At that moment, Jia Xiu felt like a novice apprentice who had never studied magic before.
Everything he had previously understood about magic was useless when it came to spatial magic.
Magic seemed to have retreated from a rigorous, logical science back into some dark and unfathomable Mage Tower, muttering mysterious, disorderly incantations while stirring a huge cauldron that gave off an inscrutable stench—half mysticism, half blind guesswork.
Since when was there any such thing as using an appropriate amount of mana?
He had never encountered it in all his past studies of magic.
The mana required for a spell's operation had always been fixed. As long as one reached the required threshold, the spell could be cast. Some spells did have a certain intermediate range: once a particular value was reached, there was a chance the spell would function successfully, while reaching a higher value guaranteed that it would function—at least ensuring there would be no issue during mana guidance.
The only difference was that skilled casters could use less mana and complete a spell more efficiently, but there was always a clear standard.
A spell either succeeded or it did not. There was no flexible zone where "what suited one palate was a treasure."
For a moment, Jia Xiu could not tell whether Odysseus was joking or serious.
After all, this red copper dragon looked like the sort who could spout nonsense without blinking.
Jia Xiu had no choice but to confirm again. "When you say an appropriate amount, specifically, you mean—"
"The amount of mana appropriate for your personal casting."
Odysseus answered with a straight face. He truly did not seem to be joking.
"Um—Minister, in my shallow understanding, I've never encountered any knowledge saying mana guidance requires an appropriate amount. Isn't it generally enough for mana