Norman didn’t know that Franklin would give him this note because it was worthless-except that it was written in an old saying, it was full of nonsense, and all the things were imaginary and worthless.
How is it possible to enter meditation without knowing god? How can there be no magic sea and cracked earth in meditation? Franklin has never recorded anything about his nationality. Franklin has never heard of such a thing. It is nonsense. Obviously, this guy Adrian is also a mage apprentice. He has been crazy for years and imagined all this.
This made Franklin regret buying the notes because the notes were written in an old saying and cheap. Norman seemed to like the sample notes, so Franklin gave them to Norman. This is also a way out-in case Norman is developed in the future, maybe he can remember this delicious and delicious period and finally give him kindness. He’ll make money then, and all he’s paid is that he doesn’t have to take notes, so it’s worthwhile.
Of course, Norman didn’t know that he was still looking at this note to kill time.
"I began to meditate for the first time, shaking the stars, and the teacher said it was good."
Sixteen?
The so-called shaking star should be shaking the star, right? Norman can’t remember how many times he shook it for the first time, but he remembers a lot less than 100, but it’s definitely more than 16. From this point of view, he is better than this Adrian guy
"There’s not much magic left from the crack. I’m sad. The teacher said there would be a way."
Flowing through the cracks? So the magic should be those stars falling from the sky, right? Norman didn’t know that magic had grown like snow and fell to the ground like water.
Norman just watched as he passed by bit by bit.
I don’t know how long it has passed. He smelled a strong smell of alcohol and heard a hiccup on his head. When he looked up, he found that Thomas, an old drunkard, had returned.
Thomas, an old drunkard, is trying to keep his eyes open. Norman took a look at the notebook in his hand, then at Norman’s face, and then at the notebook and then at Norman’s face. It seems that Norman couldn’t help but ask, "What are you looking at?"
Thomas first belched for a long time and exhaled a strong breath of alcohol, then slurred his words and said, "Nothing … Nothing …"
After that, he staggered forward, passed Norman’s side and reached this wall and that door. He felt for a long time, touched out the key and opened the backhand door.
This madness is even hotter today than the previous two days, and as a result, he ran home to sleep again.
Norman thought of himself this way, but he got up and leaned to the door through the crack of the door and kept shouting, "Hey, Thomas, let me go in and sleep and watch me buy you a drink!" But after shouting for a long time, Thomas didn’t open the door, and finally he was able to return to the wall.
Norman couldn’t read the notes after being disturbed by Thomas, and he began to think of things.
Will the black wizard named Lambert accept him as a student? ……
Chapter 52 Can’t open the door
Lambert, the black-robed mage in Colin’s mouth, lives in the second district. Norman arrived in this district shortly after 2 o’clock struck. After looking for the location in Colin’s shape, he successfully found the black-robed mage’s home.
It’s a three-story building with neat stones piled up in frontispiece, but it’s very common to simply build a door. If no one gives directions, I don’t know that this is the residence of the black-robed mage … Peggy said that all wizards will be canonized by nobles. Before Norman, he always went to a small castle like Master Barton’s to find such an inconspicuous house. No wonder he never found it. I really didn’t expect the black-robed mage to live in such a low-key and humble way.
Compared with other districts, pedestrians in the second district are more prominent, and there are many streets with few people. Now there are two or three people at the end of this street.
Norman consciously looked around, adjusted his clothes, touched his hair, made sure everything was the same as Gawain’s instructions, and then went to the door and knocked on it gently.
He kept in mind Gawain’s warning that knocking too much would arouse the mage’s disgust, so he knocked twice and stopped, then waited quietly in front of the door.
No response for a long time
Didn’t hear it?
Norman knocked at the door again, this time deliberately knocking a few more times and then waiting at the door, but after half a day, no one came to open the door.
Then Norman heard a voice coming from behind him.
"Stop knocking. It’s a magic door. If you knock again, people inside won’t hear you."
Norman turned around and saw a fat man a few steps behind him. His eyes smiled and looked very kind, about sixteen or seventeen years old.
Fat is dressed in black and white, which looks good, but it is not cheap. On the left hand side of fat, there is a guy in his twenties who looks like a servant in gray.
"Hello"
This fat first to Norman a greeting "I am Gotha? Brown "
Norman also said his name "Norman" and then asked him, "Did you just say magic? What is that? "
Fat Gotha explained, "This door is enchanted. Only the owner of this magic door allows guests to enter, and no one will hear anything in it even if you knock too hard. Magicians like it quietly. The sales of this door have always been good …"
It turns out that this door has been enchanted! This also makes Norman more sure that living here is indeed Lambert, the black wizard. He has not found the wrong place.
"Are you here to see Master Lambert, too?"
