Talent Determines the Number of Cram Schools

The next day, early morning.

The alarm clock rang precisely at six o'clock, and Aaron groggily opened his eyes.

After spending a school year at Hogwarts, his biological clock hadn't changed much, and even during holidays he wouldn't feel like sleeping in any longer.

After getting dressed and washing up, Aaron lifted Abei off the bed.

Looking at the Dragon Cub that was still dozing off, he made a muffled sound, but to him it was perfectly clear, no different from normal speech.

The next moment, Abei opened his eyes and yawned.

Aaron's lips twitched. Suddenly, he felt that the Dragon Language didn't smell so good anymore. He had said "Get up" but the little guy had misheard it as "Dinner's ready."

More than half an hour later, he brought Abei had changed his luggage, to the restaurant.

Jeans placed a standard breakfast in front of Aaron, then gave Abei a meaningful smile and took a red apple out of his pocket. "This is yours, eat it sparingly."

Abei, holding Pingguo, realized what was happening and stared longingly at the bacon, eggs, bread, and sausage on Aaron's plate, drooling uncontrollably.

"You need to lose weight. From now on, you'll only have one apple for breakfast."

Abei let out a "woo" and turned the dragon's face away.

"It says you're a bad person," Aaron translated, half-laughing and half-crying. "Dragons have big appetites, so you're certainly being a bit heartless."

"Young master, you don't need to plead for it."

I fed it for two months last year, so I know its appetite all too well.

Let alone one apple, even if I brought a whole box of apples, it still wouldn't fill its belly.

Compared to before, this breakfast is a bit meager, but it won't leave you hungry.

Abei looked at Aaron with a pitiful expression, then fiercely extended his dragon claw at Jeans.

"It said the situation had changed and asked me to make the decision for it."

Abei has grown a lot, so his appetite has naturally increased. You're abusing Young Dragon."

Jeans raised an eyebrow, asking with some surprise and uncertainty, "Young Master, you... can understand what it's saying?"

"Hmm... I guess so!"

"I accidentally learned a foreign language in the Restricted Section of Hogwarts." Aaron made up a reason without trying to hide his ability.

On the one hand, Jeans was someone who had watched him grow up and was the elder he trusted most.

On the other hand, the vacation lasted for more than two months, and Jeans took care of all his food, clothing, and accommodation. In addition, he also had to serve as his close combat instructor. They saw each other every day, so it was impossible to keep the truth hidden for long.

"Dragon Language?" Jeans became somewhat interested, but quickly looked at Aaron with a skeptical gaze.

In the Magic World, there are indeed some exceptionally gifted Warlock who can communicate with certain animals, but that's all innate. To say that one can learn an animal's language on their own is simply impossible.

Not to mention that this knowledge was acquired at Hogwarts; magic schools never take responsibility for such things.

"Young Master, if you don't want to tell the truth, you don't have to, but there's no need to lie to me!"

"When did I lie to you?"

You know me; I've always been an honest child.

Jeans smiled without saying a word, his eyes full of amusement.

Honesty? My God, don't insult that word!

In all his decades of life, he had never encountered a child more difficult to deal with than his own young master; even he would have to admit defeat when it came to the skill of lying through one's teeth.

However, in a sense, this is not a bad thing. Aaron is the sole heir of the Gaius family, and he will inevitably have to deal with all sorts of people in the future. Being tactful is essential.

Aaron felt a little embarrassed by the gaze and gave an awkward laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"Young Master, I have no interest in knowing your secrets, but I hope you will try your best not to upset me."

"Okay!" Aaron pouted. "By the way, where are my parents?"

It's time for dinner, aren't they coming yet?

"Um..." Jeans hesitated for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "The master and madam needed to catch a train, so they left around 10 o'clock."

Moreover, barring any unforeseen circumstances, you will only be able to contact them by letter before the start of the semester.

Aaron:...

I knew it.

It's always like this, always like this.

I should have guessed; they always seemed very busy.

Jeans shrugged; he was immune to such complaints.

It's just kids grumbling; it'll pass quickly.

"Young Master, the Patriarch specifically instructed me to teach you before he left."

