It was like the sun giving off light, rising in the east and setting in the west.
People always tended to overlook things that were too ordinary and natural. They might not realize how precious air was until they were suffocating, or how valuable water was until they were desperately thirsty. Only when the Omni-Lingual Magic Circle vanished would they feel the convenience magic brought.
That last realization had only just dawned on Zheng Qing.
The entire Buji Island was enveloped by a massive Omni-Lingual Magic Circle, and Zheng Qing had known that since his first day at the academy. The magic circle worked quietly, maintaining a powerful spell without a sound. It allowed wizards who spoke different languages to communicate freely face-to-face without worrying that the other party would not understand them.
Precisely because it was so quiet, everyone often overlooked its existence.
It was like the minor spell attached to the Beta Town Post. If Fatty Xin had not reminded him, Zheng Qing would never have wondered why the same newspaper was equally easy to read for Blue Fatty, who came from Europa, and himself, who came from Pingyang Prefecture.
Of course, just as you might occasionally look up at the sky while walking along a familiar street and feel pleasantly surprised upon seeing a completely different view, flashes of inspiration often lit up people's minds. They vanished like shooting stars, making people feel, for an instant, that they were children of Heaven's Mandate who had glimpsed the ultimate truth of the universe.
Unfortunately, those thoughts were merely products born from collisions between order and chaos at the edge of the two.
If one seized such a thought, one might ponder it for a while before deciding it was worthless and abandoning it. Or it might give birth