Special Skills of Armor

Jeans cast Repair Charm, restoring the cratered ground to its original state, and then put away the severely damaged silver armor.

"Young Master, you can continue."

There's still some time before the first class ends; we can have another one.

"Roar!" Abei let out a dissatisfied roar.

Are you going to continue? Didn't you see you almost hurt my master just now?

Aaron understood the meaning of the roar, smiled, rubbed its head, and reluctantly put Abei on the ground.

"Okay, but this is my class, so you shouldn't interfere anymore."

Don't feel bad about it. As Jeans said, suffering a little more now will save you a lot of suffering later.

Abei paused for a moment, a hint of confusion in his eyes, but he still silently turned and left, leaving Aaron with a rather lonely silhouette.

"Let's continue!"

"Yes, young master."

Jeans raised his Wand again, and a full suit of armor came down from the shelf.

Aaron took a deep breath and launched the attack.

He rushed to the front of the armor and made a stabbing motion, the gleaming silver tip of his sword pointing straight at the breastplate.

Since his opponent wasn't human, he naturally didn't need to hold back; as long as he hit the target, he would win.

The piercing sound, mixed with tiny sparks, was exceptionally clear in the Secret Chamber.

A moment later, Aaron's eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

As expected, his attack was blocked, and he couldn't even draw his weapon.

The armored figure clasped its hands together, clamping the two-inch-wide blade of the sword, the tip of which stopped a few centimeters in front of the breastplate.

Aaron was stunned. Before he could react, he was kicked in the stomach and sent flying backward uncontrollably.

Abei, who was watching the battle from a short distance away, couldn't hold back any longer and roared as he charged toward the suit of armor.

But after running only a couple of steps, the dragon was lifted up by Jeans, its limbs flapping wildly in mid-air.

"That's why teachers suffer more than students!" Jeans looked at Abei speechlessly. "Don't worry, the young master is fine. If something had happened, I would have been more worried than you."

"Besides, you've already ruined a set of armor. If you continue like this, even the vast Gaius family can't withstand your extravagance."

Abei snorted softly, and although she was being carried, she still crossed her arms proudly and turned her face away unhappily.

"Cough cough!" Aaron got up, clutching his stomach in a disheveled state.

The Iron Armor Charm was quite effective; he wasn't seriously injured, but it was incredibly painful.

Jeans placed Abei on the ground, took out the small device, and solemnly recorded. "First, insufficient strength."

The method to improve is to do fifty push-ups every day, gradually increasing the number.

First, insufficient adaptability.

Improve methods by increasing practical training.

"Stop," Aaron said, somewhat unconvinced. "I accept the first point, but the third..."

"When your weapon is restrained, young master should step back instead of standing there dumbly waiting for the enemy to attack."

"I admit that what you said makes a lot of sense."

"But is this armor even authentic?" Aaron pointed at the armor with a look of grief and indignation, his fingers trembling involuntarily. "Can anyone tell me which armor can catch a blade barehanded?"

"Oh, this..."

"Didn't you say that the armor's attack techniques are average and its movements are not as agile as humans'?"

Jeans, I may be young, but that doesn't mean I'm ignorant. I doubt even 99% of people could do that!

You'd better give me a perfect explanation, or my fragile heart will be hurt.

"Um..." Jeans hesitated for a moment, then explained awkwardly but seriously, "The previous set of armor was indeed like that, but this is the first set."

A slight upgrade isn't too much to ask, is it?

Aaron:...

I'm impressed by you, you old sixth brother.

Noticing his young master's unfriendly gaze, Jeans coughed and gave an awkward smile, "There's a reason for doing this, it's all for your sake, young master."

"Having learned this lesson, I'll be more careful when fighting others in the future."

"Go on," Aaron waved his hand dismissively. "Let's see what other excuses you can come up with."

"Actually, the patriarch had a similar experience during his training, but he handled it much better!"

"Oh, how did Vico do it?"

"After the patriarch's weapon was thrown from his hand, he drew his Wand without hesitation and fired three consecutive ' Shattering Curse' shots, forcefully dismantling the armor."

Your grandfather praised him a lot back then, saying that the Gaius family had a worthy successor.

"This is even possible?" Aaron's lips twitched violently, feeling that his understanding of the world had been somewhat overturned.

