Flowers are still flowers, trees are still trees, and the blurred colors around the world are not different.

The difference is Roger.

Roger, who woke up, was like a fish in a pond. When he looked out, the whole world seemed to shake gently in the waves. This flower, this tree, and this color seemed to turn into a painting, a flat painting. There was something behind the painting. Roger tried hard to see it, and even wanted to rush out involuntarily. However, just like the fish in the crystal fish tank, they popped back in front of this picture every time. Summer went and autumn came, Roger recovered, to be precise, he had restored all the bad habits he had before. He didn't check whether his hands had become a hand bone when he woke up in the morning.

Roger could clearly feel the existence of the origin of God, the silver eyes, the lines carved by the knife, and the ripples under the white robe, just like fragments of dreams that occasionally flashed through his mind. So Roger felt like a flame was ignited in his heart.

The necromancer's disgust of angel instinct did not dilute Rog's lustful heart, but was gradually overwhelmed by the latter. The paranoia that many nobles have was particularly obvious in Rog's. However, most nobles' way of expressing paranoia is to believe that they are nobler than civilians and superior in all places. Rog's idea is much simpler, and use the origin of the gods to create a light angel as their pet. Rog's never desire to be powerful as before, and the angels are so unforgettable. What should the god world in the sky look like. Having pets is something that a level seven magician can only do. Relying on Rog's mental power, the necromancer specifically chose to leave behind the knowledge of the magic array and the purity of the origin of the gods. When his magic power reaches the level of a third-level mage, he may be able to summon his pets.

Fis is a level nine wizard, and the Magic Laboratory is a quiet two-story building deep in the academy. Originally, with Fis's strength, no matter how high a level two, he would not be treated like this, but because Fis is also an accomplished witchcraft warrior, this is much more important than his magical strength. Because high-grade magic items are everyone's favorite.

Of course, Roger's appearance is not likable. The reason why Fis chose Roger as an apprentice was because his flattery was really good, and on the other hand, Roger withstood the test in front of Fis' many valuable gems. Roger is by no means a gentleman who never gets the rest of the way, but only understands the truth that "for the sake of great profit, the small profit must be abandoned." There is also a deep reason behind Fiss' consciousness, that is, he, a civilian, absolutely enjoys the life of being subdued by a noble. After searching for flowers and willows together several times, Fis and Roger's friendship quickly became deeper and found many common languages. However, no matter what, Fis was quite happy to see Roger who suddenly went crazy and studied magic circles and practiced magic.

"Teacher, what are the crooked symbols in the magic circle for?" "Like the spells you learned, these symbols are drawn to gather the corresponding magic energy in the space. The functions of spells drawn with different magic materials are also different. The function of a magic circle is determined by the size, type and order of the energy gathered from these gathered energy."

"Why don't there be many ways to combine magic circles?" "Of course, there are hundreds of recorded magic materials, dozens of magic energy with various pure attributes, of course, including various divine powers. In addition, the magic spells that control the size of energy, flow direction, and time, the number of combinations is endless. The existing magic circles are summarized by predecessors based on countless failures."

"What will happen if a magic circle is drawn wrongly and activated again?" As soon as Roger asked, he secretly called himself a fool. Doesn't the explosions in Fiss' laboratory tell you that it's not a problem? However, Roger's luck is really good. As a monk, Fiss's mana is not very good, but he is really proficient in the knowledge of the magic circle.

Three-quarters of the students in the Rhine Magic Academy are nobles, and lower-level nobles like Roger are often blunt. Most of the noble students are not as hard-working as civilians, but as junior mages, the gap in magic equipment allows them to fight civilian students. Due to the gap in financial resources, students from civilian origin have to use assassination to improve their magic power. Originally, Roger had neither the financial resources to buy magic equipment nor the desire to practice as civilians. Therefore, his strength is mediocre, even if he occasionally oppressed civilians, he was also the grass-roots people outside the college.

As the days passed, the weather gradually became colder. Almost everyone who knew Rogge was surprised by his changes. The short, fat and shameless guy is now either buried in the old paper pile in the library or meditating in the room every day. As the magic slowly increased, Rogge's magic finally reached the level of a third-level magician on a day when snowflakes were floating. In these days, Rogge also unexpectedly discovered that after being completely transformed, this body has explosive power and agility that is not inferior to the beast. "It's better to say that you are a monster than a person." The necromancer made a judgment. In the early stage of soul fusion, Rogge could still talk to the necromancer in consciousness. By now, the souls of the two people have completely become one, and they can't tell who is who. But obviously, this judgment can only come from the necromancer who has a very good understanding of the body structure of the human and the monster.

Another accident was mental power. One afternoon, when Rogge was fighting with "Principles of Wind Magic Formation", the silver eyes burned his nerves again. "I really want to have a fucking sip." Rogge remembered the wine glass on the table by the window. The desire for those eyes made him prepare to continue to sink in the ocean of the magic Formation, but found that the wine glass was hanging quietly in front of him. As Rogge was stunned, the wine glass hit his head heavily, and the inferior wine spilled all over. After that, Rogge

Ge found that his mental power could control moving objects. After several months of ignorant and fearless practice, Roger was finally able to throw the cat that had entered the house and snatched out of the house. This ability is troublesome and useless compared to magic, but the understanding of the origin of the world left by the Necromancer made Roger vaguely feel that this ability was extremely useful. It was not until many years later that Roger realized that he had blamed the Necromancer for wrongdoing. At this time, his foresight came from a sinister villain's natural sense of smell of conspiracy.

In any case, this great day has finally come. Roger looked at the colorful magic circles he drew in the house with almost ecstasy. This pet summoning magic circle has made considerable changes because it needs to match the origin of the gods. The pets of ordinary mages are nothing more than small monsters such as small monsters, crows, and black cats, and their uses are mostly reconnaissance. The summoned pets have the most direct and essential connection with the soul of the magician, and the death of the pets will generally cause heavy damage to the magicians. In this regard, Fis once asserted that the pets summoned by Roger are either wild boars or gophers. The mage pets are of little significance in combat, even large creatures like black tigers. Instead of fighting with pets, it is better to use summoning beasts, which are powerful and safe.

Roger's spell chanting was completed, and the magic began to inject into the magic circle bit by bit. From the outside to the inside, the magic circle symbols began to light up one by one, and various lights were intertwined. When all the magic circles lit up, the devil's roar and the sings of heaven sounded in the magic circle. Roger was sweating all over his head, and blue veins were rising, and he tried his best to support the magic circle's endless need for his magic power. A black mist slowly appeared in the center of the magic circle, and mercury-like liquid was constantly dripping.

Body. This ball of silver liquid became more and more. When there was so much human head, the mist dissipated, leaving only this ball of mercury-like substance constantly changing and rolling in the air. Roger recited another spell and placed his hand over the ball of substance. Slowly, a drop of golden water leaked out from Roger's fingertips and dripped into the ball of substance. The ball of substance suddenly squirted wildly, and balls of black mist sprayed out from it, covering the entire magic circle.

Roger sat on the side weakly, staring at the magic circle with hope, and the silver eyes flashed in front of him from time to time. Roger knew that this creature would be something that had never existed in the world. No matter what it was, he hoped that this pet could have a pair of silver eyes.
Chapter completed!