Ian had never seen this so-called breath technique that ordinary people could learn, nor did he know whether it was lost for some reason or if places like the Mysterious Affairs Department intentionally covered it up. Just like they had concealed other matters, burying some real history in unknown secrets.

"No wonder my good friend Arthur could take on the Giant Dragon alone."

Ian thought to himself.

He didn’t know the reason why the breath technique was submerged, but he could feel that this era was indeed an age where swords and magic coexisted, full of mystery and power.

"What about Arthur?"

Little Morgan heard Ian’s mumbling and was quite curious.

Ian turned to look at the young Witch.

"Oh, yes, he’s our good friend." He corrected himself, but it left Little Morgan bewildered, thinking for a long time without recalling ever knowing such a person.

Just as the young Witch was about to inquire further.

Ian had already continued walking forward.

The two left the training ground and walked along a path towards the small river outside the castle. The river was crystal clear, and as a gentle breeze blew past, ripples appeared on the water surface.

Fish swam happily in it, and Ian even saw some small green crayfish. Besides the small river, there were dozens of small mounds of earth.

"What’s inside?"

Ian’s eye twitched slightly.

"They are my former teachers...all of them." Little Morgan hesitated but eventually responded, seeing the slight change in Ian’s expression, she immediately explained.

"They were all liars trying to deceive me and take my money, not real Wizards, and of course, not my real teachers." Little Morgan’s tone carried a hint of anger.

She obviously didn’t have the guilty conscience one should have after killing someone, instead appearing somewhat justified, one can only say the grudge and vengefulness of a bad woman were indeed evident from a young age.

"Then I should be glad I’m a real Wizard. Otherwise, I’d probably be sleeping in there too." Ian felt relieved that he signed a contract with Morgan last night. He wasn’t afraid of Morgan’s vengeance now, but who knows if the Morgan lying in the Misty Illusion Realm would hold a grudge for a lifetime.

"You’re different from those liars."

Little Morgan was somewhat at a loss on how to respond, only being able to emphasize that Ian wasn’t a fraud.

"I’m also different from most Wizards."

Standing there, Ian couldn’t help but turn back to gaze at the towering Ancient Castle, suddenly realizing, in astonishment, that the castle’s appearance was identical to the dim castle he had seen earlier in the Misty Illusion Realm.

"So, here too carries the past that the teacher cannot let go of." The Little Wizard pondered in his heart, feeling that he was given a glimpse into Morgan’s deepest secrets.

Looking at the slightly anxious young Witch beside him, he suddenly spoke, "Miss Morgan, I want to know, have you ever tried to learn magic on your own?"

The Little Wizard’s abrupt questioning left Little Morgan slightly stunned.

However.

She quickly gave an honest answer, "My family doesn’t support me learning magic, so the Wizards our family worships are almost unwilling to communicate with me. But I’ve always been full of curiosity and yearning for magic, so, I could only explore on my own, collecting some learning materials about magic through various channels."

As she spoke.

Little Morgan began to demonstrate her achievements to her affordable teacher.

She slowly extended her hand, flicking her fingertips lightly, a wisp of flame appeared out of thin air, then quickly extinguished; then, with another gentle flick of her hand, the clear river water seemed to be given life, lightly rippling into circles of ripples, then turning into strands, gathering in the air into a water stream controlled by her.

Undeniably.

Talent indeed matters. At Little Morgan’s age, many Wizards haven’t even experienced a magic power burst, and even those who have find it difficult to control their magic power, but this young Witch was different, she could not only control magic power but also explored ways to manipulate the elements on her own.

Remarkably talented.

The signs were already showing.

"Very good."

Ian sincerely praised her.

"And more, and more." Little Morgan heard Ian’s praise and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, intending to let her teacher realize her potential to the fullest extent.

She began to perform again, and with magical fluctuations appearing, the next moment, the fresh grass on the ground began to wither, wilting into black ashes in the blink of an eye.

This was the Dark Arts.

Not considered advanced.

But neither was it an entry-level magic. Little Morgan manipulated this magic far more skillfully than those little tricks earlier, causing Ian to feel a hint of familiarity.

"Good, very good, excellent, you do have a bit of my style!" Ian gave a thumbs up, acknowledging Little Morgan’s talent in the Dark Arts.

Just a couple of levels below him.

Don’t think this is like Versailles.

This is genuinely a compliment. For Ian, Dark Arts is his most gifted category, leading others by what could be described as a cliff.

"You don’t reject the Dark Arts?"

Little Morgan’s anxious feeling completely relaxed when she saw Ian’s reaction, she was quite curious, as in any era, the Dark Arts were easily despised.

"Heh."

Ian chuckled softly.

Gazing at the young Witch before him.

"Of course not, because... I am the Dark Arts itself." He wasn’t boasting, but stating a fact, his calm words stirred Little Morgan with passion in her heart.