Chapter 70 Human Nature
Edith frowned. The book showed signs of being borrowed, but the part about the nonsensical diary was obviously not folded, which meant that most people skipped it - it was human nature.
It’s hard to imagine that this was written by the famous Louisa.
Time in the inner library is precious, and everyone would definitely prefer to skip these stories and go directly to the ancient spells behind them, or look at the experimental reports written by Louisa, which are obviously more likely to contain secrets.
Then Edith would do well to take a good look at these things.
"The logic of Louisa's spell has not been cracked for so many years. Either it is too difficult, or the previous people were going in the wrong direction." Edith tapped the table subconsciously with her knuckles, and suddenly realized that there were other people sitting in the library, so she put her hands away.
Langman glanced in her direction silently.
Edith lowered her head, seemingly unaware of his gaze.
She was still thinking.
"My knowledge of spells is definitely not as high as those specialized researchers. If they are all discouraged by the difficulty, I am not much better. Why not try to change the research direction?" She exhaled slowly, moved her finger to the top of the page, and reread the diary. "Ancient spells without logic are really unstable."
In the modern magic system, once a spell is invented, as long as it is recited according to the format, even if the control is not in place, there will not be so many changes. Edith's fingertips gently stroked the last few lines of the diary: "Freezing and blasting are completely two-directional attacks. Why can they be cast after reciting the same spell..."
She chose to turn to the next page to see what the so-called freezing spell was constructed of.
"Heat, wind, water." She put aside the patterns that even the teacher couldn't explain, and slowly distinguished the characters on them. The confusion in her eyes deepened, "Freezing is related to water and wind, so the explosion can barely be considered related to heat and wind..."
From the perspective of the potion, heat and wind evaporate the water, taking away the heat, and through the magic to strengthen this process, the object will naturally freeze. When the heat meets the frozen object under the strengthening of the wind, it will cause the object to explode due to uneven heating.
This can barely explain why one spell can achieve two functions at the same time. The question is how to control the spell to develop in the direction you want.
She returned her gaze to the diary again and took the initiative to read the three successful cases over and over again.
[July 23: I was so tired, so hot, and I hated the sun. I felt so uncomfortable that I cried, so I raised my magic wand and prayed. I inexplicably created a spell that could emit cold air.]
[July 31: My friend thought I was bragging when I said I invented the Freezing Spell. I was very angry and cast it again in front of him.
Stinky exploded. 】
[August 1: I held a funeral for Chouchou. I cried and cast a freezing spell for no apparent reason]
Um?
Edith suddenly had an idea and lowered her head to check again, "I was upset and angry, so I cried."
The three times the spell was cast, each seemed to be accompanied by some strong emotions, and the failed times were only briefly described. It is likely that Louisa herself did not have any emotional fluctuations.
To summarize it a little more, both times she cried were expressions of discomfort, and both times she cast the spell of freezing sickness, and the only time she was angry she cast the blasting spell.
Edith quickly flipped through the pages and found the formula for the blasting spell. After careful comparison and study, she discovered that in addition to the different order of the characters in the middle, there was also a different pattern at the beginning.
Then think of the pattern of the freezing spell as sadness, and the pattern of the blasting spell as anger - you need to find more to verify it.
Edith flipped through the pages quickly, avoiding all lab reports and long stories, and focused on the diary section. Fortunately, Louisa loved sharing, and almost every diary entry contained a lot of emotional descriptions, leaving Edith ample room for thinking.
[September 21: I ate a piece of sweet cheese bun before going to bed. I was happy and wanted to cast a sleeping spell on myself. I don’t know why it turned into an illusion and created a beautiful dream.]
[September 26: The weather is so bad today. I feel uncomfortable inside. I plan to have a fantasy to cheer myself up. Unexpectedly, I fell into the sleeping spell again. I slept until dawn. When will I be able to master the spell...]
[November 7: I seem to have some clues.]
The page numbers on this piece of paper with a hint of something written on it have been worn out and the edges are rough. It can be seen at a glance that many people have borrowed it and have been looking at it repeatedly.
Not only this one, but several pages on the edge were also covered with traces of fingernail scratches, as if someone was trying to associate what inspired Louisa through cause and effect.
Fortunately, we were not allowed to mark books with pens, otherwise these two pieces of paper would have been filled with “Tell me! What do you have in mind? Tell me!”
Edith seemed to be able to see everyone's frantic faces.
Louisa apparently understood the conditions for the transformation spell later on, which is why she was able to fill in the pattern marks before those ancient spells. However, for some reason, she did not write down the meaning of those patterns in this biography.
She eventually took the secret into her coffin, where it lay dormant for countless years.
"'Feeling uncomfortable in my heart' and crying should both be understood as sadness... As expected, the patterns before the two spells are the same."
