Chapter 5: Unreadable Horoscope (1/2)
Jean, who was patiently waiting outside the door, heard the abnormal sound, but he didn’t rush inside. There was no killing intent or hidden attackers. The magician inside served the Hill family so he was loyal. It was normal for magicians to make strange sounds.
“It broke.” Claire only said two words while looking at the crystal shards scattered on the floor.
“Yes, it broke,” The middle aged man replied, still recovering from his shock.
Claire didn’t speak another word, and instead, she waited for the man to recover. After a while, the middle aged man finally came to his senses and slowly reached in his robe and grasped for an object. This time he brought out a larger crystal ball and said, “One more time.”
Just like before, the crystal ball exploded, and just like before, the middle aged man’s jaw was about to fall off.
“Again?” Claire asked quietly. She understood that magic supplies were valuable and that the crystal balls were not cheap.
“No, no, no need, Miss.” Shock first filled the middle aged man’s eyes, then ecstasy. He even wanted to accept her as his disciple right away. Magic was always, of course, a magician’s greatest asset, so they wouldn’t teach just anyone. Yet, they don’t wish to take their knowledge to the grave either. A way to transfer this knowledge would be to teach a disciple that they were satisfied with. Because talented candidates were so rare, there were even situations where magicians fought over prodigious disciples. Although the Sunrise Institute taught both Dou Qi and magic, it only taught the basics. At most, you could become a primary magician or primary warrior. If you wanted to go beyond that, you had to find a mentor. Only by becoming the disciple of a mentor could you gain more exquisite schooling. And this young girl was no less talented than the prodigy Lashia – no, maybe even better!
Although he really wanted to take her as his disciple, he knew that this was only his own fantasy. Not only did he need her to agree, he also needed Duke Gordan’s approval. He was only a ** mage and not yet qualified to be the mentor of this girl in front of him.
“Miss, young Miss, please wait.” The middle aged man had calmed down and then remembered he had to report to Duke Gordan first. “Miss, I’ll first teach you how to sense the elements and then how to meditate.”
“Are you talking about these small specks of light around me?” Claire pointed at the air.
The middle aged man was astonished. “Miss, you already can Sense the elements?”
“This book was very detailed. I already finished it last night.” Claire took out the book that taught the basics of magic.
The middle aged man was shocked speechless. Finished yesterday?! She just started learning magic yesterday? But she could already sense the elements?!
“Then does Miss know the next step?” The middle aged man asked carefully.
“Capturing the magical elements, and letting them enter the body to store. But it seems very hard. After capturing ten thousand, only one thousand stayed in my body.” Claire said a little bitterly.
Plop. The middle aged man fell to the floor and stared wordlessly at Claire. Capturing ten thousand and storing one thousand!! And she’s not satisfied? Does she not know that when someone first meditates, it’s not bad to store ten after capturing ten thousand!? Lashia was called a genius because in her first Meditation, she captured ten thousand and stored one hundred. This already shocked many people in the capital. But this girl in front of him performed ten times better! Oh my god, how on Earth!
A long time passed before the middle aged man was able to crawl up and warn her, “Miss, you must not tell anyone what happened today.”
“Yes.” Of course Claire understood that the person before her had already thought it over. It seemed like her performance for the test had been over the top. She more than understood a tall tree attracts the wind.1
“Then, Miss, I’ll teach you the very basic Primary fire spells. Tell me when you are able to master them.” The middle aged man couldn’t wait to report to the Duke.
“Yes.” Claire nodded.
“The fireball is the most basic technique. You must direct the elements inside your body to converge to a single point, and then chant the spell to let them erupt.” The middle aged man took pains to be thorough. “But Miss, you must remember there are no shortcuts in magic. You must take one step at a time and follow the path firmly. No matter how talented you are, wanting immediate results will only be detrimental to yourself.”
“Yes, thank you teacher.” Claire saw the sincerity clearly in the middle aged man’s eyes. She bowed solemnly.
“No, Miss, I don’t have the qualifications to be your teacher.” The middle aged man repeatedly waved his hand no.
“You taught me, therefore you are my teacher. Whether you or anyone else admits it or not, as of this moment, you have become my teacher,” Claire sincerely said. “Being my teacher one day means being my teacher forever.”