the laws of our country."

“There will always be a solution, right?”

"certainly."

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Following the old dean all the way, Junlin listened to the old dean's guidance.

There is indeed a solution.

The method is also very simple, which is to try to control your plane journey and try to use planes with little difference in theoretical foundations and similar systems.

This involves the candidate's permissions issue.

For example, the Dimension Merit Point is used to find out what kind of plane gate the plane gate you are going to. This function originally seemed a bit useless, but now Junlin knows how important it is.

In addition, collect as much information as possible to confirm which planes the magic system you choose exists in.

Therefore, if the autologous evolvers want to learn plane abilities, they must not be niche schools, but must be widely versatile.

At present, the most versatile dimension of the war realm is magic power.

As the first-level civilization, magic energy civilization occupies one-third of the planes, and the remaining eight other energy systems are the remaining ones.

The Shiratsu plane also belongs to the magical civilization, but the direction you are good at is the combination of magic and technology, but at least the basic theories are not much different.

"I noticed that you have a rich thunder element, and you have the ability to control lightning?" the old dean asked at this moment.

"Yes."

"Can you let me see?"

Junlin had raised his hand and fired a ball of lightning.

The old dean shook his head and said, "Magic is the embodiment of spirit and knowledge, but your use of the thunder element is through instinct, which makes your skills to use it almost zero."

"…Yes.” Junlin nodded.

Speaking of which, Junlin has made breakthroughs in all abilities, but the smallest breakthrough is probably the control of lightning.

Although his thunder and lightning control power is much greater than before, it is just because Junlin's physical and mental strength has improved, and there is almost no improvement in usage and quality.

"Luckily, you haven't mastered it for too long, and there is a way to make up for it. Oh, we're here." The old dean pushed open a door.

This is a classroom.

Unlike traditional classrooms, this is an open classroom.

Some students are sitting in an open air environment and meditating.

A woman wearing a white robe and barefoot walked among the students, touching their foreheads from time to time, and uttering: "Calm down, feel the natural pulse... Adjust your breathing..."

Such things.

Seeing Junlin come in, a stream of light flashed in the white-robed barefoot woman's eyes: "I guess I have another student. Voter?"

"Yes, Talia, a tyrant voter, wants to learn magic," said the old dean.

Junlin walked over and handed his admission certificate to the other party.

Talia looked at it: "Level 2 tyrannical?"

Then she touched Junlin's arm, then placed her hand on his chest, and an invisible warm current surged into Junlin's chest, and then an electric spark exploded. Junlin instinctively wanted to take some action. The old dean said: "Don't be nervous, she is just understanding your situation."

Talia had already withdrawn her hand, and her eyes were surprised: "Golden level physical fitness? Silver level 2? This is incredible. It turns out that you are a super elite."

I'll go, you can tell it?

Junlin used dormant, and now he showed only the Black Iron Level physical fitness, but Talia actually saw his true physique directly.
To be continued...