The Misconceptions Wizards Easily Fall Into

Vico walked up to his son, patted him on the shoulder, and looked extremely serious.

Just as Aaron realized he had said something wrong and upset his mother, Vico's lips curled up slightly. "I'm still very pleased that you realize this, but what you can think of, our ancestors could naturally think of as well."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Aaron was speechless as he looked at the warehouse full of cold weapons. Even Warlock couldn't stop a bullet with these weapons!

No matter how skillfully you wield your sword, you'll still die from a single spear thrust.

"Times have changed, but we never fall behind." Vico adopted a mysterious air, then drew a short sword. "Let's not talk about that now. Try this sword first."

Aaron took the short sword, but the moment he gripped the hilt, he clearly felt a small portion of his Magical Energy drain away, uncontrollably flowing into the short sword.

"This is..." Aaron raised an eyebrow in surprise, "A magical weapon?"

He tried swinging it, and the extremely crisp sound of the sword rang out continuously, while his robes fluttered slightly.

Aaron's eyes lit up, and he became more interested in these cold weapons.

If it were merely something that could cut through iron like mud, it wouldn't be worth changing his mind, because it was just an ordinary object. But if it were a divine weapon, that would be a different story.

"King Arthur once fought a city by himself with the Excalibur, which is not just a legend."

But the true story cannot be told in just a few words. In that war, King Arthur's enemies included not only humans but also countless Magic Beasts. "In both the Magical World and Muggle worlds, a powerful weapon can change the course of a battle," Jeans explained.

While the weapons here may not compare to the Excalibur, their power far surpasses that of ordinary weapons, and they also possess a certain resistance against magical objects. However, they are far inferior to weapons made by Muggle.

"That's how it is." Vico shrugged. "If I gave you a gun and sent you to fight a dragon, you probably wouldn't be able to even break through its scales even if you ran out of bullets."

Besides these, there are also Ghost, Blood Clan, Werewolf, and so on, and firearms do very little damage to them.

But having such a weapon would be a huge advantage; it would definitely make things twice as effective.

Aaron nodded and placed the short sword on the weapon rack. "What is the most powerful weapon in the vault?"

Vico and Jeans exchanged a smile. "They're still just kids, a bit too hasty."

"Tch! Fine, I won't say then."

"These are all the weapons here; I can just try them out one by one."

Vico paused for a moment, then laughed even harder. "I advise you to give up on that idea. I used to think the same way, but after working on it for days, I still couldn't find it."

"No way!" Aaron opened his mouth in astonishment, then seemed to realize something, staring at the weapons in disbelief. "Could it be that the most powerful weapons aren't here?"

"Smart, quick to understand."

Aaron pursed his lips and gave the Butler a wronged look. "Uncle Jeans, can you tell me?"

"No." Jeans shook his head with a wry smile. "Even the master can't touch that sword casually, let alone me."

"Cough cough!"

Don't say things you shouldn't say; at least give me some face.

"A sword? You can't just touch it?" Aaron raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "Could it be the legendary Excalibur?"

My goodness, that should fall into the category of Divine Artifact!

"What are you thinking about?" Vico rolled his eyes. "The Excalibur was too powerful. After King Arthur died, Merlin sealed it away. Nobody knows where it is hidden."

"Isn't that right? Then I'm really disappointed."

What do you know?

Although our sword is not as good as the Excalibur, it is not far off. It is a masterpiece forged deep in a volcano by the ancient Elf Tribe using all kinds of rare treasures, to witness the friendship between the Elf Tribe and the Gaius family.

Because of its special significance, it cannot be moved casually.

"Can I take a look? I promise I'll just take a look." Aaron rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes full of sincerity.

The weapons here are all rare and exquisite, not to mention the treasures of the Elf Tribe. If your curiosity cannot be satisfied, you'll feel incredibly restless.

"Sure!" Vico didn't disappoint his son, but just as Aaron was about to laugh, he added, "When your swordsmanship is recognized by Jeans."

Aaron:...

Although disappointed, he still picked out a handy weapon from among the hundreds of options.

"Bring it on!"

"Now?" Jeans frowned slightly. "Young Master, if I may be so bold, you're not even a beginner yet. It's a bit too early for you to challenge me."

