Chapter 30: The Teacher’s Trouble (Part 2)

As a teacher, being unable to instruct a student was truly a great shame. However, after thinking deeply for a long time, Old Strom still could not think of a good solution. This matter was not as easy to solve as “constructing a Mana Vessel,” so in the end, he could only tell Luo Yan the truth.

Shaking his head with some reluctance, Old Strom said in a slightly low voice, “Luo Yan, it is my luck to receive a genius disciple like you. However, your affinity is that of a Necromancer, while I am an Elemental Mage. Therefore, the guidance I can give you regarding the specific application of magic will be very limited. It seems that from now on, you will mainly have to work hard on your own…”

Hearing this, Luo Yan opened his mouth but did not know what to say. Fortunately, Old Strom paused for a moment and continued in a gentle voice, “Hmm… although Necromancy Magic and elemental magic are two different fields, their basic principles are no different. I can still teach you that. Since you have already felt the Magic Element, starting from next week, come to me for three hours every afternoon, and I will begin to explain basic magic knowledge to you in detail.”

After speaking, Old Strom stood up, put away the testing instrument in his hand, turned to Luo Yan with a smile, and said, “Follow me for a moment.”

Leading Luo Yan to the study, Old Strom casually placed the testing instrument in front of the bookshelf. He glanced over the shelves and pulled out two slightly yellowed pamphlets, handing them seriously to Luo Yan and saying solemnly, “Luo Yan, I do not understand Necromancy Magic, so I cannot guide you directly. You can only teach yourself for now. Here are two books. One records some low-level necromancy magic; study it yourself first. The other is a magic notebook left behind by a friend of my grandfather. He was an outstanding level six Necromancy System Great Wizard. Read it carefully when you go back; it will definitely be of great help to you!”

Upon hearing “magic notebook,” Luo Yan was startled. Everyone knew that the most precious thing for a Wizard was their own magic notebook. These contained the insights accumulated by each Wizard since they began studying magic, the questions they encountered, and even some unknown little tricks. It could be said that every magic notebook was the crystallization of its owner’s hard work. Wars could even be triggered to fight over the magic notebooks of high-level Wizards, such as the famous “Battle of Tramma,” which was started in this way… Old Strom actually gave such a precious thing to him just like that?

However, upon hearing that it was only the notebook of a level six Great Wizard, Luo Yan immediately became much more composed. It was just a mid-level Wizard. Back in the day, Luo Yan had already been a level seven Magister, so such a notebook was not enough to make him lose his cool. As for the other low-level necromancy spell book, hmm… well, they could just forget about it.

[Of course, although this stuff is not much to look at, I still have to do what needs to be done. You can’t expect to get legendary treasures from Old Strom’s house every time. He doesn’t have a treasure basin that just keeps producing things, right?]

Luo Yan immediately tucked the two pamphlets into his chest with a serious expression and said very earnestly, “Thank you for your generous gift, teacher. Luo Yan will definitely study hard when he returns!”

Unexpectedly, hearing this, Old Strom waved his hand and laughed, “Don’t be too tense. There must be a balance between work and rest. You are still a child; you should play more and run around more. Being active will help you grow taller. Don’t turn yourself into a little bookworm.”

Now Luo Yan was completely helpless. Was this a joke? Who wouldn’t want their student to be hardworking and diligent, wishing they could tie them to a stool twenty-four hours a day? But this man… when the student himself asked to work hard, he actually encouraged the student to slack off and play more?

Giving a speechless, dry laugh, Luo Yan said seriously to Old Strom, “Teacher, the student actually came today for another matter. My father asked for your help.”

Seeing this, Old Strom burst out laughing, “Alright, alright… don’t be so serious. Children should act like children, not like a Little Old Man…” As he spoke, Old Strom patted Luo Yan’s small head and then asked with great interest, “…Are you saying the Director has something he wants me to help with? Whatever it is, just say it!”

Luo Yan shrugged and said, “Teacher, it is about Brother Isaiah. My dad said his talent is rare and wants to find him a better Battle Aura technique. But as you know, my dad only practices the basic Battle Aura technique himself, and it’s version 1.0. So he asked me to ask if you have any better Battle Aura techniques? If you have one and are willing to give it, please tell me what you require in exchange.”

The true motive was revealed. This was Luo Yan’s actual goal for today. He had long been eyeing the Strom family’s ancestral techniques; everything before this was just a setup.

[What are legendary treasures? Getting this is the real way to get rich!!]

Of course, Luo Yan was not that naive. After all, it was an ancestral technique of the Strom family. Luo Yan did not believe he could get it just by asking. Right now, he was just testing the waters and laying the groundwork for the future.

As for the part about his dad asking… well, one, two, three, now let’s all forget it!

Hearing Luo Yan’s request, Old Strom simply waved his hand and laughed, “What a trivial matter. The Director is too much, making you come all this way… wait a moment…” Saying this, Old Strom stood up and, without thinking, pulled a rather old-looking parchment from the bookshelf and handed it to Luo Yan, saying clearly, “…Here, this technique is an ancestral possession of our Strom family. Although it is not very miraculous, it emphasizes the basics most of all, making it most suitable for building a foundation. Luo Yan, take it and give it to the Director.”

At this point, Strom paused slightly and then said with some apology, “Luo Yan, this technique is normally nothing special, but because this parchment is an ancestral heirloom, you can only make a copy when you go back. You must return the original to your teacher.”

It seemed that Old Strom really felt embarrassed about his “stinginess,” but he did not notice that Luo Yan in front of him was completely stunned.

Actually, Luo Yan had been a bit dazed from the moment Old Strom mentioned “ancestral technique,” and Old Strom’s subsequent words left him completely speechless. By the time the parchment was in his hand, Luo Yan had gone totally numb. He stared at it blankly and suddenly saw a row of large characters written on it.

— “Thus-As-It-Is Pasara Thoughtless Combat Method”