Dean Weir's self-confession made me completely realize that in the face of the evil mage's constant pressure, if I want to save the magical world or even survive, I can only make myself powerful, extremely powerful.
Any plan to rely on others to survive in the world is just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.
If my Uncle Lene knew about my situation, he would definitely use his body to protect me again. But this time, I will use my body to protect the entire magical world, life or death.
"I want to become stronger." I simply said my simplest thought.
If there is anyone in this college who can truly make me stronger, then it is only the current head of the Holmeide family who cares for me so much and the dean of the Holmeide College, Will Holmeide.
"Not now." Dean Weir gently patted my shoulder: "Now, you have to focus on taking care of your injury. And I also need to discuss your training methods with Dale Hurley."
After saying that, Dean Weir planned to get up and leave. When I heard Dale Hurley's name, I instantly became alert: "Dean Weir!"
Dean Weir was slightly surprised by my reaction. He stopped, looked back at me and said, "Henmo, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No...no. But, I want to ask you something." I don't know whether to tell Dean Weir that I am now the thorn in the side of the Hurley family, the destroyer, and the nemesis. These words are now used without mercy.
It hit me in the head with a ping-pong in my mind.
But I know that I am a little white rabbit wearing a hat and going home - I have been wronged!
Dean Weir's clear but sharp eyes passed through the lenses of his glasses, as if he could see through my whole body.
I looked around, not knowing where to start.
Dean Weir took my hand and said: "Son, Dale is your father's best friend. He can risk his life to protect your family. This shows the status of your father and you in his heart. Do you understand? Regardless of the reason,
Whatever the reason, he will protect you."
After listening to Dean Weir's words, I took back my words and reluctantly nodded.
Not long after Dean Weir left, Ms. Anne walked in, still muttering: "This old guy doesn't care about the life and death of students. You, a child, are no match for that kind of devil. You, ungrateful old guy. You,
Just lie down and sleep."
I was still thinking about how to face Dale Hurley, but my thoughts were interrupted by a scolding.
Looking further, Ms. Anne's "merciful" eyes were looking at me with relief. My hair stood on end and I quickly covered myself with a quilt to sleep.
After lying in the infirmary for a day, I recovered surprisingly quickly. Ms. Anne has allowed me to go to class during the day, but I must go back to the infirmary to sleep before eight o'clock in the evening. Otherwise, according to her, she will kill Dean Weir first.
The old nest was demolished and I was taken back.
I believe she has personally communicated this warning to Dean Weil, because after I saw Dean Weil during the day, he repeatedly told me that I must go back to the infirmary to rest before eight o'clock in the evening.
On the first day, Laura was still resting in the infirmary. I went to check on Laura. She was still a little pale, but her complexion had improved a lot.
Wen De's situation is not optimistic. Ms. Anne checked the elemental fluctuations in her body and found that they were almost gone. I feel ashamed to doubt Wen De and this friend whom I have never met before.
At this moment, Dale Hurley walked in. He was still following his old rules, looking at me from his nostrils and ignoring me. He walked over to Wende, looked at him, asked Ms. Anne about Wende's physical condition, and then left.
When they arrived at Laura's place, when Laura saw her father arriving, she even lowered her face and pretended to sleep. Dale was rejected and his facial muscles twitched slightly, but he soon regained his composure.
He turned to me and said, "Follow me."
"Where to go?"
"..." He walked in front without saying a word, and I still followed behind with my head lowered.
There are too many secrets in this man. Maybe he is very tired to keep these secrets.
After arriving at the Magic Practice Classroom, Dale Hurley stopped and turned around and said: "Henmo Cullinan, I think your ability, even if your potential and talent are very high, is basically impossible to fight against the evil mage.
An egg strikes a stone. But Dean Weir believes in you, so Dean Weir and I discussed how to stimulate your potential and quickly train your ability to use elemental magic. Are you listening to me?"
As he spoke, a quill flew towards me. I dodged and looked at Dale Hurley without saying a word. If he really wanted to kill me, he might as well do it now, I thought randomly.
Dale Hurley acquiesced that I had understood, and began to arrange tasks for me: "Henmo, your affinity for the three elements is very strong, but you don't know how to use it rationally, so I have arranged a corresponding task for you.
three training subjects.”
After saying that, he opened the box and took out a quill pen, an architectural drawing, and a piece of calfskin.
What is this going to do for me? I stepped forward and couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "What is this?"
Dale Hurley took out his quill and said to me: "The amount of magical power depends on two points. One is the affinity of the element. The higher the affinity of the element, the greater the amount of elements that can be mobilized and used. The upper limit of the affinity of the element.
It is basically determined by personal talent and cannot be qualitatively improved through training. The second is the control power of elements. The control power of elements depends on personal talent and has different levels of precision, but it can be greatly improved through acquired training. Hummo, your
I admit that your elemental affinity is indeed relatively high, but your elemental control is simply appalling, and can even be said to be completely clueless. This is also your current shortcoming, so Dean Weir and I can only use the most traditional but most effective methods to train.
Your elemental control."
I listened to a lot, like a bible, maybe I am really not suitable for studying, because studying makes me unhappy. But now the entire magical world, my own life and the life of my friends are on me, and I have no choice.
.
Dale Hurley took out the quill and said: "For wind element control training, all you have to do is concentrate, control the wind element, let the wind element gently hold up the quill, and then create airflow to keep the quill in your hand
Spin, remember, is levitating and turning in your hands.”
"Ah? Isn't this too difficult?" I opened my mouth wide and stared blankly at this quill that could be blown away by a light gust of wind.
Regardless of my surprise, Dale Hurley sent me a second 'surprise': "This architectural drawing is the main architectural drawing of our Hurley family. All you have to do is use your control of metal elements to follow this drawing.
, build a mini house on the table, the size is up to you."
"..."
"The third and last one is the exercise of controlling the fire element." Dale Hurley picked up the piece of calfskin: "You have to control the fire element to bake your own name on this piece of calfskin, of course.
, in case you don’t know how to write your name, I have used a carbon rod to draw the outline of your name on the calfskin. You have to trace your name within the outline. Remember, no more, no less, just right.
Do you understand?"
I picked up the calfskin and looked at it, and sure enough, the bold outline of my name had been written on it with a carbon rod. I looked at the other two things around me, and my head hurt with worry.
"Then let's start." Dale Hurley saw that I was looking at the three things without saying anything, so he pressed the 'switch' of the special magic training.
Henmo, ah, Henmo, did you owe money to Dale Hurley in your last life, and you have been tortured by him in this life? But there is no way, who asked me to call him Henmo Cullinan.