abnabooks Chapter 251: Teacher and Apprentice
Chapter 251: Teacher and Apprentice
Chapter 251: Teacher and Apprentice
Inside the ancient castle hall, the dim candlelight flickered on the mottled walls, casting shadows that danced on Morgan and Ian's faces, making their expressions appear even more vivid.
Morgan looked relaxed and playful, while Ian stared wide-eyed for a moment, his expression one of utter disbelief, as if he couldn't quite accept this bombshell news.
indeed.
Morgan's use of the phrase "senior sister" and "grand-disciple" left Ian completely dumbfounded. He stood there, stunned, for a long while before he came to his senses. Ian knew in his heart that the "senior sister" and "grand-disciple" Morgan was referring to were most likely the wicked queen from the Snow White story, the traitorous apprentice that Morgan had once tricked.
The old witch was actually his cheap senior sister?
The wicked queen from Snow White?
Thinking about it, Ian felt it was quite surreal—who could have imagined it! Who could have guessed that this would happen! His first meeting with his cheap senior sister would be like this!
I wonder if my cheap senior sister knows that the person she's trying to "possess" is from the same school as her. However, after Morgan's words revealed the truth, Ian understands why the old witch used the method of altering reality through cognition when he fought her, and even said something that Morgan had said before.
original.
This is a direct lineage!
Ah!
If you think about it, old witch, well, her nominal senior sister really is her grand-disciple, after all...
Morgan himself was the first wizard he learned magic from.
of course.
Regarding Medivh, Ian certainly wouldn't dare to talk to Morgan, who was standing in front of him, or even admit to the relationship between the disciple and grand-disciple that Morgan had just brought up.
The Morgan of yesteryear and the Morgan of today are worlds apart. That's why you should discipline someone when they're young; the Morgan of today is not as easily appeased as he was as a child.
Therefore.
Ian knew his wise choice was to ignore the conversation. The legendary archmage Medivh is Medivh.
What does his status as a junior wizard in front of Morgan have to do with it?
"Wait, let me catch my breath."
Ian deliberately didn't respond, instead acting as if there was too much information to process and he needed to sort it out, subtly avoiding the sensitive topic of facing the teacher and apprentice.
He turned his head and looked at it a few times.
Then he sat on a magical chair that could adjust its shape on its own. However, the chair occasionally groaned in dissatisfaction, as if protesting his rather thin buttocks.
Just like the first thing we saw, most of the things in Morgan Castle, including the tables and chairs,
Morgan attributed the attribute of "living" to them all through his understanding.
Don't be fooled by their current stillness.
When it moves, it's even more agile than many fat people.
"Foolish little pig, don't you really realize this at all? Doesn't the battle with that woman feel familiar to you?"
Morgan gently tapped the long golden plate in front of him.
The tone was funny.
She addressed Ian in that familiar way again. At this moment, having experienced his first encounter with Morgan as a child, Ian understood why Morgan addressed him that way.
When Morgan was a child, she first met Ian and Riddle in her wicked pig farm laboratory, where they were both mistaken for successful experiments. Perhaps the experiments from her childhood seem absurd to the grown-up Morgan, but it was, after all, her first meeting with Ian.
Ok.
Strictly speaking, it was the first time she met Ian. Thinking back, when Ian first met Morgan...
Morgan immediately recognized Ian as the legendary wizard who had crawled into the pigsty.
Therefore.
That's why Morgan keeps using such a nickname for Ian. Ian used to think it was just Morgan's bad taste, but now it seems that many of Morgan's words and actions are actually full of profound meaning.
Just as Ian had thought before, in his view, Morgan had far more secrets than Merlin, perhaps because Morgan and he had more interactions.
"Why aren't you answering?"
Morgan, seeing Ian remain silent, raised an eyebrow and asked again. She sat on that unchanging bench, her fingers constantly drawing circles on the long golden plate.
Above.
Not only have the things Ian experienced before disappeared, but even the ancient Greek divine ruins that were finally revealed have turned into a pool of dark, black water.
