"Grandpa Fink, what do you mean? I don't understand!"
Princess Noroline looked up at Dean Fink awkwardly.
"suck……"
Dean Fink took a deep breath, almost spitting out blood, and cursed: "You little fool, if I tell you to read more books, you will know how to mess with people everywhere. Now you don't understand such simple words, watch me go back
If you don’t tell your father, he will punish you severely!”
"Don't be angry, Grandpa Fink. I was wrong. Go back and study hard. Don't be angry!"
Princess Nalorine stuck out her little tongue, grabbed Dean Fink's arm and shook it gently. While shaking it, she stretched out four fingers to make a gesture of swearing.
"Huh... I mean there are countless wonderful things in this world that are beyond imagination, and I am just a frog sitting in an ancient well and looking at the sky. Don't think that I know everything, and don't make becoming me your goal in life.
You must set your goal in the world and become a being that is wiser and more powerful than me. You must know that there are many beings in the world who are stronger and more knowledgeable than me."
Dean Funk snorted coldly, and although he was angry, he still explained to Princess Nalorine.
"Oh oh oh, I understand, I understand. Then why hasn't he woke up yet?"
Princess Nalorin nodded and pointed at Zhao Fei, who was still standing with his eyes closed.
Dean Funke touched his beard: "Although Zhao Fei's mental power is comparable to that of a mage, his mental power is disorganized. I set up a mental aggregation magic circle in his mental space to help him condense his mental power. Now I want to
I think it’s time to wake up.”
As soon as Dean Fink finished speaking, Zhao Fei opened his eyes.
"What's wrong with me?"
As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhao Fei suddenly felt the slight vibration of the surrounding vegetation and leaves, the slow crawling of underground insects, and many things he didn't understand about combat skills were now clear to him.
"Although your mental power is strong, it has not been integrated and condensed. How about I help you integrate your mental power just now? Is the world you see now different from usual?"
Dean Fink stroked his beard and looked at Zhao Fei with a smile.
"It's very different from usual times. Dean Funke, do I really have the same mental strength as a mage?" Zhao Fei looked at Dean Funke curiously.
"Yes, you are gifted and very suitable for practicing magic, but why do you want to practice fighting spirit and become a shooter? Isn't this a secret move?" Dean Fink was puzzled, with a look of pity on his face.
Zhao Fei looked confused: "I don't know! I have tested it with a test crystal before. I have no potential to learn magic, and I can't feel the magic!"
"How is it possible to have strong mental power but not feel magic power? Come and test it again!" Dean Fink took out a test crystal and handed it to Zhao Fei.
Zhao Fei took the test crystal and held it tightly in his hand. He closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the crystal ball in his hand.
After a moment, the crystal ball in Zhao Fei's hand emitted a soft light.
"Look! I just said that I don't have the potential to become a magician, so I can't feel the magic!" Zhao Fei looked at the crystal ball in his hand that emitted a soft light, and curled his lips in depression.
"This is really interesting. Having strong mental power but not being able to feel the magic power, isn't this just staring at the treasure house?"
Dean Fink stroked his long beard and looked up and down at Zhao Fei excitedly.
"..."
Zhao Fei was so frightened by the longing look in Dean Funke's eyes that he subconsciously took a few steps back and covered important parts of his body.
"Are you...interested in becoming my actual...disciple? I will find a way for you to practice magic and become a respected magician."
Dean Fink looked at Zhao Fei expectantly.
"Wow! Zhao Fei, Grandpa Fink actually wants to accept you as his disciple, please agree quickly! This is what everyone in the Roy Kingdom dreams of."
Princess Nalorin covered her open mouth in surprise and looked at Zhao Fei in disbelief.
General Tikai was also a little moved. He looked at Zhao Fei and wondered why Dean Funke would accept him as his disciple.
"Don't stop, I'm used to being a shooter, let me change my career, I'm not used to it!" Zhao Fei quickly refused. The old man just wanted to say that he was an experiment. In case he was dead, it was miserable!
Although being a disciple of this old man will definitely bring you countless power and wealth, you only have one life, so safety comes first and it is better to work hard on your own.
"Well, that's a pity. If you figure it out sometime, you can come to me at any time. I'll be in the Ilo Palace Castle."
Dean Fink looked regretful.
"Are you crazy, Zhao Fei? Do you know how many people want to become Grandpa Fink's disciples? You actually refused!"
Princess Noroline's eyes widened and she couldn't believe what she heard.
"Okay, thank you Dean Funke for your compliments. If I want to think about it, I will definitely come to you." Zhao Fei responded to Dean Funke with a smile, and then looked at Princess Noroline who hated iron and said: "I like it.
As for the profession of archer, let the magician do as he pleases!"
"You... hmph, you are a noble magician and you want to be a shooter instead of a noble magician. You are really kicked in the head by a donkey." Princess Nalorin angrily walked away with the Crescent Blue Bear cub in her arms.
"Well……"
Zhao Fei was scolded so hard that he didn't know what to say.
General Tikai glanced at Zhao Fei with admiration and followed Princess Nalorin closely.
"Don't be angry. That's how little Noroline has a temper. She is careless and careless about others. But this shows that she has regarded you as a friend. I hope you won't argue with her."
Dean Fink had a good word for Princess Noroline.
"I know that Princess Naluolin has a bold personality, so I won't be angry." Zhao Fei laughed nonchalantly.
"That's good!"
Dean Fink smiled and nodded.
"Dean Fink, could you please..."
Zhao Fei gently raised the Crescent Blue Bear cub in his hand.
"Oh, the war beast contract, I've already done it for you!"
Dean Fink immediately understood what Zhao Fei meant.
Zhao Fei looked surprised: "Is it done? When?"
Dean Fink: "While exploring your spiritual space, I have already done it for you. Just close your eyes and feel it."
"..."
Zhao Fei closed his eyes and felt it carefully. He felt a white magic circle in his spirit. When he looked carefully, there was a phantom crescent blue bear in the magic circle.
"So this is it!"
Zhao Fei opened his eyes and looked at the little crescent blue bear in his hand with a smile, and immediately felt more cordial.
"Thanks!"
Zhao Fei sincerely thanked Dean Funke, a cub of an intermediate level monster, whose value is immeasurable.
“It’s no big deal!”
Dean Fink waved his hand and said expectantly: "You can come to me anytime if you want to be my disciple!"
"..."
Zhao Fei was speechless, why is this old man so annoying?