Although one has to pray every day to master spells, Lu Ban feels that if he can learn one or two, it will be very useful even if it is just making fireballs.

Originally, he had no faith, but now if the gods of the Kingdom of Darkness were willing to give him some power, Lu Ban wouldn't mind believing in them. It didn't cost any money anyway, so he might as well believe in them a little.

"First, you need to go through a simple ceremony to connect to the Grey Tower's magic network, sign an agreement, and become a spellcaster recognized by the magic network. This step is usually done when we are fourteen years old in the Grey Tower. I have a basic template here, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Once you become a spellcaster of the magic network, you will have the authority to pray to the gods in the magic network for spells. At the beginning, you may only have one or two spells, but as you continue to use magic, or continue to learn, or become a chosen one of a certain god, in the end, everyone can generally obtain about ten commonly used spell slots. Strong people may have more."

"Well, the process of praying is a bit complicated. If I explain it in words you can understand, you can think of it as a three-way handshake between the caster and the magic network."

"In the first handshake, you first extend your hand to the magic net and wait for the god in it to respond. After the god receives your prayer, he will give you a response and tell you that he has heard it. This is the second handshake. Finally, when you hear the god's response, you have to continue praying and tell the god that you have received his response. At this time, the third handshake is established, and you can receive the knowledge bestowed by the god."

"Finally, all you need to do is to be connected to the magic net after midnight every day and then pray for spells. These spells will be injected into your brain through the magic net and become temporary knowledge. Then you can cast spells."

"Of course, these spells are essentially gifts from the gods, not your own. So once zero o'clock passes, this knowledge will disappear, and all you have to do is pray again and ask for spells."

After Xia finished talking, she looked at Lu Ban with an expression that said “it’s very simple, right?”

Lu Ban didn't understand. He was now a little glad that the fantasy movies he had watched did not give any detailed descriptions of the composition of magic.

It seems that the story about a poor student in this world becoming a genius after traveling to a magical world is 100% fabricated.

"It's very simple. We can try it now. However, this foreign land is different from our world, so connecting to the magic network may not be smooth. Sometimes it may take a long time for the gods to respond."

Xia took out a piece of parchment and a quill from somewhere, and then quickly wrote words on the paper, forming something similar to a contract document.

"Here, this is the most basic spellcaster protocol, usually used to let children experience spells. It only lasts for one hour. Let's try it first."

Xia became quite interested when talking about these things.

It's like the expression of a top student whose greatest interest when he's at home on vacation and has nothing to do is to do past college entrance examination papers, when he sees that the last question of the last big question in the Jiangcheng college entrance examination mathematics last year has three solutions.

Lu Ban took the parchment. He had never seen the words on it before, but he was able to understand it quickly.

This is not a contract to sell your soul to the devil, but just a document similar to a user agreement.

He didn't understand how Xia managed to remember such complicated content. Lu Ban took a careful look at it and found it was basically the same as the documents for purchasing electronic products.

He signed his name.

"Next, you just need to say this sentence as written here, and then you can try your first handshake."

Xia pointed to a passage on the parchment.

Lu Ban read out those words.

"Watcher of the Grey Tower, I ask you for knowledge, truth, and all that is true about all things."

Just after he finished reading, Lu Ban felt that the area around him suddenly became dark.

The light from the campfire became extremely dim, and even the night sky became dark. He could not see Xia beside him, as if he was alone in the void. In such a void, there seemed to be stars lighting up.

"Um?"

Lu Ban soon discovered that although there were stars in the sky, these stars seemed to be unwilling to pay attention to him and were just twinkling alone.

"Anyone there?"

Lu Ban asked.

There was no response.

"Is it because we are in a foreign land that the delay is higher?"

When people play domestic games abroad, the delay will also increase. Lu Ban thinks it is the same as Huita's spell.

He waited for a while, and the stars that were originally visible suddenly went out one by one.

It was like, I came out to watch the fun out of curiosity, but after finding out it was Lu Ban, I went home.

"???"

Lu Ban felt very hurt.

He waited for a while, but still no stars responded to him. Lu Ban felt that the surroundings were getting brighter and brighter. Soon, he saw the campfire, the silver desert, the camels and luggage, and Xia who was wearing armor beside him.

"So, what spell did you pray?"

The girl looked over excitedly.

“…Is there something wrong? It seems like no God is responding to me?”

Lu Ban said with some hesitation.

"That's impossible. Even if you are an ordinary person, as long as you sign this contract, you will definitely be noticed by the magic network. Even if you can't pray for a spell, there will be a god who will respond to you."

Xia seemed a little surprised and flipped through the book hurriedly, but did not get any relevant explanation.

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible."

She was a little messy.

"Could it be that this place is too far away, so your God can't be found?"

Lu Ban tried to ask.

"I just prayed for a spell, there's no way it won't work... unless..."

Xia suddenly fell silent.

"Remember what I just said? If you want to use the magic of the magic network, you need to pray to the gods, and then improve the number of spells you can use through your own learning and practice."

"However, there is another type of people who can connect to the magic network as soon as they are born. In other words, when these people are born, they are chosen by a god, and only this god can respond to their prayers."

"The Gray Tower calls this kind of people 'the Chosen One'."

"?"

Lu Ban felt that this was a serious problem.

The Chosen One of the Silent Land and this Chosen One are obviously two different things, otherwise Xia would not have come here.

He was just an ordinary young man, so how come he was chosen by the gods of the Gray Tower?

Or is it that this god is not from the Gray Tower, but comes from his own world?

Thinking of the stars he had seen at Jiangcheng Grand Theater, Lu Ban suddenly realized something.

"Could it be that at that time..."

"Over in your Gray Tower, what happens to these Chosen Ones?"

Lu Ban asked curiously.

"Praying to the gods and getting a response to your spells is completely different from being watched by the gods. The former is just borrowing the knowledge of the gods, while the latter is being chased by the knowledge of the gods. The history of the Gray Tower records the chosen ones of the gods..."

Xia considered her words and then answered.

“They all died miserably.”