"I understand, I just want to know the difference."

"This..."

Jeans hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Vico, as if seeking his opinion.

Vico didn't speak, he just nodded slightly.

Jeans instantly understood: teach the young master a lesson, but don't hurt him.

He quickly picked up a sword, but after thinking about it, he changed it to a short knife, and finally chose a dagger, which was less than one-tenth the length of the sword in Aaron's hand.

Aaron watched the other person choose a weapon and said somewhat unhappily, "They're really underestimating me!"

"It's not that I look down on you, it's just that I'm worried about hurting you." Jeans waved the dagger in his hand. "Well, I'm not that worried about that."

It sounded reasonable, but Aaron still felt somewhat angry.

"Dad, you be the judge."

"Jeans is a professional," Vico said. "I can't get a word in edgewise on this."

"All right!"

Aaron said no more, gripped his sword with both hands, and assumed a fighting stance.

Jeans didn't seem to care, but he still gripped the dagger in his hand tightly.

Vico drew his Wand, and a golden flame shot from its tip, officially beginning the duel.

Aaron swiftly swung his sword, the wind whistling through the air.

This was the sound of Longsword cutting through the air, the hilt and blade burning hot, the silver blade shimmering with blue light under the supply of Magical Energy, as if it were about to catch fire.

Jeans raised an eyebrow, smiled, and raised his dagger to parry.

Click!

The Longsword and dagger clashed, one being the one exerting force and the other the one intercepting. Aaron gained a slight advantage, pressing the dagger down a few inches.

However, Jeans simply turned his body to the side, and quickly slid the dagger in his hand forward, creating a trail of sparks as it scraped against the Longsword.

Aaron felt a blinding light, and when he opened his eyes, a dagger was already pressed against his neck, while his sword was stopped to Jeans ' left.

"That's how we lose."

Aaron murmured, somewhat unable to accept it.

In fact, it was his first time using a sword, and he knew his own limitations.

He was definitely no match for the Butler, but he felt that they could at least have a good relationship for a while.

But to my surprise, he lost in less than two seconds, very decisively.

"Not bad."

"Don't try to comfort me, just let me have some peace and quiet."

"It's really not bad," Jeans praised. "Although the attack is a bit immature and the adaptability is insufficient, the momentum is well-controlled, at least much better than those beginners."

In other words, young master, you're quite capable, even more so than the former head of the family.

Vico's face darkened. "Let's not talk about that."

"Yes!" Jeans chuckled awkwardly and put the dagger back on the shelf.

"Son, how are you feeling?"

"It's not good."

I feel a strong sense of frustration.

"That's right." Vico pondered. "Your mission this holiday is to learn swordsmanship from Jeans."

"What?" Aaron looked somewhat embarrassed.

He admitted that the martial arts here were quite good, but he didn't think it was necessary to learn swordsmanship.

He was Warlock, not a swordsman; a Wand was enough for him.

Vico wasn't surprised to see him like this, as if he had expected it.

"Okay! I know you might be a little reluctant."

Indeed, magic is more powerful than martial arts, and magical martial arts is also a type of magic, right?

Isn't that so?

"Of course not," Vico said seriously. "It's understandable that you have this idea; I used to think the same way."

But son, I must tell you a fact, a common misconception among all Warlock: Wand is also a type of magical weapon.

Warlock's true power is only one thing: Magical Energy.

Other fighting methods are supplementary, but indispensable, especially melee fighting abilities.

Aaron was silent for a while after hearing this, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Wand simply makes the spellcasting process smoother, but it doesn't mean Warlock can't survive without Wand; otherwise, there wouldn't be such a thing as Wandless Casting.

"But you don't necessarily have to practice swordsmanship!"

Compared to those melee weapons, I still prefer using Wand; casting spells at close range is definitely easier than using a sword.

Hearing this, Vico smiled and shook his head. "In short, learning swordsmanship has its benefits. You won't suffer any losses, and you'll be able to use it sooner or later."

"Give me a reason," Aaron said, somewhat unconvinced.

"This is a family rule: once you reach the High-level Mage, you must learn to use a sword."

You have a vacation period, but swordsmanship is just the beginning. There are other things you need to learn as well. Any objections?

Aaron:...

You've even brought up family rules; do I dare say they exist?