Free Web NovelChapter 167: Chapter 27 I Mastered the Power of Magic
Naruto swallowed hard, feeling his breathing become extremely rapid. Betty had already told him that this step was the key factor in determining whether he would be able to become a magician or not.
"Naruto, watch closely, now sit down like this," Betty said as she took a seat on the chair, and Naruto immediately mimicked Betty’s posture and sat down as well.
"This is the method of magic meditation. Close your eyes and try to empty your mind, don’t think about anything at all," Betty whispered softly, recalling how she had learned magic this very same way.
"Okay!" Naruto sounded very nervous as he closed his eyes and tried hard to follow Betty’s method.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, rubbing his head. He was still marinating the pork chops, thinking he might try Betty’s meditation method that night.
Chen Ze peeked out and saw Betty with her eyes closed, her hands resting on the table, and Naruto opposite her mimicking the exact same movements.
"That’s hard on the eyes..." Chen Ze shook his head silently. The two looked like they were engaged in some sort of bizarre performance art, and it appeared embarrassingly peculiar.
However, Chen Ze wasn’t very optimistic about the outcome of this meditation session, knowing that Naruto was impetuous, especially the Naruto of now.
It’s difficult for a child to have patience and then to also try to empty his thoughts completely, Chen Ze thought.
To Chen Ze, emptying one’s mind was more akin to zoning out, not thinking about anything. But for Naruto, perhaps it would turn into an opportunity for a midday nap?
Chen Ze also wondered, if Naruto really mastered magic, what unique changes might it bring to the world of Naruto? ƒгeewebnovёl.com
The thought of Naruto facing Uchiha Madara in the future made Chen Ze want to laugh.
Uchiha Madara: "Do you also wish to dance?"
Naruto: "Wait for me, I am preparing a forbidden curse."
Or even a closer scenario, where Naruto learned magic and cast a Flame Burst Spell smack in the face of Zabuza Momochi, that would certainly be interesting.
But the most crucial thing was whether Naruto himself could learn magic and wield the power of the magic world.
The restaurant was quiet when Chen Ze dropped the pork chops into the frying pan, making a sizzling sound.
"The curry is about done too. I’ll slice up the pork chops and serve them, and then for today’s dessert, let’s make a big chiffon cake," Chen Ze said as he took out the flour from the fridge.
The Magic Circle faintly twinkled, and Chen Ze, frowning, felt a sensation, and then he noticed the Nine-Tails inside Naruto’s seal was trying to break through, but was restrained by the purple light of the Magic Circle. freёweɓnovel.com
"How did I forget about that guy?" Chen Ze slapped his forehead, almost forgetting about the Nine-Tails inside Naruto.
Through the Magic Circle, Chen Ze observed the big fox, which seemed restless, its tails moving restlessly.
"What did Naruto do? He shouldn’t be able to sense the Nine-Tails yet, should he?" Chen Ze pondered as he walked out frowning.
He suspected it had something to do with letting Naruto practice magic; that was the only possibility.
Betty, seeing Chen Ze approach, raised her...index finger, signaling Chen Ze not to speak.
Chen Ze took a deep breath, furious at the mischievous succubus. She definitely wanted to flip him off but changed at the last moment.
"Boss~ Little Naruto seems to have already sensed the magic elements," Betty whispered into Chen Ze’s ear.
Chen Ze looked at Naruto in astonishment. Was this the talent of the Child of the Plane? To have such an aptitude for magic training, Chen Ze was even more excited about Naruto’s future life.
"How long will it take?" Chen Ze asked. After all, Naruto was there for a meal, and moreover, what if someone with a loud voice came in and disturbed Naruto?
"It depends on one’s talent," Betty said with embarrassment as she scratched her head. She usually couldn’t stay in a meditative state for more than ten seconds before snapping out of it automatically.
It was precisely for this reason that Betty became known as an inferior member of the Succubus Clan.
"So, how long do you think it will take?" Chen Ze glanced at his phone, it was almost time to put the chiffon cake in the oven.
"Hmm... A genius might take two hours, average just five minutes?" Betty offered her estimate, given that it was her first time meditating. It was unlikely to last very long unless she was the illegitimate child of the Goddess of Magic.
One must know that a person’s spirit has its limits. Ordinary people who have never been in contact with magic can easily have their spirits overwhelmed by magic power, leading to an automatic termination of the meditation process.
Chen Ze rolled his eyes; he knew there had to be a reason why he kept finding search histories on forums every time he opened his computer.
Betty must have visited a forum and then picked up some odd bits of knowledge.
Chen Ze randomly thought of the viral meme that had been popular recently.
Betty: My weird knowledge has increased!
Chen Ze almost couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Imagining Betty, with her looks, making that dumbfounded expression was truly quite humorous.
"Then make sure you take care of the guests, and explain the situation to them. Most of them should be understanding," Chen Ze said as he checked his phone, signaling it was time to bake the cake.
"Flemea, you faithless one, today is the day you die!" a knight shouted, raising his shield to block Flemea’s dragon breath.
"Archmage Terez, how do you plan to divide this dragon?" From behind the crowd, a burly man watched the white-bearded old man standing next to him with a cold gaze.
"Captain Foss, our Mage Association made the greatest contribution this time. I’ll take half of this dragon. You have no objections, right?" Terez held his magic wand and eyed Flemea ahead.
Red Dragon, a beast whose entire body was a treasure. Dragon blood was a precious alchemy ingredient, and dragon scales were an excellent item for crafting defenses against fire-based magic.
"The dragon’s bones are mine," a Necromancer chuckled.
"As you wish," the knight and the Mage exchanged glances, with no objections.
This was a Transcendent existence, a Necromancer whose backing forces they also did not want to offend.
Flemea was breathing heavily, blood dripping from her wounds, burning small holes in the ground.
"Hurry up, you bastards! This dragon blood is worth three hundred gold coins per drop!" Foss stomped his feet in frustration.
Flemea raised her head, gathering magic power in her mouth and sprayed a breath of dragon flames towards Foss.
"Ha ha, beast, you think you can harm me with that?" Foss laughed as he sliced through the dragon breath with his greatsword.
"Weakening!" The Necromancer raised his hand, and Flemea, powerless under the curse, collapsed to the ground.
Now was the time to divide the spoils of battle.
Flemea gasped for air. She wasn’t afraid of death. She looked up at the sky where a figure stood; she knew it was her father, watching her from high above.
Next to her father, there were two other specters, the Heroic Spirits of the Dragon God. Flemea understood that she would be cast into the Soul Abyss.
"Life of a Dragon..." Flemea closed her eyes.
