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Anger surged within Inquilinar, making it difficult to calm down. He shot a glance at Beric and snapped, "What are you mumbling about now?!"
Beric perked up again, "I said! Keep your voice down! The teacher can't hear! You still don't believe me? Look, I just lowered my voice and—"
Bang! Before he could finish his sentence, the back of his head received another slap from Mage's Hand.
This left Beric feeling frustrated and Inquilinar helpless. How did he end up with such an apprentice?
A round of praises for their good teacher-student relationship came from Danmaku.
Of course, despite the slaps and complaints, Inquilinar felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He had thought about finding an apprentice to pass on his knowledge for some time. However, it was nearly impossible to find anyone suitable; people with awakened magical powers were rare, and those with an innate affinity for fire elements were even rarer.
Over time, Inquilinar had found two red-haired youths with awakened magic, but they lacked the mental fortitude he sought, so he chose not to take them on as apprentices.
For Inquilinar, nothing was more important than a heart that believes in magic.
Fortunately, Beric had an abundance of yearning and determination for magic, which pleased Inquilinar the most. He even looked forward to the envy and jealousy of his two old friends when he introduced Beric to them.
Hahaha, they would be so envious; they had the luck of taking on someone like Old Man as their apprentice.
Perhaps nostalgia triggered a magical response because suddenly, his old friend Reiner appeared right before him.
Beric jumped in surprise at the sudden appearance, literally leaping into the air; it seemed his jumping ability was quite impressive.
Inquilinar remained calm and took the opportunity to teach: "Kid, remember this is also a form of magic—it's a type of spatial magic called teleportation. When I think you're ready, you can try learning this."
As soon as Beric landed, he couldn't contain himself and shouted in excitement, "No way! There's such a magical spell! Teacher, I will work hard!"
"Wow, another one! A stunning purple-haired figure—unbelievable! The more I look at this old gentleman, the more handsome he seems."
"Hey there, no doubt about it—you've been enchanted. It's time to join in and let Beric take it easy."
"So cool! Is no one paying attention to that instant teleportation? Magic is truly convenient!"
Even though his ears throbbed with pain, Inquilinar couldn't let his discomfort show in front of an old friend. He forced himself to endure the torment and proudly pointed at Beric with a smug expression. "This is my apprentice, Beric."
Without further ado, the unwavering heart for magic is no less than anyone else's, including yours and mine.
Let me introduce you: this is a friend of the teacher, and someone you often mention, the Thunder Mage Rein.
"Hello, Mr. Reiner!" Beric greeted politely, a bit awkwardly placing his left hand on his right shoulder in a gesture of respect that the teacher had taught him yesterday. His tone was quite enthusiastic; after all, this man was his idol. Beric had always admired a mage who could easily slay magical beasts.
Reiner rubbed his ear, feeling as if he had just been hit by a soundwave spell. "Ah, very spirited," he remarked. "No wonder you're Inquilinar's apprentice."
What does that mean? Inquilinar sensed that his old friend's last statement felt somewhat off.
Reiner usually wore a cheerful expression, and if one didn't notice his hair, no one would think he was associated with the volatile Lightning Element. But now, his demeanor turned serious. "Inquilinar, can you help me?"
Inquilinar rarely saw his friend in such a state and immediately realized that something particularly serious must have occurred. He straightened up and said, "Speak."
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