Even a novice can become a god

Sure enough, a sharp and piercing laugh cut through the sky.

Four young men's expressions changed drastically. They were all too familiar with this laugh; it was the warning sign before Chris lost control.

"Will she dice us, chop us, stew us, or roast us over charcoal?" The four couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild about the fate that awaited them.

"Hehehe, hehehe, my magic is, of course, unparalleled in the world. For me, there's nothing impossible. Though you're slow and foolish, as long as I'm willing to teach, you'll surely learn 'Teleport.' Hehehe, because I am a genius." Chris was utterly absorbed in her self-satisfaction.

Whether it was due to surprise or shock, the four once again fell into a daze.

"Such a thick-skinned woman is really..." Ryan thought about his own troubles. "Perhaps, when the great Archmage Colonus changed the trial destination to the Illusory Forest, it was to fulfill his own wishes. Because, to achieve his goal, there's no one more suitable than this crazy female magician. It seems I'll have to seek advice from Jestan more often. His flattery skills must be the ultimate weapon to achieve one's goals."

"Wow! Jestan, you really hit the nail on the head. In fact, ever since the great Magician Chris rendered that old wolf powerless, we've been thinking how honored we would be to become disciples of such a great magician!"

Thinking is one thing, but action is another. After all, Ryan's family runs a grocery store, which is related to commerce. Therefore, he doesn't fall behind in flattery. However, he still has some humanity and doesn't forget to include Oliver and Beena. After all, it's not reasonable to expect Oliver, who comes from a knight's family, and Beena, who comes from a priest's family, to have the potential of "scheming merchants"!

"Hehehe, get ready, we're setting off." Obviously, Ryan's flattery was also very appealing to Chris.

With an extremely sharp sound, without seeing Chris cast any spells,

A series of lightning bolts flew out, and intense pain and strong paralysis pierced every nerve in Ryan's body. If he could faint at this moment, it would be such a fortunate thing.

However, the clear pain tormented the four young trial students. The scenery in front of them was blurry, but they could vaguely feel the scenery constantly jumping and changing. Each change was accompanied by a new and intense electric shock.

In reality, it was only a very short time, but for Ryan, it felt like a century had passed.

Finally, he felt his body touch the ground. As the magic dissipated, he was finally able to do what he had always wanted to do—he fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, Ryan's consciousness gradually cleared up. The muscle spasms caused by the electric shock led to severe body aches. He originally wanted to struggle up, but the numbness transmitted from his nerve endings told him that it was best to lie still now.

Ryan wanted to look at his companions, but turning his head was also a rather difficult task for him now.

Relying on his only useful ear, Ryan roughly determined that all four companions were around him. From the even breathing sounds, Ryan could be sure that they were all fine and hadn't woken up yet.

Thinking about this difficult journey, Ryan couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect to find the destination so easily. Whether it was lucky or sad, he didn't know.

It seems that the days to come with Chris, the apprentice magician, will definitely be even harder.

However, just thinking about Chris's magical power, Ryan couldn't help but get excited.

There are two reasons. First, with such a strong force behind him, his wish should be able to come true. Moreover, he was originally worried that even if there were magicians in the world who could solve his problems, they might not be willing to help him. Because every archmage who has reached the extraordinary realm is one of the top figures in a country, and almost nothing can move them. Moreover, everyone is dedicated to the study of profound magic and will never bother with his superficial problems.

But Magician Chris is obviously different. As long as she can be pleased with flattery, she is very likely to help.

The second reason is to resolve another doubt he has always had. What can learning magic do? After witnessing the magical duel between the old wolf and Chris, Ryan was deeply shocked. It is a power that can change the world.

Not to mention obtaining such power, even the process of pursuing such power is exciting.

Several faint sounds came over, and Ryan knew that another companion had woken up.

"Who woke up?" Ryan asked.

It took a long time before Oliver's weak response came.

Ryan was overjoyed. Nothing is more gratifying than having a friend by your side when you are lonely.

The two chatted aimlessly, partly to alleviate loneliness and partly because talking is a good way to recover strength.

However, their conversation tried to avoid mentioning the hostess here. After all, in an unclear situation, in the castle of a temperamental witch, talking about the witch is a foolish and dangerous thing.

Oliver still retained traces of knightly education. It was quite difficult for him to bow to things that conflicted with his philosophy of life. After several days of traveling with the old wolf and experiencing that earth-shattering duel, he finally understood the true meaning of the knightly motto that his father often said: "The persistence of faith is unconditional; the persistence of action is guaranteed by strong power."

