Chapter 9

Moro waved his hand to release the small trick he had cast on everyone, his face beaming with joy.

Even when Leon asked him in a flustered manner about what was meant by the extraordinary, he did not get angry. Instead, he cheerfully explained the world of wizards to him...

"Just now, I used a binding spell and a silencing barrier on you all. These are basic forms of magic."

"Magic is a mysterious system constructed by combining one's innate talent with knowledge. Those who master magic are called... wizards."

When Moro said the word "wizard," a strange feeling suddenly arose in Engel's heart, as if an unseen force was pushing him, propelling him towards an unknown distant place.

That distant place is called Truth, the lifelong pursuit of wizards.

Once this feeling arises, it is hard to extinguish.

Engel did not know why he suddenly had the urge to explore the distant. Was it because of the values instilled by his mentor over more than a decade? Was it a sudden whim or a surge of inspiration?

Engel did not know, but he did not suppress his longing. Instead, he folded this thought neatly and placed it in his mental box, waiting for the day it would be opened.

Moro seemed genuinely happy. Seeing everyone around him filled with curiosity and admiration, and with his two grandchildren about to become wizard apprentices, he decided to share more about the culture and system of the wizard world...

Wizards are just a general term for these gifted individuals. However, not every gifted person can become a wizard.

Even Moro himself cannot yet be called a wizard; he can only勉强 be called a wizard apprentice.

If the wizard community were to be analyzed statistically, 99% of them are wizard apprentices, and only less than 1% of the gifted can successfully break through and advance to become wizards who pursue truth and realize their own value.

From this simple and brutal data, it is clear how difficult the path of a wizard is.

During Moro's explanation, he also mentioned the land they were standing on, the Old Earth Continent.

The name "Old Earth Continent" is basically a joke to the wizards of the Fanc Continent. Only wizards born here call it "Old Earth Continent." Other wizards have a different name for it: the Edge Island.

This world is vast and boundless. The Old Earth Continent is so large that people living there might not finish exploring it in their lifetime. However, for wizards with their eyes on countless planes, it can only be considered a 'not small' island.

As for why it is called the Edge Island, it is not because of its location at the edge, but because the lively elements in the air here are scarce. Elemental wizards have to exert more effort to draw inert elements for combat, which is clearly not cost-effective.

Therefore, this place is basically considered a dead zone by elemental wizards. The extraordinary beings who once lived on this island have all evacuated, hence the name Edge Island.

Of course, in the vast wizard system, elemental wizards are only a small part. It is not necessary for all of them to evacuate the Edge Island. However, for wizards, no matter which system they specialize in, they will have some knowledge of elemental magic. Therefore, with better continents to rest in, why stay on the Edge Island?

The term "edge" actually means a place marginalized by wizards.

"This time, I am bringing Allen and Aileen back to the White Coral Floating Island Academy in the Fanc Continent. I didn't expect to gain the opportunity to break through to a high-level wizard apprentice on the way. All of this is thanks to Viscount Part's assistance." Moro smiled, stroking his white beard that reached his chest, and said with a grin, "Before I leave, if Viscount Part has any troubles, feel free to share them with me. On the Old Earth Continent, it's hard to find something I can't accomplish."

Moro's words were clearly meant to repay the favor brought by the morning dew. It could also be interpreted as "drawing a clear line" early.

Leon was still immersed in the splendor of the wizard world and did not react for a moment. It was not until Earl Eaton spoke that he snapped back to reality.

Eaton: "I heard that you are planning to set out for Watford next month to formally complete the viscount inheritance ceremony... The Part family has always guarded the coastline, continuously providing supplies to the vanguard camp, making a significant contribution to the knights fighting against the Helan Kingdom. If the king knew, I believe you wouldn't need to go to Watford."

Of course, there would be no need to go to Watford. As long as the Monten family spoke up, not just a hereditary viscount, but even a hereditary earl would be possible!

What was originally a personal favor to Moro, Eaton's words clearly aimed to remove Moro's personal intention to repay and transfer it to the Monten family. If Leon agreed with Eaton's words, then the favor Moro owed would be canceled.

Although young, Leon was not foolish. The Monten family, no matter how powerful, was still a mortal family of the Goldfinch Empire; Moro, even as an individual, stood behind another splendid and fantastic world.

Leon naturally would not choose Eaton's proposal.

After thinking for a moment, Leon was about to speak but noticed Engel gently nudging him with his leg under the table. He turned his head and saw Engel with a look of hesitation.

Leon understood and said to Moro, "The morning dew actually belongs to my brother. Let Engel decide for himself."

Upon hearing this, Eaton raised an eyebrow and looked deeply at Leon. The outside world always said that the two brothers of the Part family did not get along, but it seemed to be just a rumor. Giving such a great opportunity to Engel clearly showed how much Leon cared for Engel.

Since Leon had already spoken, Eaton did not say more.

At this moment, everyone's attention shifted from Leon to the silent Engel.

Being watched by five pairs of eyes, Engel showed no signs of nervousness. His noble demeanor was evident, and the gentlemanly demeanor taught by his mentor from the Chinese world made Engel not only calm but also exude a gentle and warm aura.

"Speaking of troubles, I don't know what my brother's troubles are, but I myself... have two troubles. One is bigger and has been lingering in my heart for a long time; the other is smaller and just emerged, and can be ignored." Engel looked at Moro, "If Mr. Moro can help me solve the bigger trouble, the smaller one can be left unmentioned."

Moro: "Why don't you tell me what your bigger trouble is?"

When Leon transferred the right to speak to Engel, Moro was actually quite happy. What troubles could a boy raised in a greenhouse have? Nothing more than being infatuated with a certain young lady and not daring to confess... What he considers a big trouble, others might think is not worth worrying about.

Leon sighed inwardly. When Engel mentioned his bigger trouble, he already knew what Engel was going to say. It seemed that Engel had decided to use this favor for Jon.

Sure enough, Engel spoke directly, "The bigger trouble I mentioned is about my mentor, Jon. He was unexpectedly taken in by my father twenty years ago and has been teaching me ever since. However, recently, my mentor's health has been deteriorating..."