Vico's impression of him was that he was approachable, humble and polite, shrewd and capable, and a little afraid of his wife, but now it seems that he is a seasoned veteran who has been hiding his true nature for too long.

"That's how it is." Jeans shrugged. "Although it was training, the opponent was just a puppet armor without any consciousness."

But these are also enemies, and we must never be merciful to enemies.

As long as you can win, you can disregard all rules, have no shame, and be even more despicable and shameless than your enemy, because you cannot bear the consequences of losing.

The patriarch understood this principle during his first training session and applied it well in actual combat.

"To be honest, you may not want to hear it, but aside from your talent in magic, the head of the family is far superior to you in every other aspect."

Aaron swallowed hard, and it took him a long time to react.

"He truly is my father!"

But so what? He was three years older than me when he first trained.

If you perform worse than me after three years, that would be truly pathetic.

Jeans chuckled and gave Aaron a thumbs up. "Young Master sees things clearly, so it's not entirely wrong to say that."

"Hmph! I'll remember this 'He Tian'."

"When I become powerful, I'll definitely send a squad of armored soldiers to beat you up."

"I'm waiting, I look forward to that day," Jeans said with a smile, then glanced at his watch. "It's about time, let's end the first lesson here!"

"Phew!" Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. "What about the second lesson? What will I learn?"

Jeans took out the light gray key and placed the first set of armor on the shelf.

There are many options.

Swordsmanship is a required course, while the three elective courses are for you to choose from, young master.

"Then at least tell me what I can choose!"

"Young master, please come with me."

Jeans led Aaron to the end of the armory, where a familiar keyhole slowly appeared in the wall.

"Beautiful." Aaron gritted his teeth. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, no one would have imagined that there was another Secret Chamber hidden inside the Secret Chamber."

"Let me correct that."

This statement is not entirely accurate; in fact, there are many hidden Secret Chamber.

Only those with the Gaius family bloodline possessing the key can reveal the Secret Chamber; there is no other way.

"Start! I'm ready."

Jeans nodded slightly and inserted the light gray key into the lock.

Creak!

The door was not open, but the walls kept shaking.

Soon, countless keyholes appeared on the wall, arranged in more than a dozen rows, numbering at least a hundred.

"My God!"

In that instant, Aaron felt he had developed trypophobia.

Merlin played a huge joke on him, asking him to choose three elective courses from hundreds of options, which was absolutely outrageous.

"Um, um, we don't need to watch every single one, do we?"

"Young master, please don't worry."

"There are a total of 197 Secret Chamber here, some large, some small, some simple, some complex," Jeans explained. "However... the head of the family has already eliminated most of them for you."

For example, room number 103 connects to a lake where you can learn to fish.

Room number 105 was a card and board game room, containing all the gambling equipment from thousands of years ago, where one could practice gambling skills.

besides..."

"I'm not going to say anything more," Aaron said with a dark face. "These retirement-type apartments aren't suitable for a young person like me, right?"

Jeans nodded. "That's right."

"Tell me, how many options did he offer me?"

"Thirty types, all of which are top-ranked escape Secret Chamber."

It's still a choice of ten, which is more convenient.

"Oh, by the way, before the head of the family left, he specifically instructed me that you must choose at least three; less is not acceptable, but more is not a limit."

"I understand." Aaron gave a wry smile. "I've never been to any of these Secret Chamber before. Do you have any good recommendations?"

"Yes, of course." Jeans said excitedly, pointing to the keyhole numbered 30. "This is my favorite, and also the head of the family's favorite, but the lady doesn't like it very much."

"This..." Aaron frowned, pondered for a moment, and said with a strange expression, "This isn't a wine cellar, is it?"

"Clever!

This is a family business, and both Warlock and Muggle need good wine. The wines produced by Gaius Winery have received consistent praise from all walks of life.

Most importantly, this is practically a mandatory option for every heir.

"Hehe! Eliminate, completely eliminate."

"I'm only ten years old, and you're already encouraging me to drink. Aren't you worried about setting a bad example for a child?"

Jeans's face fell. "Young Master, I don't agree with this."

Remember, the Gaius Winery will be yours in the future. You may not like drinking, but you can't be unable to drink.