The topic became increasingly difficult to find, and eventually returned to the duel they had just experienced.

Because the duel was so shocking to them. They had too many questions to exchange with each other.

"Oliver, do you remember if Magician Chris used incantations while casting spells?" Ryan brought up the question that had always puzzled him.

"You noticed that too! When she used magic, apart from the sharp screams, I never saw her use any incantations."

"I really want to know how she can use four types of magic at the same time. She can't possibly have three heads like the Cerberus."

"Also, Ryan, did you notice that the speed at which Magician Chris gathers magical power is astonishing? There's almost no pause in casting spells."

"Yeah, and what kind of magic is that black ball she emerged from? I've never heard of it before."

The two of them kept listing their discoveries.

The high-intensity electric shocks seemed to have paralyzed not only their muscle nerves but also their digestive organs.

For an entire day, neither of them felt hungry.

After a day and a night of recovery, the four trial students finally managed to crawl up with great difficulty.

Ryan looked around at the environment; they were in a huge room. It was at least fifty meters long and wide, and over ten meters high. The surroundings were made of bluestone.

There was only one large door in the front, similar in size and appearance to the city gate of New Nancy.

This room, as big as a square, had nothing else in it besides them.

What place was this? Everyone was thinking. What was such a huge room used for? Calling it a room was really too much; calling it a training ground still seemed too big. Such a large space could even be used for horse racing.

They walked with difficulty to the door and opened the huge room door. The trial students were stunned by the scene before them.

If there was anything that could describe the strange laboratory they saw, "giant castle" would be the most fitting description.

They saw dozens of rooms like the one they came out of, distributed around a giant circular plaza. There were several rows of long tables in the center of the plaza, and Magician Chris was sitting at one of the tables in the center.

It took a long time for the group to walk up to Chris.

"Oh? You're awake?" Chris had actually seen them a while ago.

"Respected Magician Chris, regarding my previous request to learn..." Jestan began.

Before he could finish, Chris interrupted him: "If you can afford the price, I can consider teaching you 'Teleport.'"

"This... I'm just a trial student, I have nothing!" Jestan was secretly pleased.

This morning, when he thought about Chris agreeing to teach him "Teleport," he was extremely anxious. He had suffered enough and was determined to find a way to decline Chris's kindness.

Now, seeing Chris say this, it was exactly what he wanted, and he could hardly contain his joy.

"How about this, although it's a great regret that I am not fortunate enough to learn such profound magic, after all, I have been personally bestowed this great magic by a great magician in my lifetime, which is also a life well-lived. Therefore, I dare not expect the great magician to waste precious time teaching this foolish person. I only hope to obtain the approval of the great Magician Chris for my trial with a price that I, the pitiful one, can afford."

"Hehehe, if you want to pass, I am a strict person; passing is not easy." Chris's sharp laughter echoed in this huge enclosed space, sounding particularly grating.

Hearing this kind of laughter, Jestan felt relieved; there was still a chance.

"My family has some savings. Could I..." Jestan put his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together, twirling them twice.

"You're offering money?" Chris tilted her head, resting her cheek on her hand as she thought for a moment, then nodded: "That's convenient, a direct approach."

Watching the two of them haggle animatedly, Oliver and Ryan exchanged glances.

It seemed that the highly skilled magician Chris before them was indeed a rogue magician who could compete with Magician Victor. She not only lacked the dignity that a magician should have but also seemed to lack even the most basic morals.

And now, clearly, a future rogue magician was in the making. It was uncertain whether this was the greatest failure of this trial.

Oliver sighed inwardly; their teacher had surely not anticipated this outcome.

Watching the two rogues, one big and one small, bargaining with each other, Ryan and Oliver could only shake their heads and sigh.

Chris actually respected business ethics enough to allow Jestan to bargain, which surprised everyone, including Jestan.

In the end, Jestan obtained Chris's approval to pass the trial for twenty-five thousand gold coins.

Magician Chris signed Jestan's trial handbook. Jestan promised to deposit the money into Chris's account immediately upon returning home.

"And me?" Obviously, after this electric shock, Beena was no longer interested in Chris's magic, but she worried that she didn't have the wealth that Jestan had.

"Ah! I just happen to have a task for you." It seemed that Chris had already decided on Beena's test.

