Morrow untied the small spells cast on the crowd with a wave of his hand while his face expressed a looked filled with joy.
Even Leon mischievously went to ask him about the extraordinary spell he just used, Morrow did not beco angry in fact, but enthusiastically explained to him about the world of wizards.
“The Bondage and Forbidden Boundary spells I cast against you just now is a kind of primary spell craft.”
“The so-called spell craft are mysterious systems constructed by combining one’s own talent and knowledge of spell structures.
And of those who master spell craft, they are called…
Wizards.”
When Morrow uttered the word wizard, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Angel’s heart, there was sudden force majeure that was pushing him, pushing him towards an unknown place.
That far, far away place, called truth.
The faith that all wizards pursue with their lives.
Once this feeling arose, it was hard to vanquish within him.
Angel did not know why, but he had suddenly co up with the thought of exploring the unknown, and was it not these values, which had been instilled in him by his ntor for more than a decade, which was beckoning to him to do so?
On a whim or from when?
Angel did not know, but instead of suppressing the desire building in his heart, he folded this thought and placed it in the box of his mind, waiting so day for it be opened.
Morrow really was truly happy to see that the people around him were filled with curiosity and worship of the wizard world, and coupled with the fact that two of his grandchildren were about to beco wizard apprentices, he no longer had anything to hide.
He told everyone the truth and explained to everyone about the culture and system of the wizard world.
Wizards, it’s just a collective na for a group of talented individuals.
But not every talent can be a wizard.
Even Morrow himself, cannot be called a wizard, and can only be reluctantly called a wizard apprentice.
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If one were to make a statistical analysis of the wizard community, 99% of of the group are wizard apprentices, and less than 1% of these talented people can successfully break through the wall to be promoted to formal wizards who pursue truth and self reflection and reach their full self-realization.
From this simple and crude data, one can see how difficult traveling the path of a wizard truly is.
In the course of Morrow’s explanation, he also talked about the place where they are now currently located, Old Land.
The term Old Land is basically a joke to wizards on the mainland.
Only wizards that have co from here call this place “Old Land.”
Other wizards call it by another na: Edge Island.
The true and wider world is far away from here, and Old Land is too big for those who live in it and too remote for those who want to leave in their lifeti.
But for wizards with their eyes and ears in thousand of places, this place can only be truly regarded as an ‘Edge Island’.
As for why Edge Island got its nasake, it is not because it is on the edge, but because the elental magic energy in the air is so scarce, making it obviously not very cost-effective for wizards to spend any more effort to absorb the lazy elents here.
So basically, this place is referred to as ‘dead’ by elental wizards, and all extraordinary people who once lived on this island have withdrawn from here, sotis rembering a place called Edge Island.
Of course, in the many branches of wizards, there are a small number of wizards who do not refine elental magic and do not have to evacuate at all from Edge Island.
But it is a fact for wizards, that no matter what kind of branch they follow, there will be so kind of involvent with elental magic in so form or another.
Therefore, if there are better places on the mainland, then there is no need to stay on Edge Island.
The other aning of the Island is actually a place marginalized by wizards.
“This ti, I was only going to bring Alan and Irene back to the mainland’s White Coral Floating Island College, but I didn’t expect to break through to advance wizard apprentice halfway through the trip thanks to Viscount Pat.”
Morrow smiled and stroked his white beard that dragged to his chest, and said with a smile in his eyes, “If Viscount Pat has any trouble before I leave, you can co and talk to . It’s hard to find a problem I am unable to solve in Old Land.”
Morrow’s words are obviously directed in return for the kindness and opportunity brought by Morning Dew After the Rain, it can also be understood as “harvesting the grain earlier.”
Leon was still intoxicated with the splendor of the Wizard’s world, and for a mont, was unable to react until Count Ethan opened his mouth.
Ethan said: “I hear you are leaving for Watford next month. For the official completion of the Viscount’s succession ceremony. The Pat family is garrisoned by the sea and continues to provide critical supplies to the front line, making great contributions to the soldiers fight against Sea Blue State, and if the king were to know, there would no longer be a need for you to go to Watford.”
“Of course you don’t have to go to Watford at all, as long as the Monne family puts in a good word, not to ntion hereditary viscount, hereditary count is also fine!”
This was for Morrow’s personal kindness, and as Ethan expressed, this was apparently to get rid of Morrow’s personal guilt of needing to repay his debts and was replacing it with a Monne family promise.
If Leon had agreed to Ethan’s words, Morrow’s debt would have been written off.
Young as Leon was, he was not confused.
No matter how powerful the Monne family was, they were still a mortal family in the Canary Empire; Morrow on the other hand, even if only a single individual, stood behind a magnificent fantastical world.
Leon would naturally not choose to follow Ethan’s proposal.
Leon thought for a mont, and was about to speak, only to find that Angel beside him, gently kicked him with his leg under the table.
He looked sideways and saw Angel with desire to speak.
Leon understood imdiately, so he said to Morrow, “Morning Dew After the Rain is actually belongs to my brother’s rit. Let Angel decide.”
As soon as he said this, Ethan raised his brow and looked deeply into Leon’s eyes.
It was always rumored that the two brothers of the Pat family were at odds with one other, but it seems that this was just a lie.
To be able to give such a big opportunity to Angel, we can see how much love Leon holds for Angel.
Now that Leon has spoken, Ethan is less talkative.
At this ti, the eyes were no longer focused on Leon, but on Angel, who had been silent this whole ti.
Watched by five pairs of eyes, Angel showed no signs of stage fright.
An aristocratic deanor, coupled with his ntor’s teachings from another world of Chinese gentlemanly style, Angel not only looked peaceful, even going as far as to hold a warm temperant.
“When it cos to worry, I don’t know what worries my brother, but for myself. There are two true worries. One worry is a little bigger, it has been floating at the bottom of my heart for a long ti; the other worry is smaller, just inborn, which can be ignored.”
Angel looked at Morrow. “If Sir Morrow can help with my big worry, we don’t have to ntion the little one.”
Morrow asked: “Tell , what is your big worry?”
When Leon transferred his right to ask for a favor to Angel, Morrow was actually very happy.
A young man who grew up in a greenhouse, what worry can he speak of, the only worries would either be looking at certain young ladies and daring to not express his love or sothing insignificant.
He began to feel that this was more of a great annoyance, and crowd also began to feel that there was no need to worry.
Leon sighed from the bottom of his heart, and when Angel spoke of the great worry, he already knew what Angel was going to say next.
It seed that Angel had decided to apply his favor to Jon.
Sure enough, Angel told it bluntly, “The big worry I’m talking about is about my ntor Jon, who was incidentally taken in by my father 20 years ago and has been teaching ever since, but lately, my ntor’s health has gone from bad to worse.”
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