There was no water stain on the long golden plate, but as Morgan stirred it with his fingers, the lake water inside was rotating in a very regular pattern.
I don't know if this scene really exists, or if Morgan can influence that lake from a distance. "No, I'm just thinking."
Ian quickly smiled apologetically, "To be honest, I do have a sense of déjà vu, but I didn't think of it that way. I thought that even if my senior sister was still in the illusion, she should be living in a castle or something like that—that kind of dark forest is more like a place where some eccentric wizards are trapped by their obsessions."
This is indeed why Ian didn't think of it that way. To be honest, calling this cheap senior sister a vicious senior sister is not an exaggeration at all.
Perhaps the story of Snow White portrays her somewhat negatively. However, judging from her actions of grabbing Ian as a "scapegoat" and using his body to return to reality, this "cheap senior sister" is definitely ruthless. If she's not vicious, who is?
Ian was just a stranger who had no grudge against her! Well, if you think about who this cheap senior sister was from, you can understand that she must not be a good person.
Ok.
Morgan definitely couldn't hear this. Ian glanced furtively at his teacher, while Morgan's gaze returned to the long golden saucer in front of him.
"All I can say is that your senior sister is a real unlucky one." Morgan clearly knew some inside information, but she maintained a sly and nonchalant demeanor.
I don't know if she didn't want to tell Ian, or if she couldn't tell Ian for the time being. In any case, this explains why her junior sister is called the Forest Guardian.
It was obvious that they had been conscripted.
"So that's how it is—" Ian recalled the old witch's face, which first looked old and then became charming and young. It did seem to have some of the style of the evil queen. After all, in the story of Snow White, the evil queen had also transformed into an old witch to give Snow White an apple.
Although this is just a plot in a story and does not represent actual history, stories should still have a source, so the wicked queen was probably a disguised Magus.
There is a significant difference between Disguise Magus and Animagus. Disguise Magus is a type of magic that can change one's appearance, and most Disguise Magus possess this ability innately.
However, Animagus possesses a certain degree of potential for learning. For example, in the original Harry Potter story, the red-haired beauty Nymphadora Tonks was a natural-born Animagus.
Ok.
Ian's good friend Aurora and her grandfather also possess the ability to see Animagus. Although only a few people have been mentioned, those who can use Animagus magic are actually rarer than those who can use Animagus magic. The fact that her wicked, cheap senior sister has this ability shows that her magical talent is indeed quite strong.
While the young wizard was still engrossed in sorting out the clues...
"Are you feeling frustrated?" the wicked witch Morgan asked deliberately, her smiling face suggesting she really enjoyed watching Ian eat.
"A little bit—"
Ian acknowledged his feelings, but he was still puzzled as to why a wicked queen from a fairy tale could be so powerful.
To know.
Based on his current strength.
He is definitely not weak among legendary wizards; his only weakness is that his foundation is too shallow.
"Is my cheap senior sister also a legend?" Ian asked, voicing his confusion. Without an answer, he felt his thoughts might not be clear.
Invincible spirit! Invincible spirit!
Why can't it stand up straight?
The young wizard was still feeling down, but Morgan, upon hearing this, let out another burst of clear laughter, which echoed in the quiet room, sounding somewhat unrestrained.
It seems that no one here can control her.
"That woman doesn't have that talent." Morgan's tone carried a hint of disdain for his former apprentice, but perhaps it was just a keen insight.
"Then how could her power be so strong..." Ian's question trailed off. He had even used [Fel Burst], and Morgan had died from that magic, hadn't he?
Sensing the young wizard's confusion, Morgan looked at his special apprentice and said, "Actually, if she were still alive, you could easily kill her countless times. The reason she has the power she has in the Enchanted Realm is entirely because of the story she carries."
This was a fairly serious answer, and he no longer beat around the bush like before. However, even with this answer, Ian was still a little unsure.
"The story it carries?"
Ian had some guesses in his mind, but he couldn't be sure.
And the next moment.