"All you have to do is cook for me for a month and wash my clothes, and I'll let you pass," Chris, the great magician, proposed her condition.

Upon hearing this, Beena was so happy she almost jumped up.

Jestan's dejected expression was clear for all to see.

"Follow me, I'll show you the work you need to do," said Chris, standing up and leading the way forward.

Arriving at a door, she waved her arm, and the door opened by itself.

Inside was a room identical to the one they had been in before.

However, this room was furnished with a complete set of kitchenware. But just having kitchenware still made the hall feel too empty.

"This is the kitchen," Chris said without turning her head, then turned and walked out.

Stopping at the door of another room nearby, she didn't open it this time.

After opening a small window in the door, one could see another identical room filled with the raptors captured last night.

"You'll also need to prepare the feed for these specimens."

Ignoring Beena's pale face, Chris continued to lead everyone to another room.

As soon as the door was opened, a sour and stinky smell hit the nose.

The room was filled with various undergarments, shirts, drawers, coats, skirts, and robes.

"This is the laundry you'll be doing. I've been too busy to wash it myself, so I'm counting on you," Chris said casually before walking out, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

After bringing Beena back to the original room, Jestan stayed behind to take care of her.

Ryan and Oliver mustered their courage and decided to confront the terrifying witch directly.

Leaning back in her chair, Magician Chris stared intently at the two trial students in front of her.

The two young people, waiting nervously for a reply, had completely different feelings under the witch's piercing gaze.

At this moment, Oliver felt as if he were facing a master swordsman, with every part of himself full of flaws in her eyes.

Ryan felt even worse. He felt as if he had returned to his old grocery store, facing a picky customer who needed to replenish supplies. Unfortunately, he was no longer a clerk now, but those goods, and he could even see that Chris was holding a list and choosing.

After hearing Oliver and Ryan's requests, Chris had analyzed and studied the two trial students over and over again.

"It seems that the tall one has good potential and is also a disciple of Colonus. I'll humor him and use him for magic experiments. This silly boy looks easy to deceive. Might as well play tricks on him and make him eager to come to me for help. Maybe I can gain some unexpected benefits. As for the short one, he's completely unsuitable for magic cultivation. I don't know which bastard selected him. This is really outrageous. However, his physique is quite good and he can definitely stand the torture. Alright, I've decided. It's not bad to use him as experimental material."

Chris secretly determined the arrangements for the two in her heart. The poor Ryan and Oliver had no idea that from this moment on, they, along with the dozens of raptors in the cage, became brothers in misfortune.

"You're called Oliver, right? I don't know if you're suitable for my training method or how good your magic application ability is. In consideration of Colonus, don't make things difficult for yourself. I'll let you pass," Chris said with feigned reluctance.

"This, this, Magician Chris, I really want to learn magic. I'm willing to pay any price to get your guidance," Oliver said eagerly, not realizing at all that he had stepped into a trap.

"I've made a profit, an unrestricted request!" Chris secretly rejoiced in her heart.

"Alright! Let's give it a try. However, once I think you're no good, you'll be expelled immediately. Understand?" the cunning witch said haughtily.

"As for you, I'm quite interested in your question. But be mentally prepared! The experiment can be dangerous," Chris turned her head and said to Ryan.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Amidst a series of surprised and delighted responses, Ryan didn't realize that he had fallen into the second trap in his life.

After lunch, of course, the lunch was prepared by Beena. The poor Beena immediately woke up under the ice-cold water attack of the witch (it was only a long time later that Ryan and the others learned that Chris only knew this kind of basic water magic mixed with ice cubes, and when the four young people were later able to use water magic proficiently, what they used was also this kind of ice-cold water-attacking water magic).

Watching Magician Chris giving orders to Beena to do this and that, the other three trial students couldn't help but think of the often-seen plot in the fairy tales told by adults in their childhood, where a young and pitiful little girl was bullied and ordered to do heavy work by an old witch in the castle. It turns out to have a basis in real life.

After eating, the poor Beena was responsible for washing the dishes.

However, even the insidious witch has her moments of compassion. Chris actually taught the poor female trial student how to precisely manipulate water magic to wash items. The specific method involves wrapping the item to be cleaned with clean water in the middle, then controlling the water flow to rotate continuously and constantly changing the rotation angle.

