Chapter 414 Sister, Are You Rubbing High-Energy Particles with Your Bare Hands?

Bernard climbed up to the dragon's lair with great difficulty, but before he could stand still, he was lured by the phantom and rushed into the depths of the cave to attack Long Wei. Finally, the result was good. With all his strength, he finally broke through to the level of an eighth-level warrior, and then was knocked over by the silver dragon's wings...

After adapting to the power obtained through the advancement, he joined Gretel in a twists and turns, and together they went to find the Silver Dragon to express his gratitude. Then, out of politeness, I sat across the long table with my boss and listened to Ophelia's lecture:

"You want to show the current? It's quite simple." Ophelia picked up the silver pot with patterns and poured black tea into their cups one by one from left to right. The warm tea steamed up a thin mist, and Yinlong's fingertips lightly curled up, condensing the mist into a thin layer:

"Look, first, we condense a cloud. Do you know this magic?"

Grete nodded quickly, with envy on his face. The first-level magic in the Conjuration Department, Hidden Mist, can summon a circle of fog that surrounds the caster. Of course he can do this magic, although the speed is not that fast and the mist it attracts is not so uniform. Well, it’s mainly because I don’t need it and I’m too lazy to practice...

But no matter how hard he practiced, he still couldn't do it like Yinlong, who could condense a small cloud with just a snap of his fingers, thick and thin, even and unusual. Then again, controlling clouds and mist seems to be the instinct of the silver dragon?

He glanced at Cerela furtively. Cerira, however, had no sense of "secretly" and made a face directly at him:

"I can do it too! Well, I just can't do what my aunt is..."

"Cerela is still young." Ophelia smiled warmly at her niece, then turned to Gretel:

"This magic was created by us to entertain the child. She is not old enough to use it yet. Look -"

As he spoke, his fingertips moved slightly, and a dazzling light danced high and low in the clouds. Gretel's breath tightened, and he threw himself in front of the cloud screen, almost putting his nose against it:

"Light scattering - no, no, this is not light, this is -"

Halfway through, he swallowed it back, hurriedly grabbed a piece of silk and a glass rod, and wiped it vigorously. After wiping for a while, I used a glass rod to absorb a few scraps of paper, and then cautiously approached the cloud screen. Three millimeters, two millimeters, one millimeter...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, suddenly, the shredded paper swayed on the tip of the glass rod without any wind!

"It's not light, it's electricity!" Gretel suddenly raised his head, staring closely at Ophelia who was smiling gently, with shock on his face:

"Is it electricity - or is it magnetism?!"

The appearance of light and shadow in the clouds and fog is related to electricity... ionization? High-energy particles? ! Sister, it’s okay to rub the cloud chamber with your hands, but high-energy particles? !

Even for Silver Dragon, you are too strong!

"The little mage is pretty good!" Ophelia looked at Gretel in surprise. It is already quite good to be able to prove the electric field using this simple method; but he actually goes one step further and can associate electricity with magnetism?

Whether it is imagination or the foundation of arcane magic, he is considered outstanding.

"Yes, it is indeed electricity and magnetism." She waved away the clouds with a smile and pointed out the window:

"We live in this dragon's nest. When the weather is good at night, colorful light curtains often appear in the northern sky. We just watched and played, and as we watched, we figured out this gadget."

She spoke in an understated tone, as if nothing had happened, but she was extremely proud of herself. Although the level is not high and there is no fighting ability except for illusions, it is really impossible to do it without the background of an adult silver dragon. Hey, it's a pity that my brother doesn't know anything about it, nor do his fellow clan members, so they don't think it's any different from the phantom technique...

She looked to the left, Cerela had a bored look on her face, and all she had written on her face was "It's just a gadget to entertain the children." She looked to the right, and Bernard was still confused, holding a small biscuit in his hand, eager to He even poured the plate into his mouth.

Hey, my little cookie! I baked it hard! If you swallow it like this, can you taste it?

Forget it, it was a mistake to expect his niece. As for the barbarian, he shouldn't expect anything from him. Ophelia looked at Gretel again, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she was sincerely happy:

Grete looked straight at her, slowly opening her mouth, eyes shining brightly. Looking at it like that, I just want to fall to the ground. Well, it seems that he is a knowledgeable person and knows the difficulty of this spell!

Gretel was indeed about to fall over. It was made by studying the aurora... I made this display screen by studying the aurora...

Not relying on instruments or equipment, but purely relying on the physical body to feel the earth's magnetic field and the flow of high-energy charged particles, as well as the luminous phenomenon of the particle flow colliding with atoms, and even made magic based on this!

Boss, I can’t even imagine how brave you are!

Gretel's admiration made Ms. Silver Dragon feel very good. She dispersed the clouds and condensed them again. The light and shadow on the cloud screen changed, and the magic fluctuations were so slight that you could hardly feel it if you didn't pay attention:

"As for your request, just guide the current out and connect it to the clouds. How about it, do you want to learn now?"

"Please teach me, Ms. Ophelia." Grete immediately lowered his head and saluted:

"For this, as long as it's a price within my ability, I'm willing to pay -"

"Haha, there's no need to pay. After all, you helped me and Serira." Ms. Silver Dragon waved her hand kindly. There was a clanging sound behind her, she raised her fingers, and a new plate of baked cookies flew out of the oven and landed in front of Gretel:

"However, there is no cost for learning ready-made magic. It is still necessary for me to improve the magic. In this way, as tuition, you will live here until the snow closes the mountains. During this time, you can deal with the people who come to me for medical treatment. Leave everything to you. How about it?"

"That's great, madam!" Gretel's eyes lit up and he immediately agreed:

"Thank you for your generosity!"

There is a new patient! New race, new disease! If you can't handle it, there will still be people who tell the truth. You can't even ask for such a good opportunity!

Grete began his study career. This little magic that didn't even have a name was named Ophelia's Aurora Screen after Grete asked Ms. Silver Dragon for her permission. The requirements for casting spells are not high, and the intensity of the magic wave is only level 1 at most.

But the learning process is difficult to describe. Ms. Silver Dragon taught her in every possible way, and her words were dry, but Grete could only condense the clouds, but could not make the clouds fluctuate. His stubbornness simply made Ophelia irritable:

"Do you understand? Do you understand? Since you understand, why can't you cast such a simple magic? - That guy Deskard also said that you are a genius, how can you be a genius!"

Grete: "..." Where is the simplicity? Do you see how I look like Ultraman Tiga? I can use high-energy particle cannons at will?

I can't even flick a coin to rub the electromagnetic gun!

In the end, there was no other way around it. Ms. Silver Dragon went into seclusion for seven days and nights, shedding more than one dragon scale. She finally got rid of her instinctive state of casting spells and successfully drew a diagram of the magic structure. Grete memorized the architecture diagram by rote, and when he finally succeeded in casting the spell, Ophelia looked at him with a look that was already like a piece of rotten wood:

Should we send him away?

Should we send him down the mountain now?

While he was struggling, the wings flapped loudly at the door of the dragon's nest, and a loud voice shouted:

"Lady! Lady of Radiant Scales!—Help!"