Morgan flicked her fingers lightly in the air, and the story of Snow White began to emerge, which could be considered as confirming Ian's idea.
"The power of fairy tales."
Ian seemed to be deep in thought.
He remembered the frail gray wolf he had caught.
And at this time.
Morgan nodded slightly. "You can think of it as a special bloodline, the kind that's born that way, of course."
This is definitely not bloodline, but rather a kind of self-use as a vessel for something else.
She might also have a deep understanding of fairy tales. It's understandable, considering that her first encounter with Ian involved following clues about fairy tales alongside him.
after that.
It seems the evil witch has done her fair share of research on this kind of thing.
"The power of fairy tales—" Ian felt a throbbing in his temples. Some important clue was about to emerge in his mind, but it was as if he couldn't see it clearly through a thin veil.
"How special is this power?"
He almost held his breath as he asked the question. If he remembered correctly, he had previously learned about clues from Merlin regarding his search for fairy tales.
Morgan looked up at her fireplace. The entire hall was unusually quiet, with only the sound of the flickering flames. She seemed to be organizing her thoughts.
It was as if they were weighing how much to tell Ian.
"How should I put it? It's so special—" Her voice suddenly became ethereal, as if coming from a very distant place, "...if used properly, you can even use it to overcome fate."
The words resonated in the air, and the fireplace flames ceased burning, as if frozen, as if a taboo had been touched, or perhaps a warning from the unseen. Morgan's expression took on an enigmatic complexity, a mixture of awe and apprehension at the sight of something mysterious.
I don't know what they're afraid of.
It may not be life, nor may it be a person; perhaps it is some kind of unseen rule.
"But the big gray wolf I caught was also a creature from fairy tales, so why was it so weak?" Ian believed that Morgan must still remember the spirit that was pulled out of the shadows.
"The Big Bad Wolf?"
Morgan suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter made all the utensils on the table resonate crisply.
"I said, it needs to be used properly. Obviously, our old friend is also a muddle-headed slacker." Morgan looked thoughtful.
She turned sideways and tapped the edge of the bench. "It's like a story. Different ways of telling it will produce different effects. The same story can also have different wonderful moments."
to be frank.
This metaphor seemed rather abstract to the young wizard.
but.
He didn't ask any more questions, but instead pondered what his riddle-solving teacher was trying to convey. Just then, Morgan looked up at her bookshelf, snapped her fingers, and the flames in the fireplace flickered again, casting shifting shadows on the stone wall.
"Think it over carefully, my dear teacher." Morgan suddenly used a form of address that Ian dared not respond to.
As soon as she raised her hand, a notebook flew into it.
Ian had assumed Morgan was going to hand it over to him directly, but to his surprise, Morgan reached out her other hand and, to Ian's astonishment, grabbed a corner of her dress and ripped off a crescent-shaped piece of fabric with a "rip." This scene was all too familiar; Ian had witnessed it more than once.
This time, however, he didn't understand Morgan's actions. Morgan pressed the notebook directly onto the fragment of her dress, as if branding something onto it.
"Today's homework." She handed Ian the still slightly glowing fabric, stardust-like specks of light scattering from the tear, specks carrying an unsettling scent.
"Is this related to a fairy tale?" Ian asked, puzzled, as he took the item Morgan handed him. The still-warm fragment of the dress felt heavier than usual.
"It's a fairy tale, and it's also a Soul Palace."
Morgan nodded slightly and responded softly.
Just as the young wizard was about to begin his studies...
"Go back and study it slowly, don't bother me here." Morgan released the laptop as if she was disgusted, letting it fly back onto the bookshelf.
"Forehead-"
The little wizard was somewhat confused.
Morgan then spoke with a sigh.
"There's a reason I sealed this knowledge in other mediums, Ian—not everyone is like you. What might be a sweet treat for you could be poison for us." Morgan's words carried a hint of regret, as if he had been influenced by something in the past.
Is knowledge toxic?
It feels so familiar.
Ian sensed the presence of his "former self" here again.