However, Beena was still unable to reliably use that advanced technique. It involved casting a spell on the water, a spell derived from a light magic spell exclusive to priests, which Chris had modified. This spell enhances the activity of water, giving it extremely strong washing and stain-removing capabilities.

A long time later, when Beena became a holy nun of the divine sect, she still vividly remembered this period of hardship, but she never told anyone about it.

Therefore, later generations recorded this experience based on speculation and documented and spread it in the world in another form.

The holy scriptures record such a passage: "Holy Nun Beena, Prophet Ryan, Sacred Knight Oliver, and Unifier King Jason obtained the teachings of the Father God in the Forest of Gods. Holy Nun Beena was tasked with bringing the divine blessing of holy water to the world; Prophet Ryan was tasked with spreading the sacred teachings to the world; Sacred Knight Oliver was tasked with destroying the existing system; Unifier King Jason was tasked with establishing a new order."

The dogma of religion undoubtedly contains too many subjective views, while later rigorous historians recorded it like this: "Two great figures, Beena and Ryan, who completed the religious unification and established the new religious system, along with Oliver and Jason, who made considerable contributions during the establishment of the new religious system, first met during the journey to the Forest of Gods. The reasons for this are quite controversial."

"But it is undeniable that Beena learned the method of making and using holy water during the journey to the Forest of Gods. The discovery of holy water is of great significance. The miracles caused by holy water turned religion from an upper-class religion into a popularized one. The rapid spread of the Father God theory was directly benefited from the effect of holy water. However, what is puzzling is that the Father God theory first emerged and spread rapidly not in the Kingdom of Sophie, but in the rival kingdom of Kaqiu..."

History sometimes plays such tricks on people.

Beena's journey of suffering began from then on, but soon she found psychological comfort. Because the miserable conditions of Oliver and Ryan were truly terrifying.

Chris only told Oliver that she would train him according to the training method recorded in an ancient magic book.

Therefore, watching Chris carefully flipping through that black-covered magic book, the simple-minded descendant of the knight was really excited about the opportunity to experience the ancient training mode!

She had no idea that the magic book was a record of training barbaric demon warriors from a magic kingdom destroyed a thousand years ago.

In today's world, magic and martial arts belong to two completely different systems of power. Although there are some cultivators who are proficient in both magic and martial arts, they cannot use both powers simultaneously.

This is just like Chris using four elemental magics at the same time, becoming a bottleneck in the use of power.

She had wanted to conduct such experiments a long time ago, but it was very difficult to find test subjects. First, the test subject must have a good foundation in martial arts, and Chris herself had no ability to teach martial arts. Moreover, they must have good magical potential.

Such materials are hard to come by, and now they seem to have come to her door. It would be a pity not to make full use of them.

The notebook she had previously acquired recorded how ancient people combined magic with martial skills to train barbaric demon warriors. However, that was a method that stripped the user's consciousness entirely, turning them into a fighting machine. Its usefulness was doubtful, and her special meditation method and special mental training method had not been tested, so she didn't know if they were feasible.

Fortunately, there was another test subject here; she might as well try him out.

The poor guinea pig was chosen.

"Oliver, in a sword duel, what factors play a dominant role in achieving victory? Tell me," Chris said.

Oliver didn't know why Chris asked such a question, but since childhood, he had heard or answered similar questions countless times: "Strength, speed, skill."

"Be more specific," Chris ordered.

"Strength is the origin of all attacks. The improvement of speed and the application of skill both require the guarantee of strength; speed is the direct manifestation of all attacks, including the speed of attack and the speed of reaction, reflecting strength and demonstrating skill; skill is the ultimate connotation of all attacks, the skill of controlling strength, the skill of mastering the timing of attack and defense, the skill of mastering the variation of moves, the skill of understanding the enemy and oneself." Oliver spoke eloquently.

"Very good, very good," Chris said: "As long as it involves a duel, the basic principles are the same, whether it's martial arts or magic. It's just that most magicians overlook the improvement of speed and skill. Duels between magicians have become a contest of strength, which you should be very clear about. But you've seen my duel with that demon wolf, and you should know what role speed and skill can play."

Recalling that earth-shattering battle and then considering what had just been said, the two of them seemed to understand a bit.

Chris continued, "So, instead of striving to maximize one kind of power, it's better to focus on effectively coordinating secondary powers. It's more effective because this second method offers greater flexibility. I guess there's a similar saying in sword duels too!"

