Chapter 111 The Little White Rabbit in the Eyes of Wolves
Aaron looked at the next doorway, the darkness within making him shiver.
"Um… my stomach hurts. Can I go back first?"
"What do you think?" Sarks said playfully, "If you can't avoid it, you have to face it calmly."
"Actually, besides facing it, there's also the option of escaping," Aaron said very seriously.
Sarks was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and gave Aaron a thumbs up.
"Not a bad idea. I used to think the same way.
But in the end, you'll find that you can't escape, and you'll definitely regret it later."
Aaron hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and dragged himself towards the next doorway.
"Lord Sarks, young master… he'll be alright, won't he!" Gines asked with some concern.
"He will. He's already far ahead of many people. If he can't even withstand this much pressure, then it would be too disappointing.
Also, you two are truly incompetent, even this child's…" Sarks paused here, "Never mind, this is also his ability.
In short, as long as this guy doesn't die young, his future achievements will definitely not be low, and he might even rank among the top three in the Gaius Family history."
Gines was overjoyed to hear this, but also a little apprehensive at the same time.
He and the current Patriarch, as well as the previous Patriarchs, Aaron's father and grandfather, had discussed it before and thought Aaron's talent could at most reach the top fifty.
Although that ranking sounded only moderately above average, compared to other Wizard families, it was already remarkable, but they never expected such a sudden surprise.
What is the concept of top three? Excellence is beyond doubt, but the top three successors in the history of the Gaius Family were all of the Saint Magister level, which is far beyond what the word 'excellent' can describe.
"This subordinate understands. I will do my best to assist the young master in the future," Gines solemnly promised, then looked at Sarks as if he wanted to say more, "This matter is quite significant. The Patriarch and the Old Patriarch…"
"Keep it a secret for now! Don't tell anyone for a year.
I'm speaking from experience; that feeling of having great expectations placed upon you isn't really pleasant."
"Understood."
Gines nodded, bowed, and withdrew.
The next Chamber of Secrets was a botanical garden. When Gines entered, Aaron had already summoned the memory of Ancestor Lant, and they seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.
"Gines," Lant beckoned, "From now on, bring Aaron here every two days for forty-five minutes each time, understood?"
"Yes, Lord Lant!"
Lant nodded, led Aaron to the back of the botanical garden, and personally sent him into the next Chamber of Secrets.
The sixth Chamber of Secrets was a huge Library, twice the size of Hogwarts.
But Aaron showed no hint of awe. He skillfully walked to the center of the Library and placed his hand on the rising black pillar.
After the figure appeared, Aaron was not in the mood to learn about this ancestor's story. He simply gave a polite bow.
"Ancestor, I won't say much; those who understand, understand.
I'm not interested in these books, so… please forgive this unworthy descendant's impulsiveness."
Aaron said through gritted teeth, then walked towards the next door on his own.
Gines awkwardly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I'm very sorry, young master he…"
"No need to explain, I understand.
This child is quite extraordinary. Compared to other subjects, my area is indeed not that important.
How about this! You can arrange my class as a self-study for him. He can come whenever he wants to relax."
"Re, relax?"
Gines looked at the endless bookshelves, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"What, can't he?
Reading can cultivate one's character. I won't teach him any profound magic, but I can answer all his questions. The books hold the answers to everything."
"Yes!"
Upon arriving at the next Chamber of Secrets, Aaroninitially intended to follow the same approach as in the previous one: act angry, bow respectfully, state his position, and then sincerely apologize.
This way, he might gain some initiative, or at least shorten the class time.
However, this Chamber of Secrets was empty, and the door was open. The walls, floor, and ceiling were covered with various magic arrays.
Upon careful observation, he felt a sense of joy and lightness.
"Young master, you walked too fast; I almost couldn't keep up with you," Gines said with a smile, then explained, "Evidently, this ancestor specialized in magic arrays.
Incidentally, the defensive magic array in the Castle is his work.
It's just that he has a rather eccentric temperament."
"Oh!"
Aaron became somewhat interested in this ancestor upon hearing that. After all, someone who could design a defensive magic array capable of blocking a Saint Magisterwould definitely have a higher cost-performance ratio than the previous few.
