Thinking of this, Fein used his probe to Ing. However, just like his repeated secret attempts, it still failed. Yes, his probe doesn't have an effect to Ing for so reason. The system told him that there are only three possibilities. It's either Ing's realm was far-higher than him, or he has a spell that prevents detection, or Ing possessed an artifact that protects him from his probe.
After imrsing themselves in the profound knowledge of ti and space, Fein and Ing decided to take a well-deserved break. Ing, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, suggested that he would take charge of the cooking this ti. He boasted that once Fein tasted his culinary creations, he would never forget them. Intrigued yet skeptical, Fein agreed, eager to put Ing's claims to the test.
Ing's confident deanor remained, his words carrying a hint of playful arrogance. He reached into thin air, conjuring a shimring golden fish, which he proudly declared to be the product of his space magic. Fein, unimpressed by Ing's display, raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, confident in his own mastery of space elental techniques.
Undeterred by Fein's lack of enthusiasm, Ing began the process of preparing the fish. His hands moved with a grace and precision that hinted at years of culinary expertise. Fein observed, his curiosity piqued as he awaited the first taste of Ing's supposedly unforgettable dishes.
Ing's culinary mastery unfolded before their eyes. He skillfully filleted the fish, ticulously seasoning it with an array of herbs and spices. The tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, teasing their senses and building anticipation. Fein couldn't help but admit that the scent alone was promising.
As Ing served the first dish, Fein examined it closely, his critical eye searching for any flaws or shortcomings. He raised his fork and took a cautious bite, his expression thoughtful.
"Well, Ing, let's see if your cooking lives up to the hype," Fein remarked, his tone tinged with skepticism.
The flavors exploded in Fein's mouth, surprising him with their complexity and harmony. The fish was perfectly cooked, the flesh tender and succulent. The seasoning enhanced the natural flavors without overpowering them. Fein's eyes widened, his initial skepticism giving way to a grudging admiration.
"I must admit, Ing, this is quite impressive," Fein conceded, unable to find fault with the dish. "You've managed to bring out the best in this fish."
Ing's face lit up with satisfaction, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned back in his chair, clearly relishing Fein's praise.
"But don't think you've won over just yet," Fein added, his competitive spirit rekindling. "Let's see if you can maintain this level of excellence throughout the al."
Undeterred by Fein's challenge, Ing proceeded to prepare and serve a variety of fish dishes, each one surpassing the last in its exquisite flavor and presentation. Fein, normally quick to find flaws or offer constructive criticism, found himself at a loss for words. The dishes were flawlessly executed, showcasing Ing's culinary prowess.
Fein's brow furrowed in concentration as he scrutinized each bite, searching for any hint of imperfection. Yet, try as he might, he couldn't find a single flaw. Ing's cooking was a masterclass in culinary artistry, leaving Fein both impressed and slightly annoyed.
"Well, I must admit, Ing, you've outdone yourself," Fein reluctantly admitted, a grudging smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I can't find a single fault in your dishes. You've managed to silence my critique."
Ing bead with pride, basking in the satisfaction of his culinary triumph. Fein, though reluctant to admit it, couldn't deny the truth. Ing's cooking was truly exceptional, a testant to his skill and dedication.
As they savored the last bites of their al, Fein couldn't help but appreciate the depth of Ing's talents. Not only was he a formidable mage, but he also possessed an extraordinary flair in the culinary arts. Fein realized that there was much more to his ntor than t the eye, and their journey together would continue to reveal surprising facets of Ing's multidinsional abilities.
'Just how many secret does this old man have?'
With their appetites sated and a newfound respect for Ing's culinary skills, Fein and Ing settled into a comfortable silence, their thoughts drifting towards the mysteries of magic. Ing, now assuming the role of a wise teacher, began to explain the fundantal theory behind the workings of magic. The atmosphere grew serious and solemn as Ing delved into the intricate connections between magic power, spells, and the laws of elents.
Ing's eyes glead with a fervor as he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of knowledge and experience. He gestured with animated hands, emphasizing his points as he unraveled the intricacies of magic.
"Fein, you see, magic is not just a mystical force that exists independently. It is intimately linked to the wielder's magic power," Ing explained, his tone taking on a professorial quality. "Think of magic power as the fuel that powers the spells we cast."
Fein leaned forward, his brows furrowed in concentration, absorbing Ing's every word. He was eager to deepen his understanding of the magical realm.
Ing continued, his explanations flowing seamlessly. "When we cast spells, we channel our magic power through various incantations, gestures, or rituals. It is through this process that we shape and manipulate the magic, giving it form and purpose."
Fein nodded, his mind processing the information, trying to visualize the concept Ing was describing. He could almost feel the flow of magic power within him, pulsing and waiting to be harnessed.
"Now, let's talk about the laws of elents," Ing said, his voice taking on a reverential tone. "They are the governing principles that dictate the behavior and characteristics of different types of magic."
Ing paused for a mont, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the air. Fein watched intently, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Ti, space, fire, water, wind, lightning," Ing listed, each elent punctuated by a subtle shift in his body language. "These are the fundantal forces that shape the world of magic. Each elent possesses its own unique properties, strengths, and weaknesses."
As Ing elaborated on the laws of elents, he weaved a srizing tapestry of knowledge, painting vivid images in Fein's mind. Fein could almost feel the crackling heat of fire, the gentle flow of water, the howling gusts of wind, and the electrifying power of lightning.
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