Chapter 115 The Faster You Learn, the Greater the Pressure
When Aaron opened his eyes, he looked at the white-haired Wehert with a face full of grievances, almost crying from the unfairness.
"It's not that bad, not that bad," Wehert said with an awkward smile, "I just wanted you to get started quickly, but... who would have thought that your mental defense was the strongest I've ever seen? It took me a great deal of effort to barely enter your dream."
"And then?" Aaron scoffed.
"You're truly a monster," Wehert said, speechless. "You almost trapped me in your dream. If I hadn't had more tricks up my sleeve, I probably wouldn't have been able to get out until you woke up."
Aaron gave him a deep look, highly suspecting that this ancestor had brought his own demise upon himself.
If he had been a bit stronger, or if he hadn't been unconscious, he definitely could have used the power of the dream to make Wehert suffer a great loss.
Seeing Aaron's expression, Wehert immediately coughed and said, pretending to be profound, "Your Occlumency is quite good, without any flaws.
However, the mental plane cannot be made perfect with just this one magic."
Aaron frowned upon hearing this. He had been happy for quite some time after learning this magic, but he never expected there to still be a loophole.
"Please enlighten me, Ancestor."
Wehert nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to Aaron's chest, "Occlumency can protect your memories and protect you from the invasion of others' wills, but the mind is another matter.
You should know that some Wizards can control an opponent's mind, and then control their actions. Even someone stronger than them would be in trouble if they fell victim to it."
"Then how do I solve it?"
"That's simple, go find Flo!
He specifically developed a Mind-Hiding Art, which can put an indestructible fortress around the mind."
"Tsk!"
Aaron pouted. So the solution was still in someone else's hands.
Wehert felt that he had been underestimated once again, so he immediately put on a stern face and drew a red magicarray in the air.
"However, the Mind-Hiding Art can only defend. Mine can effectively counterattack."
"Really?"
"Of course it's real. I wouldn't lie to a junior.
This is a mental defense array that I developed based on the Mind-Hiding Art. If you don't believe it, you can ask your butler."
Gines awkwardly scratched his head, a drop of cold sweat appearing on his forehead, "It's true."
Aaron decisively hugged Wehert's leg, "Ancestor, you must teach me this."
"Don't worry, you are my disciple and descendant. If I don't teach you, who will I teach?
However, there is a small prerequisite for learning this magic array, and that is to first learn the Mind-Hiding Art."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wehert felt his leg being released.
He looked over and saw Aaron looking at him with a disdainful expression, the meaning in his eyes particularly clear: How dare you speak so righteously about improving on someone else's foundation?
"Hmph! Do you want to learn?"
"Yes."
"Then that's that," Wehert chuckled. "My accelerated method won't work on you anymore, but your mental strength is very powerful, so your learning speed shouldn't be slow.
You first choose a magic array to memorize. When you have clearly etched it into your mind, I will tell you the way the magic power operates."
Aaron said nothing, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at a magic array on the wall that glowed with a faint white light, lost in thought.
Two hours later, Aaron waved his hand in mid-air, drawing a summoning array, preparing to see the effect of this Spirit Summoning Art.
Soon, Abey appeared in front of the three of them, holding a half-eaten cantaloupe, looking around blankly.
Wasn't I secretly eating melon in the corner? Why did I suddenly come here?
Gines:...I knew it, I knew it, this guy definitely snuck food.
"Uh... not bad," Wehert said calmly, "Getting started within two hours, worthy of being my descendant."
"How do I compare to you, Ancestor?" Aaron asked curiously.
"I create words, you write words. What do you think?"
"Is that so?
But as far as I know, magic arrays are not your exclusive patent, Ancestor."
Wehert immediately glared at Gines, "Why do you tell this guy everything?"
"Don't look at me like that," Gines said awkwardly. "Reading is the young master's hobby. It's normal for him to know a lot."
"Alright!" Wehert smiled. "It seems that if I don't explain it clearly, you little fellow won't be satisfied.
An ordinary Wizard who wants to learn a magic array, even the simplest one, would take at least a week, but you only took less than two hours. Your talent is exceptional."
