The Little White Rabbit in the Wolves' Eyes

Aaron looked at the next portal, and the darkness within made him shudder.

"Um... my stomach isn't feeling well, can I go ahead first?"

"What do you think?" Salks said playfully. "If you can't avoid it, you have to face it honestly."

"Actually, besides facing it, there's also the option of escaping," Aaron said earnestly.

Salks paused for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into laughter and gave Aaron a thumbs up.

"That's a good idea; I used to think the same way."

"But in the end you'll find you can't escape it, and you'll definitely regret it later."

Aaron hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and dragged himself toward the next door.

"Lord Salks, young master... he won't be in trouble, will he?" Jeans asked with some concern.

"No, he's already ahead of many people. If he can't even withstand this much pressure, then it would be too disappointing."

"Besides, you really are incompetent, even with this child's..." Salks paused for a moment, "Never mind, this is his nature."

In short, as long as this guy doesn't die young, his future achievements will definitely be substantial; he might even crack the top three in the family's history.

Upon hearing this, Jeans was thrilled, but also a little apprehensive.

He had previously discussed with the current patriarch and the previous patriarch, namely Aaron's father and grandfather, and they believed that Aaron's talent was at most in the top ten.

Although this term sounds only above average, compared to other wizard families, it is already great, but I never expected that the surprise would come so unexpectedly.

What does it mean to be in the top three? They are undoubtedly excellent. The top three heirs of the Gaius family throughout history have all been at the level of God of Law. This is far beyond what the word "excellent" can describe.

"Your subordinate understands. I will certainly do my best to assist you from now on," Jeans solemnly promised, then looked at Salks hesitantly, "This matter is quite large, what about Jia'er and the old family..."

"Keep it a secret for now! Don't tell anyone within a month."

I've been there, and that feeling of having high expectations placed on you really isn't pleasant.

"Understood."

Jeans nodded and politely took his leave.

The next Secret Chamber was a botanical garden. After Jeans entered, Aaron had already summoned the memories of the Lant, and they seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.

"Jeans," Lant beckoned, "From now on, bring Aaron to see me every two days, forty minutes each time, understand?"

"Yes, Lord Lant."

Lant nodded and led Aaron to the back of the botanical garden, personally escorting him into the next Secret Chamber.

The sixth room is a huge library, twice the size of Hogwarts.

Without a trace of emotion, Aaron walked skillfully to the center of the library and placed his hand on the rising black stone pillar.

After the figure appeared, Aaron had no interest in learning about the ancestor's story and simply gave a polite bow.

"Ancestor, I won't say any more. Those who understand, understand."

I have no interest in these books, so... please forgive this unworthy descendant's impulsiveness.

Aaron gritted his teeth and said, then walked toward the next door on his own.

Jeans awkwardly wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "I'm so sorry, young master..."

"No explanation needed, I understand."

This child has had a tough time; compared to other subjects, it's not that important to me.

Okay then! You can schedule this class as a self-study session for him. He can come over anytime he wants to relax.

"Relax?"

As Jeans looked at the seemingly endless bookshelves, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"What, aren't you going to get it?"

Reading can cultivate one's character. I won't teach him any profound magic, but I can answer all his questions; books hold the answers to everything.

"Yes!"

Upon entering the next Secret Chamber, Aaron intended to follow the same approach as in the previous room: to appear furious, then bow respectfully to show his nervousness, and finally offer a sincere apology.

This way, we might gain some control, or at the very least, reduce the amount of time spent in class.

The Secret Chamber, and the door was open. However, the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered with all sorts of Magic Array.

Upon closer inspection, I felt a sense of joy and a significant reduction in my overall well-being.

"Young master, you're walking too fast, I almost couldn't keep up with you," Jeans said with a smile, then explained, "It's obvious that this ancestor was proficient in Magic Array."

Incidentally, the Defensive Array inside the castle was his creation.

However, his temperament is rather eccentric.

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, Aaron also became somewhat interested in this ancestor. After all, someone who could design Defensive Array to block Holy Magus was definitely more cost-effective than the previous ones.

