Chapter 9: The Wizarding World

Moro waved his hand to dispel the minor tricks he had cast upon the group, his face brimming with joy.

Even when Leon asked him about the nature of the extraordinary in a state of agitation, he did not get angry. Instead, he cheerfully began to explain the world of wizards to him...

"The binding spell and the silence barrier I used on you just now are a type of primary sorcery."

"So-called sorcery is a mysterious system constructed by combining one's own innate talent with a framework of knowledge. Those who master sorcery are known as... wizards."

When Moro uttered the word "wizard," a strange feeling suddenly arose in Angel's heart, as if a force from the unknown was pushing him, propelling him toward a distant, nameless place.

That distant place was called Truth. The conviction that wizards pursue throughout their lives.

Once this feeling emerged, it was difficult to extinguish.

Angel did not know why he suddenly had the urge to explore the distance. Was it his worldview, cultivated by his mentor for over a decade, signaling to him? Was it a whim, or a sudden flash of inspiration?

Angel did not know, but he did not suppress the longing in his heart. Instead, he folded this thought away, placed it into the box of his mind, and waited for the day it would be opened.

Perhaps Moro was truly happy. Seeing that everyone around him was filled with curiosity and admiration, and that his two grandchildren were about to become wizard apprentices, he decided not to hold back anymore. In high spirits, he began to talk to the group about the culture and system of the wizarding world...

"Wizard" is merely a collective term for these gifted individuals. However, not every gifted person can become a wizard.

Even Moro himself could not yet be called a wizard; he could only be barely termed a "wizard apprentice."

If one were to analyze the wizarding population statistically, 99% of them are wizard apprentices. Less than 1% of the gifted are able to successfully break through the barrier and ascend to become wizards who pursue truth and practice self-worth.

From this simple and brutal data, one can see just how arduous the path of a wizard is.

In the process of his explanation, Moro also happened to mention the place they were currently standing on: the Old Earth Continent.

To wizards from the Fan Continent, the name "Old Earth Continent" was basically a joke. Only wizards born here would call it that. Other wizards had a different name for it: the Fringe Island.

This world is vast and boundless. To those living on it, the Old Earth Continent is so large that one could never finish walking it in a lifetime. But to wizards whose eyes are fixed on thousands of planes, it can only be considered a "not-so-small" island.

As for why it was named the Fringe Island, it was not because it was located on the edge, but because the active elements contained in the air here are scarce. Elemental wizards here have to expend much more effort to absorb inert elements for combat, which is clearly not cost-effective.

Therefore, this place is basically called a dead zone by elemental wizards. The extraordinary beings who once lived on this island have all evacuated, which is why it is called the Fringe Island.

Of course, within the vast wizarding system, wizards who specialize in the elemental path are only a small portion, so there is no need for everyone to evacuate the Fringe Island. But in truth, for any wizard, no matter which system you specialize in, you will know at least a few elemental spells. Thus, if there is a better continent to rest on, why stay on the Fringe Island?

The meaning of "fringe" is actually a place marginalized by wizards.

"This time, I am taking Allen and Irene back to the White Coral Floating Island Academy on the Fan Continent. I didn't expect to gain the opportunity to break through to a high-level wizard apprentice halfway. All of this is thanks to the assistance of Viscount Pat." Moro smiled and stroked his white beard, which reached his chest, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "Before I leave, if Viscount Pat has any troubles, feel free to tell me. On the Old Earth Continent, it is hard to find things that I cannot accomplish."

Moro's words were clearly meant to repay the kindness brought by the "Morning Dew After Rain," and could also be understood as "clearing the slate early."

Leon was still intoxicated by the magnificence of the wizarding world and did not react for a moment, only snapping back to reality when Earl Eaton spoke.

Eaton: "I heard that you are preparing to set off for Waterford next month to formally complete the succession ceremony for the Viscountcy... The Pat family has always guarded the coastline, continuously providing supplies to the vanguard camp, and has made great contributions to the fight against the knights of the Hylan Kingdom. If the King were to know, I presume you would no longer need to go to Waterford."

Of course, there would be no need to go to Waterford. As long as the Monn family spoke up, let alone a hereditary Viscountcy, even a hereditary Earldom would be no problem!

Originally, this was Moro's personal favor, but with Eaton saying this, it was clear he wanted to exclude Moro's personal intention to repay it and replace it with the Monn family. If Leon agreed to Eaton's suggestion, then the favor Moro owed would naturally be wiped clean.

Although Leon was young, he was not confused. No matter how powerful the Monn family was, they were still a mortal noble family of the Golden Sparrow Empire; even if Moro was just one person, he stood behind another magnificent and fantastical world.

Naturally, Leon would not choose Eaton's proposal.

Leon thought for a moment and was about to speak when he felt Angel gently nudge his leg under the table. He turned his head and saw Angel with an expression of wanting to say something but hesitating.

Leon understood in his heart, so he said to Moro: "The 'Morning Dew After Rain' is actually my younger brother's possession, so let Angel make the decision himself."

Once these words were spoken, Eaton raised an eyebrow and looked deeply at Leon. The outside world always said that the two Pat brothers were at odds; it seems that was just a rumor. Being able to give such a great opportunity to Angel showed how much Leon cherished him.

Since Leon had already stated his position, Eaton did not say anything more.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was no longer focused on Leon, but on Angel, who had been silent all along.

Watched by five pairs of eyes, Angel showed no signs of stage fright. His noble demeanor was fully displayed, combined with the gentlemanly spirit of the Huaxia from the other world that his mentor had taught him. Angel not only had a peaceful expression, but every look in his eyes also carried a gentle temperament.

"Speaking of troubles, I don't know what troubles my brother has, but for myself... I really do have two troubles. One is a bit larger, swirling in my heart for a long time; the other is smaller, just born, and can be ignored." Angel looked at Moro: "If Mr. Moro can help me solve the big trouble, the small one is not worth mentioning."

Moro: "Why not tell me, what is your big trouble?"

When Leon turned the right to speak over to Angel, Moro was actually quite happy. What kind of trouble could a boy raised in a greenhouse have? It was nothing more than fancying some young lady and not daring to confess... He felt it was a big trouble, while outsiders would think, why worry about such things?

Leon sighed in his heart. When Angel mentioned the "big trouble," he already knew what Angel was going to say next. It seemed Angel had decided to use this favor for Jon.

Sure enough, Angel spoke directly: "The big trouble I mentioned is about my mentor. His name is Jon. He was accidentally taken in by my father twenty years ago and has been teaching me knowledge ever since. However, recently, my mentor's health has been deteriorating day by day..."

Starting today, I will update one chapter every day at 3:00 PM and 9:00 PM~ This is a clumsy work by a newcomer, I hope you all will add it to your collections. Best regards, Xiao Mu.

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