Eisenheim-Schneider stood on the battlement above the courtyard of the palace of the King Grey Dwarf, watching the morning sun rise from the mountain. He felt dry. His head hurts. His stomach was stirring. He hasn't been drunk like this since he was a student. That was many years ago. He faintly felt embarrassed and ashamed.

In a way, he knew it was just the effect of a hangover. However, in part, it was because he knew he told Angelica that he had better not tell others. In a way, he was angry with himself because he was drunk.

This is a bad thing for a magician. When he realized that he was using a spell when he was drunk, or even some simple spells, such as casting a light bulb, he couldn't help but shudder. Even under the best conditions, without the influence of alcohol, magic is a tricky and dangerous thing.

He remembered his old mentor Jared's views on this issue. A drunk magician is a silly magician, and a silly magician will soon become a dead magician.

He knew this shouldn't happen, but he also knew he had his reasons. He is a mage. He knows his mental state. He took a deep breath and slowly counted to five slowly. He held his breath to count to ten, then exhaled slowly to count to twenty. When he did this, he tried to clear his mind, just as his tutor taught him.

At first it didn't work. The nausea and dizziness in his stomach made him uncontrollable. This is another danger posed by drinking, he thought to himself. If the enemy attacks me now, it will be difficult for me to protect myself. He cursed because he knew these thoughts were a signal in itself that he could not even do this most basic magic practice. He continued to practice, focusing on his breathing, trying to calm and relax himself, and trying to make the tension disappear from his muscles.

Slowly, the exercises started to work. His thoughts became quiet and slow. His pain seemed to ease a little. The tension oozed from him. On the edge of his mind, he began to realize the power of magic. The various colors formed by the magic began to circulate in his brain, red, green, and dominant gold.

He realized that he was just an empty container, and energy began to flow into it. Magic lightly soaked his pain; his mind began to feel more and more clear, full of golden light. A new feeling filled him. This magic is just like the effects of some narcotic drugs he has tested under the supervision of his tutor.

This made him feel full of energy, almost a low-key euphoria. He feels more sensitive. He realized that the wind was gently touching his skin, which was a slight itching sensation caused by his wool robe. The heat in the stone under his finger. He could hear the faint sounds of dwarves deep in the castle, which he had only subconsciously felt before. The lights are brighter and his vision is clearer.

In addition to the five senses commonly used by humans ...

, Other senses are also involved. He could feel the flow of magic around him and the weak breath of creatures. He could feel the power of the runes that the dwarves combined with their buildings, and the way they channeled primal energy in the magical defense runes.

He knew that he could reach out in a way that ordinary people could not understand, and he began to shape the energy into the image that his will intended. In an instant, he felt that he was fully alive, and his heart was full of joy. He believed that no non-magician would understand this joy.

He reached a state of emptiness and held it for a few minutes, then when he exhaled he began to rethink, reviewing his life with a new insight and clarity.

He now understands that his drunkenness is a reaction to a runaway life. Recently, he has experienced many things that are not compatible with his peaceful academic life. He took part in a battle and had a magic duel with a much stronger mage.

He probably died in that battle and in the magic duel with the Ratman Wizard. He fell in love, passionate and uncontrollable, which surprised him all. Perhaps he is more vulnerable, especially in the wilderness of Kaslov, away from his hometown and anxiously waiting for the return of the airship.

Indeed, Angelica is a lovely woman, but some of the women he knows are more lovely than her, and he doesn't care about them. Anyway, whatever the reason, the simplest fact is that this has happened and has affected him.

He was jealous, desperate, and full of anger that he hardly realized. This anger drove him to behave badly and made him feel tempted like never before. He knew that this whole thing was a threat to his inner peace and, to some extent, a threat to his soul.

His desire for the woman made him start thinking about the dark roads that should not be open to him, thinking about the things he shouldn't think about. Last night he was even drunk and enchanted. Fortunately, he was too drunk to use some of the spells he knew, which could bind others under his will.

He closed his eyes, thinking about the secret knowledge he had acquired at such a great price ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Sravis, he thought. To the ignorant, he is the indescribable joyous **** of darkness, he is the master of demons, and his fanatical admirers indulge in terrible indulgence.

This kind of thing really happened, and Eisenheim-Schneider is also very clear. But this is not the only threat represented by Sravis. He is the **** of physical temptation, delicate and deadly. He can lure the smartest people to the road of destruction by satisfying the urge to desire.

Eisenheim-Schneider knew that Sravis could destroy a man in many ways, through the urge to drink alcohol, take drugs or go to bed with a woman. He knew that to some extent, what happened to him last night must be taken seriously, because if he continues, this is the first step towards destruction ...

.

This is something he knew he could not do. He vowed to fight against evil, not to serve it, which is why he studied so hard for so long. He knew he had to give up Angelica and alcohol, and all other temptations that might have led him astray, otherwise the consequences would be terrible. But just when he made up his mind to do so, a part of his heart was quietly telling him that it did not want to do it, and his new insight would show him another possible truth.

Maybe he has been studying evil forces for so long for a less pure reason, not because he hates it or because he wants to oppose it, but because he is fascinated by it. Maybe he just kept fooling himself.

Although he told himself that this idea was only one of Slaves' traps, he also knew very well, at least to a certain extent, this was true.

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