As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of Fercart and Keira changed simultaneously.
They immediately looked towards where Hen was pointing and saw the inconspicuous box.
Instantly, expressions of incredible surprise appeared on their faces—was there dimetrium present on site? Neither of them had sensed anything at all just now...
And Hen, relying on the slight changes in the surrounding magical energy without even trying to probe specifically,
had been able to precisely determine the existence of the dimetrium? What powerful perception.
Triss was also secretly amazed in her heart. It was only when she cast her spell that she clearly felt the dimetrium interfering and causing her to lose control.
Under normal circumstances, she also wouldn't notice it unless she was within a certain distance.
And Hen not only perceived it instantly but could also pinpoint its specific location. This understanding and perception of the essence of magic was simply...
And among the few present, only Karl was the calmest about this.
As far as he knew, Hen and Tissaia, those high-level sorcerers who had survived from the Golden Age to the present, had long been beyond comprehension.
Especially Hen, who was nearly five hundred years old; the knowledge and power he had accumulated were unknown.
If he remembered correctly, even when faced with an anti-magic field or locked in dimetrium shackles,
high-level sorcerers like Tissaia and Hen could still cast spells silently.
In comparison, simply detecting the presence of dimetrium from a distance was nothing for Hen.
Immediately after, Hen once again demonstrated his powerful magical attainments to Triss and the other three.
He didn't even make any gestures, nor did his lips move to recite an incantation.
In an environment filled with the interfering energy of dimetrium, he effortlessly opened a stable portal in front of him from nothing.
The entire process was as natural as breathing, and Hen didn't even lift a finger.
This miraculous scene made Fercart yearn for it, and Keira was even more in awe and despair.
Just as Karl was about to step into the portal, Triss hastily stepped forward to remind him: "Karl, listen. If you don't want to... be torn apart by uncontrolled energy during teleportation,"
"that box of dimetrium cannot be brought into the portal. It will seriously disrupt the stability of the teleportation spell!"
"Afterwards, I will arrange for a reliable person to send it to the academy and deliver it to you."
Hearing this, Karl smiled awkwardly, feeling ashamed of his carelessness that had led to the laboratory being bombed.
He didn't have such a foolish idea as bringing the dimetrium into the portal right now.
"Thank you for the reminder, Triss. Sorry for the trouble."
When Karl took the final step towards the swirling orange door, his steps paused slightly, and he turned his head.
A barely perceptible sneer flickered across his face, and his gaze meaningfully swept over Keira, who stood frozen.
That look was like a cold sword blade, instantly piercing through Keira's last psychological defense, and she trembled violently.
As Karl's figure disappeared into the portal, Hen followed him.
The next moment, the portal emitted a soft hum of energy, then quickly contracted and dissipated into the air, as if it had never appeared.
With a "thud," Keira completely lost the strength to support herself and collapsed onto the cold ground in despair.
She desperately dug her hands into her neatly coiffed light blonde hair, scratching fiercely, her face full of remorse and fear.
At this moment, she had none of the former elegance and arrogance of a sorceress left.
Fercart witnessed all this, the corners of his mouth curling into an obvious sarcastic smile.
Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, he could guess from Keira's appearance.
She must have offended Karl before, and now that she knew she had kicked an iron plate, she was starting to fear retaliation.
He said nothing, just nodded to Triss and turned away from the ruins with a smug air.
Triss looked at Keira, who was sitting on the ground like a madwoman, and finally sighed softly, not stepping forward to comfort her.
She had reminded Keira many times not to provoke Karl, and now this situation was entirely Keira's own fault.
...…
Ban Ard Academy was located in the Blue Mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, within the territory of Kaedwen.
The discomfort of passing through the portal quickly faded, and Karl found himself in a hall filled with antiquity and mystery.
Hen didn't follow the usual procedure and arrange for Karl to attend classes with the ordinary students of the academy.
And when Karl asked this question, Hen simply shook his head calmly.
His tone was matter-of-fact: "With your talent... associating with ordinary students who are still ignorant and easily distracted by pleasure,"
"would only slow their progress and even taint you with bad study habits."
"And the level of the teachers at the academy is insufficient for you; it would be a complete waste of your precious time. So, I will personally handle your magical studies."
Karl had no objection to this, and it was naturally impossible to ask that Dean Hen himself teach him.
The next day, Hen handed Karl a book with a simple cover, but it wasn't heavy.
"Read it seriously and take it as your first reference. If you don't understand anything, be sure to ask me immediately. Don't be shy about speaking up." Hen advised.
And the title of this book was [The Dangers of Magic]. It was indeed very thin—just over twenty pages.
But the content inside was very experienced and rich, with almost no fluff.
It detailed various situations that novices might encounter when casting spells for the first time,
possible risks, and common mistakes students often made.
And most importantly, how to safely access the initial magic from the four elemental sources—earth, air, water, and fire—according to their own characteristics.
Karl read very quickly. In just over ten minutes, he closed the book and said he had memorized the main points.
Hen made sure Karl didn't have any omissions and avoided dangers that could arise from misunderstandings and deviations.
He held the book with an extremely rigorous attitude, repeatedly and carefully questioning and confirming key concepts, risk warnings, and guidance methods with Karl.
Karl, on the other hand, answered fluently, not only accurately recounting the book's content but also appropriately elaborating on the text based on his own understanding.
A look of satisfaction finally appeared on Hen's serious face, and he rarely praised: "Very good, you have an excellent memory and understanding. This will save you a lot of study time."
He put away the book, and his tone became serious: "So... we are ready to begin your first spell casting."
"However, Karl, you must understand that your physique is different from that of ordinary source sorcerers."
"The casting process may encounter unexpected difficulties or anomalies, and it may not go smoothly. So, you need to be mentally prepared."