"Get to the point, how do I compare to you?"
"Me? I learned the magic array the first time I saw it," Wehertsaid lightly, then saw the dumbfounded Aaron. "I wasn't going to say it, after all, the blow to a genius is a bit too great."
Gollum!
Aaron swallowed. He felt that his ancestor wasn't lying to him, but it was simply too incredible.
"Study diligently!" Wehert said with emotion, "Nowadays, almost no Wizard is willing to learn magic arrays because they are too difficult.
Thousands of years ago, most Wizards would spend their entire lives learning to draw dozens of magic arrays, and their magic energy could not support fighting with magicarrays.
Over time, this profound skill was eliminated, at most used for some fixed buildings.
But if one truly masters magic arrays and understands the arrangement and cooperation between them, the power unleashed is absolutely unimaginable."
Aaron was noncommittal, giving Wehert a thumbs up, "Impressive."
"You tell me."
"I will learn these things, and I will definitely be stronger than you in the future."
"I'm waiting for that day," Wehert laughed. "But I need to remind you, there were also more than twenty heirs before you who had the same ambition, but only one ultimately succeeded."
"Then I'll be the second."
With that, Aaron looked at Gines, "It's time for lunch, isn't it?"
"Yes, lunch is ready.
Dining time is half an hour, after which you have to continue your lessons."
"Got it, got it."
Aaron waved his hand, not caring too much. Although he had only attended classes for half a day, he felt that these lessons were not that boring.
At least he could persevere, and in one morning, he earned a'Spirit Summoning Art', which wasn't a loss.
After leaving the Chamber of Secrets, Aaron carried Abey to the dining room, ready for lunch.
However, the scene of the master having four dishes and one soup while the pet had a full Manchu-Han banquet was still a bit much for him to accept.
But halfway through Abey's meal, Gines removed the remaining fifteen delicious dishes.
Facing Abey's bewildered and angry look, he shook his head slightly, "This is the price for your sneaking food."
"Hahaha..." Aaron laughed unkindly, "This is your own doing, you can't blame anyone else."
Days passed, and Aaron constantly rotated between Diagon Alley and the family Chamber of Secrets.
Signing in and studying, neither was neglected.
More than two months later, Aaron successfully graduated from Vaughn, learning to play the piano and harmonica, and also successfully learned the Mind-Hiding Art from Flo.
In addition, his alcohol tolerance also greatly improved. At first, he would fall after three glasses, but now he can barely drink straight from the bottle. Three bottles down and he's still energetic.
What satisfied him most was his current physique. After all, an ancestor had used various rare materials to temper his body for him. In two months, his height increased by five centimeters, and he had an eight-pack. His good looks alone had garnered him a wave of fangirls in Diagon Alley.
The strengthening of his physique also greatly improved his close-combat abilities. Now he can defeat five sets of armor without magic, and without blushing or panting.
Although fighting six was still a bit difficult, two hours of sword training every day became much easier. At least he didn't get beaten up anymore, and he could also learn to use other weapons.
Seeing the results, Aaron solemnly apologized to Ancestor Hogg, who was in charge of this course. He had been short-sighted and his understanding of physique was too superficial.
Hogg's original words were: The body is a huge treasure. This path of evolution has only a starting point, no end, and he is merely an explorer.
Aaron was ecstatic at the time, but also a little regretful.
He was excited that his good looks, no, his physique, could continue to improve, and he regretted that Ancestor Hogg died a bit too early. If he had lived for another year or so, he might have been able to help his descendants avoid some detours.
However, completing several courses did not mean ease, but rather a heavier burden.
While Gines was pleased with the young master's progress, he decisively allocated the free time he had painstakingly earned to other subjects.
Now, forging class time was increased by half an hour every day, and magic arrays required an additional forty-five minutes of study daily.
The hardest part was that he had to spend two hours every day in Moer's operating room, from initially observing to personally dissecting, learning first aid knowledge, simple suturing, and the effects of various drugs on humans and other races. His brain cells died in droves every day.
The dual pressure of physical and mental strain made him feel like he was going to collapse. Although school was only a few days away, he felt like he couldn't last another day.