The hero I support will definitely defeat the devil

She needs talent in cultivation.

"What do you think magic is?"

When the magician saw Ilsa's expression, he knew what she was thinking and decided to arouse her interest.

"Uh... a trick that doesn't require magic?"

Ilsa has also seen some magic performances.

Most of these magic shows are performed by ordinary people, mostly non-professional ordinary bards.

The performances are mostly held in small theatres in hotels, pubs and taverns. Because they look magical, many non-professionals like them very much.

"You're not wrong in saying that, to some extent, but you're not quite right either."

The magician picked up a dice and held it in his hand.

"Magic is the art of deception."

The magician opened her palm, and the dice in her hand turned into two.

Only then did Ilsa realize that the other dice that was originally placed on the table had disappeared at some point.

"The simplest magic trick is to deceive a person's five senses, as I just did."

The magician explained.

"I actually did a lot of things, but in your eyes I just clenched my fist and then opened it."

"Illusion?"

Ilsa frowned slightly.

But she quickly realized that it was not that simple.

Because she is an elemental ranger, she actually has a certain resistance to spells such as illusions.

If the magician really used an illusion, even if she fell for it, she would react once she became suspicious, instead of having no reaction like she is now.

And Ilsa was sure that the magician did not use any illusion on her.

According to the magician, she was simply deceived by the other party, just like the magician told a lie and she believed it.

"No, this is different from illusion."

The magician shook his head.

Her magic is not an illusion, but a magic that deceives everything.

Chapter 447: Magician

"You wait."

The magician put down the two dice, thought for a moment, and suddenly became sacred.

Although there was no wind blowing in the house, Ilsa felt as if she had turned into weeds and was in a strong wind.

It was an involuntary feeling of swaying, a fear that came from the heart.

"what is this?"

Ilsa's eyes widened.

"Divine power is similar to the aura of the Golden Rank and the pressure of the dragon."

The magician grinned, and the powerful divine power gradually dissipated.

"So, were you fooled by me?"

"How on earth did you do that?"

Ilsa didn't know what the real divine power looked like, but she knew that the other party's momentum was definitely not fake.

"is fake."

As if knowing what Ilsa was thinking at the moment, the magician raised a finger and shook it.

"Didn't I tell you? This is just magic."

"but...."

Ilsa didn't think any of this was fake.

"Hey, it seems I still have to tell you a little secret."

The magician said as he picked up a dice.

"Look here."

The magician motioned for Ilsa to look at the dice in her hand.

“I actually used this method.”

The magician told Ilsa in detail the secret of his magic that allowed him to produce dice at will.

After telling all these little secrets, the magician performed the trick again for Ilsa.

"What did you see this time?"

"I saw it all."

Ilsa's expression was complicated.

The magic trick that she couldn't understand at all became super simple after the magician explained it.

Obviously the magician's technique hadn't changed at all, but after listening to the explanation, she could easily tell what the magician had done.

It was so simple, but she just couldn't think of it.

Before the magician explained, she didn't notice any trace of it. Everything was so natural and real, without a trace of falsehood.

"So, magic is the art of deception, do you understand?"

The magician said as he completely put the two dice away.

She flipped her hand and the two dice disappeared without a trace.

This time Ilsa had no idea what was happening.

"I think I understand."

Although Ilsa was still confused, she nodded.

"But do I really have the talent you call a magician?"

Ilsa felt that she didn't seem to have any talent in this area.

"I am you. How could you not have the talent I have?"

The magician smiled happily.

"And didn't that little game just now explain everything?"

"what?"

Ilsa really didn't understand this time.

She just rolled the dice three times, could the other party tell that she was talented?

"Two draws and one close call proves that your talent is only slightly worse than mine."

The magician said to Ilsa seriously.

"After all, I did use a little bit of magic. It's amazing that you can use your intuition and talent to make the score like this."

"You rigged the dice?!"

Ilsa puffed out her cheeks.

"No, remember what I said? I said I wouldn't do anything with the two dice."

The magician repeated the promise she had made earlier.

"But I didn't say I couldn't disturb your sight a little."

"So I'm going to lose no matter what, right?"

Ilsa pouted in annoyance.

"That's right. After all, I want you to see whatever number you want, so even if you really roll a six, I can let you see one point and make you automatically admit defeat."

The magician's smiling face made Ilsa want to punch her.

She didn't know why, but she felt a little annoyed when she heard the magician say that.

"But in the end there were two draws and one was close. Why do you think that was?"

The magician deliberately emphasized this sentence.

Ilsa could naturally hear that the magician actually meant something.

But she didn't answer because she didn't know.

But she was sure that she had the talent of a magician.

"What do I need to become a magician?"

Ilsa asked the magician.

“This is actually very simple.”

The magician said, holding out his hand.

"Put your hand in my palm."

Ilsa did so.

She placed her hand on the magician's palm.

"All right."

The magician pulled his hand back and patted the back of Ilsa's hand.

Ilsa seemed to see some mark faintly appearing on the back of her hand, but it soon disappeared.

"So fast?"

Ilsa stared at the magician in surprise.

"I'm a magician, so I'll naturally choose a faster and more convenient way to pass on my legacy."

The magician smiled and asked Ilsa to put her hands down.

"Now that you are a magician, I plan to teach you another technique."

"What technique?"

Ilsa didn't notice any change in herself at all.

The magician said that she was already a magician, but she had no idea what was going on.

“A summary of my life as a magician, and also my ultimate magic trick.”

The magician said as he tapped Ilsa on the forehead.

"Remember it, you'll need it someday."

"..."

Ilsa covered her forehead, feeling a large number of complicated and tedious surgical records flooding into her mind.

She glanced through it briefly and finally found that she had nothing to rely on.

This ultimate magic, which the magician calls the summary of his life, is even more complicated than the awakening ceremony.

Because the awakening ceremony is an engraving of the world, it is extremely difficult to understand, and even a partial crack is impossible.

The magician's ultimate magic, although driven by rituals, is fundamentally different from spells and formations.

The art of living a life of drunkenness and dreaming of death, a strange technique that requires drinking a sip of wine as a prerequisite.

Of course, you can also use a hallucinogenic mushroom instead.

The person who completes this ultimate magic can exchange his real self with his dream self and allow the dream self to exert his full strength, but the consumption is extremely great and the manifestation time is very short.

When the magic is over, everything will return to normal.