This fat Gotha with a big smile is very talkative. Just seeing Norman, he seems to be familiar with friends and chatting together. "You should not be noble, right? (Norman shook his head) It is true that there are so many black wizards in Cardenas, and there are probably Lambert wizards who can accept us civilians as students … "
It’s just after 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and it’s not long before it’s early morning, but even in the morning and summer, the sun is very poisonous. The fat Gotha can’t stand the big sun for a while, and the sweat on his forehead seeps out drop by drop, and he can’t stand it after wiping it.
"We don’t want this place. Let’s talk to the shadow side over there."
Probably the fat man was born afraid of heat, but Norman didn’t feel how hot it was, but he nodded and went to the opposite side with Gotha-the room there just blocked the sun and shed a shadow, which was very cool to watch, and Lambert’s house could be seen opposite Lambert’s house, so if Lambert suddenly opened the door, he would miss it.
Norman came here and sat down directly. The fat Gotha paid attention to letting his servant spread a piece of cloth before sitting down.
"Where did you study from?"
"Franklin"
"Mr Franklin? I know it’s a nice gentleman in the third district. I heard that the ability of old saying is as good as that of many black wizards, but it’s a pity that he is a mage apprentice … "
"Master apprentice?"
"That is, they call themselves’ grey wizards’ and they are actually apprentices and black wizards are the real wizards. You don’t even know this? Then let me tell you something … "
Gotha knows a lot more than Franklin’s students. Togo explained Norman and finally got a general understanding of the profession of "mage"
The talents who can cast spells are real mages. There are also grades in the mage according to the level of ability from low to high. The black robe mage, the red robe mage, the blue robe mage and the white robe mage have a default classification, that is, the mage apprentice refers to the person who knows all the knowledge of the mage but can cast spells by himself. People come between ordinary people and the mage Franklin.
The two men chatted and chatted. This afternoon passed. Gotha went to lunch and left first. Norman continued to wait here to open the door. At noon, Gotha came again. Just like Norman, they waited and waited for a real chat. So they chatted for another afternoon until 7 o’clock rang before they dispersed separately.
In this way, three days passed.
Norman and Gotha, two carefree brothers, sit opposite Lambert’s house and wait for the door to open every day, but it never opens.
"Mr. Lambert among these black wizards of Cá rdenas is an alien. He is interested in cocktail parties and communication, but he is not interested in spells. It is common for him to stay indoors for more than ten days. A black wizard once said a joke that he can stay in this small building for a generation if possible …"
"When he is a student, it’s harder than when he is a student with a black robe mage. He often follows him to do spell experiments. He can’t come out for a few days or ten days. Although he can eat and drink and take a bath, he doesn’t worry about anything, but people who don’t come out in the room will suffocate. Not everyone is like him …"
This kind of person is the most feared guy of the Knights Templar.
The Knights Templar are not afraid of powerful guys, cunning guys and wise guys, but they are afraid of this kind of faceless guy! Because the other party doesn’t show up and don’t give Norman a chance to contact, then they can’t search each other’s phase data. Without data, there is no way to analyze it, and there is no way to formulate countermeasures. They can wait for Norman with their eyes open and dry.
But waiting is not the way. After all, time is running out.
I have been waiting for three days in vain, but there is no result. It is less than half a month since the entrance examination, and the most desperate thing is that this kind of waiting is the end when I don’t know. After all, according to Gotha, this Lambert can stay indoors for more than ten days, and he may not come out until the entrance examination day.
But there was nowhere else to go but Lambert.
According to Fat Gotha, he has visited several black-robed wizards in Cá rdenas, but because of his civilian status, the black-robed wizards were unwilling to accept him as a student and didn’t even want to listen to him. In the end, he was able to try his luck here in Lambert, which is why Gotha continued to be willing to wait even after waiting for three days in vain.
Because for civilians like them, this is the last hope.
Although it is not the way to wait, they can continue to wait-of course, the Knights Templar will not hang themselves from a tree. They are ready to take the entrance examination and even begin to make a second development plan.
On the fourth night, just as Norman and Gotha chatted for another day, they were ready to break up and go back to bed in the evening, and the door that they would never open finally opened.
Chapter 53 Lambert
Norman came to Lambert, and a black-robed mage had to be in his forties. After all, Franklin, a mage apprentice, was nearly forty, but Lambert’s age was beyond his expectation.
The black wizard is not very short, but his body is very thin, his skin is pale, and he looks weak and weak. At most, he is in his twenties. He is very young. He wears a black robe and embroidered several gold lines along the sleeves and the hem of the robe. It is simple but dignified, and a golden six-pointed star is embroidered on the chest of his robe. If he leans slightly, it is a black round badge and the color difference between the robe is very small. If Norman is not outstanding, he may not notice that this is a black badge like the robe.
That should be the badge of Master Lambert.
There are four people coming out of Lambert’s house, except Lambert, who is wearing a black robe. Several of them are younger, and each of them is only 16 or 17 years old at most, and they are all dressed very decently. At first glance, they are not ordinary civilians.