"Child of Miracles, you should know."
"Yes, Teacher, I know." Osmond nodded in reply.
With a wave of his hand, the young man brought Osmond into a secret chamber and took the main seat.
After Osmond sat down, the young man said, "Duke Moravia gave me an idea. Staying by the Child of Miracles' side may bring you some fortunate encounters."
Osmond straightened up and replied, "Teacher, that conclusion is wrong. After all, there are already precedents."
"People have tried this in the historical records, but none succeeded."
The young man gave Osmond an indifferent glance and said, "I have said before that you cannot believe everything written in history books."
"Yes, Teacher, you did say that." Osmond lowered his head, not daring to meet his teacher's gaze.
"Then why are you using that to lecture me?"
Osmond slammed his head to the floor and said loudly, "This disciple would not dare. Please calm your anger, Teacher."
The young man waved a hand and raised Osmond to his feet, scolding him, "You kneel and kowtow at every turn. Is that what I taught you?"
Osmond's face flushed red, but he did not resent his teacher in the slightest.
"Several centuries of 'accumulation' have already proven that bitter cultivation is useless to you. If you wish to cross that threshold and reach the starting point of the path to Legend, you must rely on another's intervention."
"As your teacher, I used Duke Moravia's hand to send you to his grandson's side. This is one attempt."
"Give it ten years. If it does not work, I will think of another way for you."
Osmond hesitated inwardly, but after hearing his teacher's plan, he gathered his courage and said, "But, Teacher..."
After hearing his disciple's explanation, the young man gave him an impassive