"Yes, my father once warned me that against a strong enemy, using a powerful finishing move is not as effective as using a combination technique that incorporates both offense and defense."

"Hehehe, I told you so!" The piercing laughter once again filled the space.

"The power of magic can be combined with each other, and the same goes for magic and martial arts. How about trying a new magical offensive method?" Chris resorted to the standard temptation tactics commonly used by witches.

Nothing could arouse the fanatical enthusiasm of someone as innocent as Oliver more than something that seemed like a sacred cause, to the extent that Oliver never managed to shake off this fanatical pursuit throughout his life.

As a result, Oliver found those near-suicidal training methods delightful and never grew tired of them.

These training contents were roughly divided into two types: magic endurance training and magic-martial arts synchronization training.

Magic endurance training was designed to quickly approach magicians, so it involved training to defend and reduce magical damage using as little mental power as possible. Its characteristics were speed, flexibility, and low requirements for the level of magic. The principle was—escape if you can; if not, avoid; if you can't avoid, just endure.

Magic-martial arts synchronization training required maintaining a certain meditative state mentally during attacks.

So, whenever they saw Oliver looking like a freshly roasted duck from the burns or unable to walk properly due to electric shocks, only hopping around, or when he self-immolated due to desynchronization in magic-martial arts synchronization training and then got doused by Chris's ice-water attack, Beena truly felt fortunate for herself. Everyone has their own destiny; it seemed that the gods were quite generous to her.

Although tortured, Oliver still gained quite a lot.

Firstly, he learned the lower-tier magics of the four elemental magics, and his original fire magic reached an intermediate-upper level. He also learned other system magics: the water elemental defense magic—Crystal Water Wall; the wind elemental defense magic—Wind Guardianship; a magic invented by Chris for earth—Earth Wall Construction; an attack magic invented by Chris for water—Icy River Cascade (the ice-water combination magic); and a wind elemental attack magic—Wind Blade Technique.

Moreover, the Floating Spell and Winged Wind Spell were no longer exclusive to Jestan.

Seeing Oliver's achievements, Jestan was truly tempted, but of course, it was just temptation. For someone like Jestan, temptation was still a long way from action.

If we talk about who gained the most, it actually wasn't Oliver; it was someone else entirely. Don't think it was Ryan; he was the most miserable now, first tormented by Chris's strange potions until he was delirious, and then constantly subjected to electric shocks.

Speaking of gains, it was actually Beena who gained the most. By chance, she discovered that the washing water improved by Chris had extraordinary healing and regenerative stimulation abilities.

Therefore, through continuous practice, her mastery of this magic became increasingly profound. Of course, there was never a lack of practice subjects. Besides the constantly injured Oliver and Ryan, the pile of clothes that looked like a mountain was an eternal pain in her heart.

The most unfortunate of the three trial students was Ryan. Ryan's training was extremely simple—taking medicine, various inexplicable medicines.

Since Jestan, the only one with free time, often helped Chris as an assistant with dispensing and boiling medicine, if Jestan had a poor appetite one day and didn't eat, it meant that Ryan was going to have a terrible day the next.

Those medicines did nothing to help Ryan's problems; on the contrary, they often left him delirious. This made Ryan doubt Chris's sincerity.

During a moment of extreme mental confusion, Ryan actually dared to ask Chris to change the training method.

Afterwards, Chris readily changed the training to meditation, specifically, meditating while being electrocuted.

Now, Ryan really missed the previous training method, and the only one with free time, Jestan, was assigned to take care of Ryan during the training.

His main responsibility was to maintain the stability of the frequency and intensity of the electric shocks. Just by looking at Jestan, who used to have a poor appetite every three to five days, now only able to eat a little bit each day, one could imagine the effectiveness of the training.

During the ten-plus days of electrocution training, it could not be said that Ryan gained nothing; in fact, his mental power had increased several dozen times. Just in terms of mental power, he could reach the level of an upper-level magician.

Regarding this matter, Chris explained that maintaining a meditative state under electrocution, practicing for one day, was equivalent to continuous practice for three months under normal circumstances.

However, when Oliver also tried the same method, he found that he could barely use magic anymore. It turned out that maintaining a meditative state under electrocution tended to disperse mental power rather than concentrate it.

Therefore, electrocution meditation was not only unhelpful for Ryan's original problem but even worsened it.

Consequently, Magician Chris took the initiative to propose a change in training. But the terrified Ryan, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, refused adamantly.

