The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"Close your eyes, shift your attention away from yourself, and let it spread to your surroundings, feeling that omnipresent power."

Lorraine took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and calmed herself down.

He couldn't feel anything at first.

He could hear Eileen's soft breathing beside him, the occasional footsteps of passersby on the street outside the window, the sound of wheels rolling over the cobblestones, Piper's singing next door, and even the distant sound of the temple bells.

He began to try to distract himself from the sounds.

But he soon found that the harder he tried, the clearer he could hear.

So he simply let his attention wander and entered a state of giving up.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, but Lorraine felt her body being swept by an indescribable wave.

This was not something that any of his familiar senses could capture; it was more like an instinctive intuition, like being able to sense someone standing in front of him even with his eyes closed.

He frowned slightly, trying to extend his senses outward along that slight fluctuation.

Lorraine's consciousness drifted in the void.

He quickly realized that what had just swept over him was not a fluctuation at all; it was more like a ribbon being blown by the wind, and the edge of this ribbon had accidentally touched him.

The magic net, it really is a net, a net made of countless ribbons of magical power!

Lorraine suddenly opened her eyes and found a fine layer of sweat on her cheeks, while the plate in front of Eileen, who was sitting opposite her, was already empty.

"What's wrong? There's no movement?" she asked.

"I think I can feel the magical bindings, but I don't know how to describe the feeling."

Lorraine nodded deeply, feeling a heartfelt joy. He could truly sense the magic network; he had the talent to become a mage!

Eileen glanced at the time, stared blankly for a moment, and suddenly felt a little doubtful about life.

It's only been a short while, hasn't it?

Bloodline warlocks are more likely to sense the magic network, but it shouldn't be that easy, right? Could he really be a gifted warlock?

No...impossible. This guy must have had some incredible luck. He probably just happened to run into a surge of magical energy, which is why he was able to sense the magic network so easily.

"It took about an hour, which isn't fast, but it's alright," she said stubbornly.

"Perceiving it is only the first step; what follows is the key."

She leaned forward slightly, flipped through the thick book in front of Lorraine a few times, and gently tapped a passage with her finger, saying:

"Next, you need to know how to extract magic from the magic network. Even if you are born with this skill, knowing the principle and being able to use it are different."

If you want to advance on the path of a spellcaster, you must know exactly how you cast spells.

This way you can make your spells more stable, and even actively produce some subtle changes.

Furthermore, this is a fundamental skill you must learn if you want to learn new spells.

I believe you're not just the kind of warlock who thinks casting a few basic spells is enough.

"certainly."

Lorraine strained to look away from the astonishingly round shape before her and instead gazed at the pages of the book on the table, which contained concise instructions on how to extract magic.

It's roughly like this: do this, do that, and do this again. Okay, you've succeeded. Go and cast the spell!

Fortunately, there were annotations on it, with her fluent handwriting detailing how to extract the appropriate amount of mana from the fluctuations of the magic network.

They then use incantations and gestures to shape it into the form they need, and finally release it using materials or magical artifacts.

"Very good. Try to use your mind to guide the net and change its shape."

Eileen nodded in satisfaction, acknowledging his attitude, and eagerly anticipating his next embarrassing moment.

She decided to give Lorraine a real shock; once he discovered how difficult it was to manipulate the magic network, it would be her turn to shine.

Hum hum!

Then this guy will realize how fortunate he is to have received guidance from a genius mage like himself!

Thinking about this, Eileen couldn't help but hum softly to herself.

Spiritual guidance...

Lorraine closed his eyes again thoughtfully, and this time he quickly entered that meditative state, successfully capturing the omnipresent fluctuations of the magic network around him.

But how do you guide a net?

He tried to imagine his spirit wrapping around a "magical ribbon" and then pulling it toward him.

The ribbon was tugged like a harp string, causing an invisible ripple to spread across the magic net, but nothing actually happened.

"Uh... I think I just tapped the magic net, is that considered a channeling?"

Lorraine was somewhat confused.

"Wh...what? What does it mean to flick the magic net?"

Eileen's mouth gaped slightly; she simply couldn't imagine how something like the magic net could be described using the verb "bounce."

Shouldn't we separate a strand of that magical flow and then reshape it with our own spirit?

"I'm not quite sure either..." He explained to her in detail the process of "playing" the instrument.

"You wrapped the mana tract with your spirit? And you even flicked it?!"

Eileen felt that she could understand the individual words Lorraine spoke, but when put together, they sounded so unfamiliar.

"Uh...isn't that wrong?"

"It's not a matter of right or wrong, it's... I've never seen a mage try this before and succeed. Perhaps it's because you're a warlock, and your methods of channeling are different from a mage's?" she said.

"Then what should I do?" Lorraine asked, confused.

How am I supposed to teach this... Eileen rubbed her head, finally understanding how teachers feel when they encounter those eccentric students.

"Then consider it as you being able to guide now. Next, I will teach you how to release fire arrows. Watch carefully."

She sighed and rallied her spirits.

"Spellcasting requires three things: incantation, hand gestures, and materials. Materials can be replaced with ritual implements, but the other two are indispensable."

Eileen pointed her index finger at Lorraine, her thumb lightly pressing down between her middle and index fingers, and then uttered a simple incantation with intonation: "Agnir Ignis!"

Lorraine was so startled that she quickly dodged to the side, almost falling off her chair, only to realize that there was no flame on her fingers.

"Pfft—"

Eileen laughed out loud. She gently tapped the table, mimicking her teacher's angry expression, and said:

"You're not listening properly! I've already said that casting spells requires materials or magical implements. Do you see anything I have in my hand?"

"Sorry, sorry..."

"Alright, try it yourself, just use the gestures and incantations I just used."

Lorraine nodded, recalling Eileen's posture and incantation. He then focused his mind again on the magic network and whispered:

"Anir Igni!"

"Your hand gestures and incantation are both wrong!" Eileen looked at him helplessly, reached out and pried open his curled little finger, and said, "Relax your little finger slightly, yes, that's it."

She then explained the pronunciation rules of the spells, explaining that each syllable of a spell has a specific tone and vibration, and that it would be impossible to succeed if it was pronounced incorrectly.

Lorraine repeated it several times, his tongue almost tied in knots, and what he said was exactly the same as the awkward accent he used when learning foreign languages ​​in his previous life.

This time, Eileen didn't laugh at him or show any impatience; she just corrected his pronunciation again and again.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the entire room brightly and warmly. The sound of the bellows next door had stopped sometime earlier.

"That's enough for today. Remember to practice your gestures and pronunciation when you get back, and we'll continue tomorrow morning." She pointed to the door, indicating that she needed to change her clothes.

"Okay, thank you, Eileen." Lorraine thanked her sincerely.

"Um......"

The red-haired mage stretched and waved his hand in mid-air.

He smiled, stood up, cleared the dishes from the table onto a tray, and turned to leave the room.