So, when do you think training should start?

Aaron for a moment, then smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Since they're all not here, let's just forget about it!"

Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know—it's okay to be lazy for a while.

"No, absolutely not." Jeans immediately put on a stern face. "This is the head of the family's life. Don't make things difficult for me."

"Beat it!"

Then let's wait until tonight to come, okay?

You know, I have to go to Diagon Alley to mind the shop every day, I don't have much time.

"This... I'm very sorry, but this doesn't seem to work either."

"Why? I've already given you face."

"Isn't it just learning swordsmanship? Aren't two or three hours a day enough?"

Jeans hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

"Is there a problem?" Aaron asked, squinting. Even if he was slow to react, he could tell that Jeans was hiding something from him.

"Young master, the problem is that you need to learn more than just swordsmanship. There's a lot more to it."

Therefore, the free time during this holiday may be a little tight.

Aaron was stunned. What the hell was going on?

Other people's holidays are about eating well, sleeping well, and having fun, but for him it's just a bunch of tutoring classes.

"Jeans," Aaron took a deep breath, "Tell me honestly, what were the mission objectives Vico gave you?"

"This..."

"I told you to say it's fate."

"Yes!"

Jeans nodded and took two keys out of his pocket, one silver and one light gray.

"The silver key can open the armory, allowing you to train your combat skills."

The light gray key can open... many secret Secret Chamber, depending on what you are interested in, young master.

Jia means nothing without greed, and in addition to the necessary melee skills , young master, you must learn at least three skills.

Of course, these are all possible.

"Heh! Heh heh!"

Aaron rubbed his forehead and shook his head, looking utterly dejected.

"No wonder they left in such a hurry."

So it wasn't because he was busy; he was probably just too embarrassed to see me.

Am I their biological child? What parent would enroll their twelve-year-old child in four tutoring classes?

That's outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!

I... I want to find my grandfather, I want him to give me justice.

"Get me paper and pen; I need to quickly write him a letter to complain about this unfair life."

"You can't help him with this matter either, even if you ask his hometown."

Aaron slammed his hand on the table, and Abei tensed up, baring his teeth at Jeans.

The two servants are now united against a common enemy, as if they're determined to make things right unless you explain yourself clearly.

Jeans wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The young master rarely got angry, but when he did, he was a real handful.

After all, he was just Butler, and he didn't have as much decision-making power as Aaron on many matters.

"This is a family rule."

First, to become High-level Mage, one needs to have a certain level of melee combat ability.

"I'm not saying he can take on ten at once, but he should at least be able to take on five."

"Really?" Aaron said casually. "That means my dad can also take on five people at once."

"No, the highest record for Jia'er is one against twelve."

Aaron was caught off guard by the news.

"Really?"

"Vico is so amazing, how come I never realized it?"

It's true.

Each heir of the Gaius family possesses formidable close-combat skills, and the family heir is naturally among them.

"Then... did my grandpa also enroll him in so many tutoring classes?"

"No, only those who are High-level Mage before the age of twelve have this opportunity," Jeans explained, forcing a smile. "And your talent is slightly less, so you only need to learn swordsmanship at a certain age."

Aaron opened his mouth, then couldn't help but swallow.

No wonder Vico said he would have a relatively easy life; it turns out that if you're talented, you have to go to tutoring classes!

Thinking of this, Aaron touched the ring he was wearing with a guilty conscience.

"Jeans, a twelve-year-old High-level Mage needs to learn at least four skills."

What if, and I mean what if, someone reached the level of Magus before the age of twelve?

There must have been several such individuals in the family history; how were their positions arranged?

"I don't know the specifics, but there is one who is quite famous, the one that Jia mentioned last night, who lived more than seven weeks ago."

It is said that by the age of twelve, he had mastered at least twenty different skills. Several highly respected figures in the field even wanted to become his students, but he refused them all.

"That's truly remarkable!" Aaron said with a forced smile, while secretly making a decision in his heart: his true strength must absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not be revealed.

Four tutoring classes are already a difficult life; if you have to attend several times that number, life will be unbearable.

He was still young and didn't want to die suddenly.