After verifying her guess, Elise hurriedly searched through the book and memorized the labels of various emotions. She closed her eyes and went over the ancient spell created by Louisa in her mind.
She couldn't wait to go out and experiment, so she grabbed the book and walked deeper into the library, making sure Langman couldn't see her before raising her hands.
Although her wand had to be pawned outside, fortunately, she was a wizard who could cast spells with bare hands.
Edith whispered the simplest light spell.
A small ball of light appeared in her hand, with a little warmth, but not enough to illuminate anything. Edith slowly tightened her palm, extinguished the ball of light, closed her eyes and began to brew her emotions.
[August 13: The cave is so dark! I was a little scared but couldn't say it, so I had to go ahead... I wanted to use an explosion spell to clear the rubble, but I didn't expect that a ball of light would be created in the end, and the cave was illuminated. I found that the captain also had tears in the corners of his eyes, hahahaha, he was actually crying secretly - and then the ball of light went out.]
[The captain came over in the darkness and pinched my neck. I felt very angry. Woohoo.]
The meaning of this symbol should be fear.
Edith relaxed her body. She hadn't expected that the most difficult part of this matter would be the immersive emotional experience, and she was not a person with great emotional fluctuations.
Fear?
Edith forced herself to recall her mother's death, and the powerlessness and fear she felt while lying beside her mother's bed, watching her mother decay. At the same time, the spell slowly took shape in her mouth, and a slight burning sensation also emerged.
Edith slowly opened her eyes.
The ball of light before my eyes was as warm as the sun.
She subconsciously took a step forward. Compared to the fingernail-sized light ball just now, the light ball now was as big as four of her fists. Edith drove away the painful memories from her mind and began to recall her time with Hedda over the past year. A faint sense of joy emerged in her mind, and the huge light ball disappeared in an instant.
Langman, who realized something was wrong and turned back, just missed this scene.
...Nothing? It seems I am too nervous.
Langman breathed a sigh of relief and continued to immerse himself in the world of the magic circle.
Edith hid behind the bookshelf and covered her mouth.
it works.
Those inexplicable symbols are really pronouns for emotions.
No wonder no one has figured it out for all these years - the modern magic system believes that magic is fair, logical, and has mathematical beauty, and can be performed stably as long as the skills are mastered.
Who would have thought that ancient spells required the most ethereal emotions to activate?
Under these conditions, it is hard to understand why these spells have been lost. In extremely tense games or struggles, it is difficult for mages to adjust their emotions in time, and spells such as joy and happiness are even more useless. Stable modern spells are obviously more in line with everyone's needs.
But those fancy spells, such as hypnosis, hallucination, and laughter, can still be very useful in adjusting emotions when the situation is not so urgent.
Edith breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in her seat.
The next thing to do is to memorize all the ancient spells in this book. If you have spare time, you can find a few more spell books to memorize.
…
A week later.
The academy held the competition at a rate of ten games a day, and finally, three days after the official start, it was Edith and Langman's turn.
It was a Friday afternoon, and most people had no classes, so the stands were packed. This was probably the most interesting match of the round, and Edith was the topic of conversation among all grades, so many students who had classes skipped classes to watch.
Edith sat obediently in the lounge, listening to Bell's chatter.
"Don't be impulsive. I watched clips of Langman's previous matches. He is used to using ancient spells when he is at a disadvantage, which often turns the situation around in one move."
"But don't worry. I've seen that his performance is not very stable. He often makes mistakes in aiming or shooting at the wrong range."
"Kill him!" Heda was in high spirits and interrupted, "Rush to the new world and let all the ants in the world bow down to your magic wand—"
Mulin covered her mouth at the right time.
Bell was interrupted and forgot what he was going to say. Tuttle then pretended to walk forward casually, coughed twice and began to remind him: "If you see the opponent chanting an incomprehensible spell and casting a purple halo, don't hesitate, just run to the side, even out of the ring. Losing is only temporary, don't lose your life."
Bell slapped his head and said, "I was wondering if I forgot something. Yes, that's it. Langman's purple aura seems to release toxins. Once contaminated, one will quickly become poisoned. Although no students have died from poisoning so far, the strength of those who have been contaminated has declined to varying degrees. It's better to be careful."
Edith agreed to all the requests. At this moment, she heard a whistle outside the window, took off her cloak and stood up.
"This is the tour guide booth. I am tour guide number one."
"I'm number two."
Before the competition officially started, the commentator turned on the microphone in advance to liven up the atmosphere.
Number One: “The first game here on Friday is our freshman Edith Griffin versus Longman Giles.
Before the game, we interviewed many students passing by and found that the support rate between the two was basically 3:7. ”
Number Two: "Wow, that's quite a big gap. So who is the number seven?"
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