In the study.
The servants brought things in and then left, and next it was up to Lin Ke to personally move them forward.
Lin Ke first struggled to drag the chair taller than himself on the carpet, dragging it to the farthest bookshelf.
"Why... why don't you let the servants do it?"
Ove seemed unaccustomed to communicating with people, but he knew such things didn't require Lin Ke to handle personally.
"You traveled all this way to get here; as the host of Azaenn Castle, it is only right to do something trivial for you," Lin Ke said, reciting his prepared speech.
"Your father provided compensation..." Ove replied.
"He gave compensation for his business; it doesn't affect my respect for my teacher, does it?"
Lin Ke laboriously hauled the chair to the front of the bookshelf, maintaining a distance from Ove, panting for breath, and then began to lift the basin of ice.
Azanen stores a lot of ice in the basement during winter, to be enjoyed when summer arrives.
There's still some time before summer, but to retain this socially anxious teacher, using a bit of ice meant for enjoyment is nothing.
At this moment, Ove seemed to realize, standing behind the bookshelf, he waved his magic staff and softly said, "Servant of Truth!"
"Zizz..."
Suddenly, purple currents converged in mid-air, transforming into a triangular frame emitting electric light.
"You go sit down, these can be done by the servant."
Although Ove's tone remained calm, his voice seemed a bit gentler.
Lin Ke didn't force it, just expressing his intention was sufficient.
He sat back down, curiously examining this Servant of Truth.
The triangular Servant of Truth floated in mid-air, with two slightly thicker electric arms projecting from its body, connecting to the ice basin, suspending it as if it were held by two wires.
Two ice basins and four chairs were placed, respectively for Lin Ke and Ove.
Next, the exquisite early tea was also divided into four portions, one for Ove and Lin Ke each.
In theory, John couldn't eat, as his identity was still that of a servant.
But Lin Ke couldn't bother with all that, he mustn't let Ove think John was special, thereby diverting his attention.
Teachers tend to focus on the outstanding, whether it's outstanding in studies, mischievousness, or poor performance.
"Today, I'm going to teach you all to take up a career; of course, the process of taking up a career is not easy, it depends on whether you have sufficient wisdom."
Ove felt the cool air around him, sat down on the soft and smooth velvet chair, couldn't help but wiggle comfortably, although Lin Ke and the others couldn't see it.
"Alright." Lin Ke and the others answered together.
Lin Ke and John agreed that for common questions, just use "yes" or "alright" as universal answers, staying as bland as possible.
If there were questions, Lin Ke would answer them individually.
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After all, Lin Ke had to apprentice successfully quickly, or else there would be no reason to keep Ove after the lessons ended.
"Hmm, let me first talk about taking up a profession..."
Ove began his narrative, as Lin Ke and the others listened attentively, each bringing bound parchment and quill pens to take notes diligently.
Simply put, taking up a profession is a process of attribute fusion.
Bloodline is like the inheritance of ancestors' skills, bloodlines, professions, and traits.
Traits are one of the inheritables.
For example, the traits of the profession [Scholar] are "learning," "research," "record."
Imbue the insights and memories about these traits into one's bloodline, and then fuse them together, forming a profession.
But this integration must also be an effective fusion to work.
For instance, if you combine the trait of "learning" with the trait of "destruction," the resulting profession might not be [Scholar], or it might not even integrate, failing to form a profession.
And many of these professional trait recipes have been formed through years of evolution, speculation, and exploration by various factions, they are top secret.
Only some basic recipes are common knowledge, such as Andrew's originally discovered [Scholar] profession.
What Lin Ke and the others have to do now is experience and comprehend "learning," "research," etc., then become a professional [Scholar].
Yes, all three of them have to do this.
Because the [Scholar] profession easily transitions into other professions, after all, [Scholars] can study magic or research battles.
In the future, they can transform into mages or warriors without interference.
