Chapter 216: Feeling Frustrated by My Talent
Half a month later, Aaron's first sword, forged by his own hands, was successfully released from the furnace.
When the sword was completed, two Grand Wizards observed the ceremony from the side, and a white Holy Dragon circled and roared around the furnace fire, adding a touch of anomaly to its birth.
Clang!
Aaron took the short sword, glowing with a faint blue light, from the flames and looked at his creation with satisfaction. "Not bad, but it still needs a resounding name."
"Dragon Slayer, how about that?" Gines suggested.
Abey looked at him angrily, wishing it could spit at him. It felt a strong sense of malice from that name.
"Daydreaming."
"Hmm… this name is a tiny bit better than the last one, but I don't really like it," Aaron said, frowning and speaking earnestly. "It seems Ancestor, you're not very good at naming things."
"I was saying *you* are daydreaming." Algernon rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Firstly, this sword doesn't actually exist; it was constructed in my memory space.
Secondly…"
"Hold on a moment, Ancestor." Aaron waved his hand. "At least let me finish experiencing it since I made it myself, then you can tell me this sad truth!"
Algernon sneered, and with a single gesture, a silver longsword flew into his hand.
Then he walked up to Aaron and, without a word, chopped down with the sword.
Bang!
After a crisp sound, half a blade fell to the ground.
Aaron looked at the broken sword in his hand, feeling particularly unpleasant.
It was his first creation in life, yet it was ruined so quickly; it was practically a slap in the face.
"Secondly, this sword is of mediocre quality and doesn't deserve a name."
Whoosh!
Aaron sighed deeply and threw the broken sword into the melting pot. "Ancestor, you really are… too good at discouraging people."
"As the sole heir of the Gaius family, you need to recognize reality."
"Is reality that you used a divine weapon to shatter the weapon I forged from scrap metal?" Aaron's eyes were full of resentment. "If you really wanted to teach me a lesson, couldn't you have given me some rare sword-forging materials from the start?"
"Uh… that really wouldn't do," Algernon said, somewhat embarrassed. "You are a beginner, after all."
"You still know I'm a beginner?" Aaron's momentum instantly rose. "What you just did, what's the difference between that and an emperor bullying commoners?"
Algernon's face turned red from being retorted, and he quietly gave Gines a look: "Quick, give me an out!"
The butler, who was watching the show, forced a smile. "Young Master, Lord Algernon is an experienced person, so he must have some special meaning behind doing this!"
"Exactly." Algernon immediately straightened his back and gave Gines an appreciative look. "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable."
"Not at all, not at all!"
Gines wiped the sweat from his forehead guiltily.
This was all experience; after all, he had been a butler for so many years, so he still knew how to smooth things over.
"Is that so?" Aaron was half-skeptical. "What special meaning? If you don't explain it clearly, I'll think you're fooling me."
Algernon was silent for a while under Aaron's playful gaze before he pondered and said, "No matter how much effort you pour into trash, you can't change its essence."
Aaron was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the half-broken sword slowly sinking in the melting pot, as if he had understood something.
After a moment of contemplation, he bent down and threw the front half of the sword tip that was on the ground into the pot as well.
"Ancestor, I apologize to you.
However, my heart isn't that fragile; you could have told me directly."
Algernon was momentarily taken aback, somewhat disbelieving that he had actually managed to fool him like that.
"Cough, cough!"
Gines coughed, and only then did Algernon snap back to reality, putting on the air of a wise elder. "If I told you directly, you probably wouldn't remember."
Aaron nodded, reluctantly accepting this explanation.
Sacrificing the first creation of one's life to the heavens would certainly be deeply impressive, unforgettable until death.
"So what should I do next?" Aaron asked. "Forge the second weapon of my life?"
"Not for now," Algernon said, pondering. "Carefully consider the mistakes and shortcomings in the forging process of your first sword. It's best to compile a report for me.
Once you're sure there are no omissions, you can try forging swords with rare metals."
"Young Master, you should go to your next class," Ginesreminded him somewhat timidly. "Classroom 19."
Aaron shrugged, hugged Abey, and opened Chamber of Secrets 19.
After the man and the dragon left, Algernon and Ginesexchanged glances, both letting out a sigh of relief.
"Lord Algernon, you're not usually like this!" Gines said, somewhat depressed.
"Alas! You know me. As a Grandmaster Blacksmith, seeing my apprentice proudly admiring an inferior product in front of me…
If it were you, could you tolerate it?"
"But that was Young Master's first finished product, and it was made with ordinary materials," Gines said, defending Aaron. That sword might not have been much in the eyes of a blacksmith like Algernon, but in the Muggle world, it could barely be considered a fine product.
"So what?" Algernon retorted. "He's going to forge divine artifacts in the future, and the difficulty of forging divine artifacts is incomparable to ordinary ones.
If he can't even bear to part with a common sword, then if he fails to forge a divine artifact later, he'll likely have extensive psychological trauma.