Having spent more than two months together (during which time Beena had completed her originally assigned task of cooking, but had only finished washing less than half of the clothes, so she had to stay on, and of course, she still did the cooking), the trial students and Magician Chris became familiar with each other.

Ryan and Oliver had tried several times to ask Chris about the many questions brought up by the magical battle.

Finally, one day, Oliver couldn't help but bring it up during dinner.

"Teacher Chris, I've always been puzzled about how you cast spells. I've never seen you recite incantations!" Oliver asked directly.

"I do recite them!" Chris replied, raising her right hand as usual, and with a sharp cry, a fireball appeared.

"So, that sound is the incantation?" Ryan asked, as he had thought this for a long time.

"Yes! If you recite an incantation at the fastest frequency, it would sound like this," Chris explained.

"So, your voice became like this because..." Beena started to say.

"There is always a trade-off for what one gains," Chris revealed a solemn expression for the first time since they met.

"So how can you use four elemental magics at the same time?" Oliver asked further.

"I'm not using them at the same time; it's just that my magic switching speed is quite fast," Chris replied.

"Then could I possibly do it?" Oliver was always most interested in any method that could enhance his power.

"Of course, you could have a minor surgery to split your mental power, if you want to try," Chris said.

"Mental power splitting!" Oliver's face turned green instantly.

"Of course, if you don't split your mental power, how can you maintain four different meditative states, unless you have three heads like that demon wolf."

"So you can cast spells continuously based on the same principle?" Ryan quickly steered the conversation away from the topic of mental power splitting, fearing that further discussion would lead to mental splitting.

He now understood how Chris's "madness" had formed.

"Yes, carry out these two different meditations of gathering and applying simultaneously, coupled with the help of magical instruments."

"You are truly a great magician to have invented such a unique concept of magic," Oliver exclaimed in admiration.

"I didn't invent it. The inventor was the assistant hired by my magic teacher," Chris said with a sneer.

Hearing this, the four trial students were momentarily speechless.

Beena, who reacted first, asked, "Who is your teacher? And who is that great assistant?"

"My teacher is the Archmage Nagga, you should have all heard of him. As for that assistant, he's an extremely disgusting guy," Chris said with a look of extreme disgust.

"Archmage Nagga, I know. Then that assistant must be the great Archmage Cecilia of Montita," Oliver said, being a noble, he had a much clearer understanding of interpersonal relationships than ordinary people.

"It's not Cecilia, although Cecilia is also quite annoying."

"If these magical concepts were invented by that assistant, he should have been able to become a very famous magician no matter what!" Oliver said.

"That guy's biggest wish is to just eat, drink, and wait for death; his favorite things are women, fine food, and wine; what he fears the most is fame and social obligations; what he hates the most is cultivation and practice, his skills in swindling and groping women's butts are much better than his magic. None of the female disciples under my teacher have escaped from his clutches," Chris said indignantly, completely unaware that she had spilled all her embarrassing stories.

After hearing Chris's description, Beena's face was already flushed red, Oliver was dumbfounded, unable to believe that such a person existed, and Ryan had an ominous premonition.

"So, what's this guy's name?" Jestan asked.

"Victor!" As soon as Chris finished speaking, amidst a series of choking and laughing sounds, soup and food flew everywhere.

Looking at the four trial students who were bending over coughing severely and a table of obviously inedible food, Chris was not angry about the early end to dinner.

"It seems that this Victor has something to do with you four, huh?" Chris said in an unusually soft tone.

"No, it has nothing to do with me, Victor is just Ryan's teacher," Jestan, being a cunning merchant, seized the moment to betray his friend with great precision.

"Yes, yes..." Beena nodded repeatedly, it seemed that even long-term priestly education couldn't withstand the brief time spent with Chris.

Although Oliver didn't say anything, judging by how far he distanced himself from Ryan, it was clear that he had further understood and improved upon his father's lesson about "the persistence of action."

Ryan had actually guessed earlier that the guy Chris was talking about might be his own teacher.

Although Chris spoke in an extremely soft tone, from the fiery light flashing in her eyes and the sparks flying from between her fingers, everyone knew that Chris was about to blow her top.

"Ryan, I remember now, there's definitely a way to teach you magic, hehehe—hehehe—" A sharp laugh cut through the space, and from the laughter, it was evident that Chris was really very happy.

But Ryan could no longer hear, because he had fainted at the first moment.