As he placed his palm on the black stone pillar, all the magic arrays lit up almost simultaneously and began to operate slowly, instantly turning the room into a kaleidoscope of colors.

"Oh! A fine junior." An elderly man with a full head of hair suddenly appeared in front of the two, staring at Aaron with great interest. "Interested in learning Magic Array from me?"

"Lord Weihert, you..."

"Shut up, I'm asking him a question."

Jeans nodded weakly and remained silent.

"If I say I'm not interested, will you stop teaching me?" Aaron asked Yu.

"No, you're interested." Weihert smiled. "I've inscribed a magic circle in the black pillar. Several conditions must be met to summon me."

First, Gaius's bloodline; second, exceptional talent; and third, his own willingness.

Your mother and grandfather have both been here, but they weren't even qualified to summon me.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips curled up slightly, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "Teacher."

"Not bad!" Weihert smiled with satisfaction. "Jeans, two hours a day, you know how to arrange it."

"Yes!"

With a wave of his hand, Weihert caused a Magic Array on the wall to suddenly begin to rotate.

Before the two could react, they entered the next Secret Chamber.

"His temper is quite peculiar," Aaron said with a wry smile. Then, looking at the Secret Chamber filled with various fitness equipment and unidentified solutions, he reluctantly placed his palm on the black stone pillar.

A wisp of smoke flashed by, and a muscular young man looked at Aaron with amusement. "Not bad, I'm very satisfied with this student."

"Um... that ancestor." Aaron's expression was a little awkward. "I haven't decided whether I want to learn from you yet. After all, I'm really not interested in fitness."

"Vulgar! Is this fitness? This is just strengthening the body."

If you're willing to put in the hard work, I have a way to enhance your physical abilities to the limits of human potential. Melee combat is Warlock's weakness, but in fact, physical strength is.

Following my method, even if you get stabbed through the heart, you won't die instantly; you might even be able to last another half hour in a fierce battle.

Aaron's lips twitched violently, then he waved his hand, "Once I learn how to forge divine weapons from my Argus Ancestor, I'll equip myself with a set of armor."

"That is ultimately an external thing."

Moreover, what you're learning isn't just about strengthening your physique, but also the corresponding knowledge. As long as you have enough resources, you can continue to evolve in the future.

"Hmm... I've thought about it carefully, but I'll pass."

Aaron walked toward the next Secret Chamber on his own. The Gaius family was not short of money and could rely on technological equipment. There was no need for them to mutate their own bodies.

"Stop! I'm clearly doing this for your own good, and you don't even appreciate it."

You don't have the right to refuse, you should know that!

Aaron stopped in his tracks, only then realizing that these ancestors all had their own secrets.

He looked at Jeans with a bitter expression, but Genes shook his head and gave Aaron a helpless look. Then he took out his notebook and said, "Sir, please make the arrangements."

"Come every three days is fine. The time varies depending on the specific situation."

"Isn't this... a bit too hasty?"

"If you tell other people that it was me who said it, they will understand."

"Yes!"

"Alright, stop wasting time. The time before tomorrow is still yours."

Aaron and Jeans exchanged a glance and then stepped into the next Secret Chamber.

After a familiar process, it's the tenth room, then the eleventh, the eleventh... until the eighteenth room.

They arrived at noon, and after learning swordsmanship for a while, they began to tour the family's Secret Chamber, which consisted of eighteen rooms, and the tour lasted until dark.

However, none of the eighteen teachers could escape Aaron's wrath. Every time he summoned their memories, he was met with a playful look in their eyes.

Under such gazes, he couldn't hide any secrets at all and could only passively accept their arrangements.

With each passing moment, Aaron's pressure increased. After eighteen times, he vaguely felt like a little rabbit in the eyes of a pack of wolves—weak, helpless, and utterly naive.

The last course was psychology. This patriarch was supernatural and could read people's minds. From his special perspective, he could clearly see the black lines emanating from Aaron's body.

However, this is not the prelude to the dark side, but rather a feeling of utter despair and decay, which is extremely negative.