Most importantly, that sword wasn't even real to begin with."
Gines opened his mouth, finding himself speechless.
Compared to these figures who had existed for thousands of years, his only advantage was… he was still alive… Entering Chamber of Secrets 19, Aaron skillfully placed his hand on the black stone pillar, summoning the ancestral memories within it.
"Long time no see, little Aaron." A wild and unrestrained middle-aged man rubbed his eyes. "Although my class isn't very important, that bastard Gines only scheduled a few classes for me.
I disagreed, and he even dared to use Flo to pressure me. He's really gotten bold."
Gines, who had just walked in, heard this and couldn't help but show a bitter smile.
What other teachers taught was always useful, but do you have no idea what you're teaching?
"You, it's you, you actually dare to come?"
"Lord Gusta," Gines said, emboldened. "Please believe me, the class schedule was carefully considered and took a great deal of time to formulate.
It's all for Young Master's growth; I have no selfish motives, and the Patriarch also agreed."
"I know, but I'm just annoyed," Gusta said coldly. "Is the driving class really that worthless?"
Gines and Aaron exchanged glances, both feeling speechless.
This class was significant for Muggles, but for Wizards, it truly had little value.
Weaker ones could traverse the world on a broom, and not slowly; richer ones could ride a mount across the world, with maximum comfort and thrill; stronger ones could traverse the world with a single spell, as nothing was more convenient than Apparition.
"Hmph!" Gusta snorted. "Just by looking at you two, I know you haven't taken this class seriously."
"Uh… Ancestor, in fact, I personally feel that this class really isn't much help to me."
"Shallow," Gusta said disdainfully. "I don't deny that Wizardmethods are beyond Muggle reach, but times are always changing, and Muggles also have things worth learning from Wizards."
Aaron nodded, noncommittally.
"So what am I going to learn?
Last year, I already learned to ride horses, bicycles, motorcycles, and cars.
This year? I can't possibly learn to ride magical creatures, can I?"
Abey's ears twitched, and it immediately transformed into a three-meter-tall giant dragon, white mist billowing from its nostrils.
"Whoa!" Gusta was surprised for a moment. "I've seen many dragons, but this is the first time I've seen such an imposing one.
You're too lucky; if you took this dragon out, just thinking about it is cool."
Abey proudly raised its neck and let out a roar to the sky.
Aaron immediately rolled his eyes at it, and Abey sheepishly reverted to its original form.
"Ancestor, please tell me what I'm supposed to learn this time first!"
"Hmm…" Gusta stroked his chin, his playful gaze lingering on Gines for a few seconds before looking at Aaron. "He should have taught you how to use Muggle weapons by now, right?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It has a lot to do with it," Gusta said. "This time, we'll learn something different."
As his voice fell, the Chamber of Secrets transformed into a plain.
Tanks, armored vehicles, helicopters, and fighter jets were lined up in a row.
"Hiss!"
Aaron gasped, subconsciously taking a step back.
Gines wasn't much better; he had thought the third stage of Young Master's training was already outrageous enough, but compared to these things, it was child's play.
"Don't tell me you don't know either." Aaron looked at Gines's astonished expression, somewhat incredulous.
"This subordinate only knows that this class is about driving, but I don't know much about the specifics," Ginessaid nervously. "When the Patriarch came here, he only learned to ride horses and drive cars; there was none of this stuff."
"That's because those two were enough for him," Gustalaughed. "However, his son is exceptionally gifted and qualified to experience more things."
Aaron's mouth twitched slightly; he couldn't remember how many times he had felt frustrated by his own talent.
But magic talent and these weapons don't seem to have anything to do with each other, do they?
"Want to give it a try?" Gusta said enticingly. "This is a man's romance!"
"Heh heh! Can I say no?"
"Of course you can; you have that right, after all, you might never use these things in your life."
Aaron immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Then let's not bother!"
"You need to think carefully!
I don't need you to master them; as long as you understand the principles and can achieve basic control, that's enough."
"Come on! I know my own capabilities; these things are much more complex than cars," Aaron said. "And I'm a Wizard; even if there's a war, I wouldn't need these things. Give me enough time, and destroying a city in one go isn't impossible."
"Hahaha…" Gusta laughed heartily, patting Aaron's shoulder. "Honestly, I completely understand you. If I were in your shoes, I would definitely not waste time on this class.
However, little Aaron, I must tell you that your perception limits your imagination.
I am your ancestor. Everyone in this world who is related to you knows what I experienced in the past. If they thought these things were meaningless to you, do you think you would still be seeing them?
So, tell me, learn or not learn."
Aaron was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Learn."
"Louder!" Gusta pointed at the row of vehicles. "Like a soldier, louder!"
"Learn!"
"Excellent, I feel your determination," Gusta said with satisfaction, then looked at the somewhat dumbfounded Gines. "What are you still standing here for?
Don't you know that unauthorized personnel are not allowed in my classroom?"
Gines: …