As he pressed his hand on the black pillar, all the magicarrays lit up almost simultaneously and began to slowly operate, instantly making the room vibrant and colorful.
"Yo! An excellent junior." A white-haired old man abruptly appeared before the two, staring at Aaron with interest, "Interested in learning magic arrays with me?"
"Lord Wehert, you…"
"You shut up, I'm asking him."
Gines meekly nodded and remained silent.
"If I say I'm not interested, will you not teach me?" Aaronasked.
"No, you are interested," Wehert chuckled, "I carved a magicarray in the black pillar, and one needs to meet several conditions to summon me.
One, the Gaius bloodline; two, exceptional talent; three, his own willingness.
Your father and grandfather both came here, but they didn't even qualify to summon me."
Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile upon hearing this, then he bowed respectfully, "Teacher."
"Good!" Wehert smiled contentedly, "Gines, two hours a day, you know how to arrange it."
"Yes!"
Wehert waved one hand, and a magic array on the wall suddenly began to spin.
Before the two could react, they were transported into the next Chamber of Secrets.
"His temper is quite eccentric," Aaron said with a wry smile, then looked at this Chamber of Secrets filled with various fitness equipment and unknown solutions, somewhat reluctantly placing his hand on the black pillar.
A puff of smoke flashed, and a muscular young man looked at Aaron playfully, "Not bad, I'm very satisfied with this student."
"Uh… that ancestor." Aaron's expression was a little unnatural, "I haven't decided whether I want to learn from you yet. After all, I'm really not interested in fitness."
"Vulgar! Is this fitness? This is physical enhancement.
As long as you're willing to endure hardship, I have a way to strengthen your physical quality to the human limit. Close combat is a Wizard's weakness, but in fact, the body is.
According to my method, even if you are stabbed through the heart, you won't die immediately, and you can even last an extra half an hour in intense combat."
Aaron's mouth twitched violently, then he waved his hand, "When I learn to forge divine weapons from Ancestor Algol, I'll first equip myself with a set of armor."
"That is ultimately an external object.
Moreover, what you learn is not just simple physical enhancement, but the corresponding knowledge. Later, as long as resources are sufficient, you can continue to evolve."
"Hmm… I've thought about it carefully, and I'll still pass."
Aaron walked towards the next Chamber of Secrets on his own. The Gaius Family is not short on money and can completely rely on technological equipment; there's no need to play with mutations using his own body.
"Stop, I'm thinking for your own good, and you're being ungrateful.
You don't have the right to refuse, you should be clear about that, right!"
Aaron couldn't help but stop. Only then did he remember that these ancestors all had their ways of holding him accountable.
He looked bitterly at Gines, but the latter shook his head, giving Aaron a helpless look, then took out a small notebook, "Sir, please make the arrangements."
"Once every three days is enough. The time will vary, depending on the specific situation."
"This… isn't it a bit too hasty."
"Tell the others that I said it, and they will understand."
"Yes!"
"Alright, don't waste any more time. The time before tomorrow is still yours."
Aaron and Gines exchanged glances, then immediately stepped into the next Chamber of Secrets.
After a familiar process, it was the tenth, then the eleventh, the twelfth… all the way to the twenty-eighth.
They returned at noon. After practicing swordsmanship for a while, they began to visit the family's Chambers of Secrets, twenty-eight in total, and visited until dark.
But Aaron couldn't avoid a single one of the twenty-eight teachers. Every time he summoned their memories, he would be met with a playful gaze.
Under such gazes, he couldn't hide any secrets and could only passively accept their arrangements.
Each time, Aaron's pressure increased a bit. After twenty-eight times, he vaguely felt like a little white rabbit in the eyes of a pack of wolves: weak, helpless, and utterly naive.
The last subject was psychology. This Patriarch was born with extraordinary abilities and could read people's minds. From his unique perspective, he could clearly see the black lines emanating from Aaron.
However, this was not a prelude to darkening, but a kind of emotion of having no desire to live, a combination of decadence and decline, extremely negative.