"You should focus on stabilizing your Magic Sea. I'll teach you new things after it takes shape." Just by looking at Enoch's face, Horn knew that he hadn't made much progress.
"There are still new things? I originally thought the things you taught me before were the most profound knowledge. There's actually more!" Enoch felt a bit more motivated to condense his Magic Sea, and his face was full of determination.
"I'll definitely condense my Magic Sea as soon as possible," Enoch vowed.
"The Magic Sea and the Consciousness Sea are the most fundamental basics. You need to be steady. You can't be hasty. It'll be bad if something goes wrong."
Horn shook his head. The Magic Sea was of utmost importance in magic learning. Being too hasty could easily lead to mistakes.
"There are still a few hours until dawn. If you have any questions about your current cultivation, feel free to ask me."
Horn looked younger than Enoch, but in their relationship, Horn was more like a teacher, while Enoch was a respectful student.
The two ignored the attitude of Lichard lying on the ground and regarded his house as a classroom, starting a teaching session between spell - casters. There weren't many things to be clarified. Most of the night, the two sat in meditation. Gradually, the white moon in the sky faded away. Before the sun showed up, the sky began to brighten slightly.
Seeing that the night was about to end, Horn stood up, stuffed the books into his shabby bag, and said to Enoch, "Alright, today's experiment is over. Keep this man alive for now. It's best to wait until the Church of the North Wind discovers him on their own. Don't act rashly and attract the attention of the North Wind Church."
"Are you going to suffer with that old carpenter again?" Enoch was a bit puzzled about Horn's job. With his abilities, he didn't need to make a living as a small carpenter. Wouldn't it be better to use that time for cultivation?
"He's my teacher. You'd better show a little respect. And in the short term, the carpentry work is beneficial to my research," Horn pushed his glasses and said.
"That old and stuffy carpenter has no right to be your teacher, Horn Memhailin!" Enoch shouted at Horn excitedly.
"Enough! Stop talking! I said show some respect!" There was a cold glint in Horn's eyes. "I don't want to hear such words from your mouth again."
Enoch immediately shut up.
Seeing that Enoch stopped talking, Horn's expression softened a bit. "I'm going back to work. Do you still have enough wands?"
"Yes, I have enough. There are still more than a dozen," Enoch was frightened by the cold glint in Horn's eyes and spoke very softly.
Horn nodded and left Lichard's house. Inside the house, Enoch secretly let out a sigh of relief. Horn's look just now really scared him. It seemed that he was really angry.
Enoch, who had been a wild witch since childhood, deeply understood that among the wild witches, over 90% of whom couldn't even be called professionals, a guy who could kill a third - level magic beast before the age of twenty had extremely terrifying talent!
Not to mention that Horn had saved his life. Just based on Horn's talent and those great research results, it was enough for Enoch to regard Horn as the future of the wild witches.
Precisely because he valued Horn, Enoch was very puzzled about Horn's obsession with being a small carpenter.
Before dawn, Horn returned to his residence, Douglas's Carpenter Shop.
Douglas's Carpenter Shop was in the western district of Leen City. It occupied a not - small yard beside a street near the main road. There was a medium - sized carpenter shop facing the street in the yard.
Horn entered through the back door of the yard and went back to his room. He took off the clothes he wore when meeting with Enoch and changed into a relatively lighter work suit. Rubbing his eyes and pretending to have just woken up, he came to the front door of the shop.
"Good morning, Aunt Maze," Horn greeted the shop - keeper, Aunt Maze, familiarly.
"You're up very early today, Horn," Aunt Maze was a tall woman, seven feet tall and four feet around the waist. Her son was a bounty hunter, making a living by hunting some low - level demons or powerful beasts. Since Douglas and Horn didn't have time to watch the shop all the time, they hired her to do it at a price of twenty copper coins a day.
"Where's the teacher?" Horn yawned and asked.
Horn's teacher, Old Douglas, was a well - known carpenter in Leen City. The furniture he made was very popular in Leen City. He settled in Leen City more than a decade ago.
"He should be having breakfast. You live with him. You should know better than me," Aunt Maze said loudly. Horn smiled awkwardly. How could he know better than Aunt Maze when he had just come back from outside?
Horn went to the dining room in the small yard. An old man with graying hair and yellow skin was enjoying his breakfast. He was Horn's teacher, Old Douglas.
There was a basin of soup, several steamed buns, and some pickled vegetables made from Ceylon plants on the table. These were Douglas's favorite foods.
"Again with these things. Can't you make a few fried eggs and toast some bread slices? I'm so sick of these things," Horn plopped down opposite Old Douglas, picked up a somewhat blackened steamed bun, and took a bite.
In Horn's opinion, these strange foods that Douglas often ate were not that delicious except for having an exotic flavor. Douglas's cooking skills were not good, and the ingredients he used were not suitable for such a way of cooking. But since the teacher liked them, what could he do?
Generally, Horn didn't necessarily like the things his teacher liked, but at least he wouldn't dislike them. However, eating these things all the time was still a bit boring.
"It has the taste of home," the old man said to Horn with a smile. "It's good that you're back. Come and eat while it's hot. After that, you'll have to help me make a cabinet for the count."
The old man took out another set of chopsticks and bowls and put them in front of Horn.
Horn skillfully ate with chopsticks. It had taken Horn a lot of time over the past ten years to go from being clumsy at the beginning to being able to use this kind of tableware skillfully. Come to think of it, except at Old Douglas's place, Horn had never seen anyone else use chopsticks.
"What did you and that boy Enoch do last night?" the old man asked casually while eating. Although he didn't act with Horn, he always knew a lot about Horn's whereabouts.
"I killed a man, the one who reported the Tory couple. I fed him the Flame Affinity Potion," Horn said honestly that he had killed someone without any concealment.
Old Douglas's hand froze for a moment. Had that crying child back then grown up enough to calmly say something like killing a person? It seemed that he had really grown up.
"Teacher, what do you think of my idea of gathering all like - minded wild witches and spreading the knowledge you taught me to fight for an equal status for wild witches?" Horn continued when he saw the old man freeze.
"No. You'd better just be an honest carpenter. Your idea has no future," Old Douglas sneered.
After Horn placed the chopsticks and bowls steadily on the table, he propped himself up on the table, stood up, widened his eyes, and stared directly into the old man's face.
"Teacher Douglas, you gave me a choice.
It was either to hide everything about being a wild witch and live a peaceful life,
or to constantly hone myself as a wild witch.
Do you still remember my choice, teacher?
I chose to be a wild witch.
No, to be a mage as you described!"