"So, over the next period, I will lead you in learning, exploring, researching... Until you have sufficient comprehension and integrate into [Scholars] before I leave... Do you have any questions?"
Ove concluded his explanation, waiting for Lin Ke and the others to absorb it.
Lin Ke was completely stunned...
This... so simple?
Enough insight and experience are all it takes?
Ove seemed to see Lin Ke's indifference, so he warned, "Little Lin Ke, your aptitude is excellent, really excellent, but you must take this matter seriously."
He sighed, "Your talent is 'outstanding,' but know that jobs and talent don't correlate much; it depends on whether you truly have your own understanding of those traits."
"In legends, the Prince of Stars, that unique Andrew-level talent, also took nearly three days to become a [Knight], oh, [Knight] is an equivalent to [Scholar], one of the foundations of all professions."
Three days...
Lin Ke nodded slowly, but still asked, "Teacher Ove, may I go to the Soul Space and try it now?"
"Haha, sure."
Ove chuckled; many beginners thought they could conjure up professions, but it often turned out differently.
Some were so foolish they couldn't grasp a single trait after two or three years, more foolish than the Gula Fish People.
And for some, it might take five or six months.
He estimated that with young Lin Ke's brilliant mind, it might only need one or two weeks.
"Alright, let's all three try it." Lin Ke signaled to John and Knicks.
John and Knicks understood immediately, closing their eyes, and Lin Ke followed suit.
It was effortless to enter the Soul Space.
Arriving there, Lin Ke saw his three small saplings, looking just the same as when he last left.
Lin Ke's soul form walked over, touching the sapling of "knowledge," and memories slowly flowed.
These were... memories of a past life.
The "learning" trait, six years of elementary school, three years of middle school, three years of high school, four years of university, three years of graduate school, four years of doctoral program, and even life afterward... everywhere was learning!
Then came the "research" trait, "record" trait...
Memories of a past life flowed slowly, and those memories finally transformed into four or five light clusters, merging into the sapling from Lin Ke's hands.
Lin Ke opened his eyes.
Only to see the tip of the small sapling, the light clusters gradually fused together, fluctuating, flickering a few times, and eventually slowly condensed.
Very easy, very effortless!
The sapling began to grow outward, finally growing into a slender branch.
"This... this is it?"
Originally, Lin Ke just wanted to try it personally, with a mindset of just experimenting, who knew his sapling would inexplicably grow from the soil at the bottom of the Soul Space?
He touched it again, and a message surfaced in his mind.
[Scholar].
Simultaneously, those insights about traits he had just input coursed through his heart as light shadows.
"Learning," "Research," "Record"...
It really... seems to have worked!
Lin Ke, half-believing, exited the Soul Space.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw Ove in the distance standing by the bookshelf, looking this way with astonishment and disbelief.
Yet Ove still had a smile on his face, making Lin Ke suspect whether the teacher had a stiff face.
"You... how can you... it's only been half an hour..."
Ove's gaze resembled the expression one would have seeing the King of Gods about to die, turning into a fan-like chart.
Six parts shock, three parts lament, and... a touch of envy.
Lin Ke was puzzled, so he turned to look at John.
"Young Master, twenty-three minutes have passed now," John counted quietly, then softly reminded Ove, "Lord Ove, it's still seven minutes until half an hour."
He, John, has always been very precise, always very precise.
Regarding time, although there were no clocks in Azaenn Castle, there were still methods of keeping track.
"[Scholar] in half an hour..." Ove heard and fell into a deep silence: "Do you know, half an hour... okay, twenty-three minutes, what that represents?"
To the pioneers of the professions, Andrew above...
Lin Ke is truly a genius!
"Teacher, even the most beautiful seed needs a gardener to plant and guide it, or it's just a seed," Lin Ke answered with a smile, humble and polite.
All of Ove's emotions instantly transformed into a heart cherishing talent: "Little one, your achievements in the future, perhaps...
Perhaps could outshine the stars!"