Feeling Stifled by His Talent

About two weeks later, Aaron's first sword, which he had personally forged, was successfully completed.

When the sword was completed, two Grand Archmage watched the ceremony from the sidelines. A white Holy Dragon circled and roared around the furnace fire, adding a touch of magic to its birth.

Clang!

Aaron retrieved the bluish-green short sword from the flames, looking at his work with satisfaction. "Not bad, it just needs a catchy name."

"How about slaying a dragon?" Jeans suggested.

Abei glared at him angrily, wishing she could spit on him; she could sense the intense malice emanating from his name.

"Daydreaming."

"Hmm... this name sounds slightly better than the previous one, but I don't really like it." Aaron frowned and said seriously, "It's obvious that you're not very good at naming things, Ancestor."

"I mean you're daydreaming." Argus rolled his eyes speechlessly. "First of all, this sword doesn't actually exist; it was constructed in my memory space."

Secondly...

"Wait a moment, Ancestor." Aaron waved his hand. "After all, I made this with my own hands. Let me experience it before telling me this sad truth!"

Argus sneered and with a wave of his hand, a silver Longsword flew into his hand.

He then walked up to Aaron and, without saying a word, slashed him with his sword.

After a crisp sound, half of the sword blade fell to the ground.

Aaron looked at the broken sword in his hand, feeling particularly uneasy.

It was, after all, his first work, and he ruined it so quickly; it's a slap in the face for him.

"Secondly, this sword is of mediocre quality and does not deserve a name."

Aaron sighed and threw the broken sword into the furnace. "Ancestor, you really are... too good at crushing people."

"As the sole heir of the Gaius family, you need to face Reality Stone."

"Is Reality Stone that you used Divine Weapon to shatter my weapon made of scrap metal?" Aaron's eyes were filled with resentment. "If you really wanted to teach me a lesson, couldn't you have given me some rare sword-forging materials in the first place?"

"Um... this really won't work," Argus said somewhat embarrassedly. "You're a beginner after all."

"So you know I'm a newbie?" Aaron's imposing manner instantly flared up. "What you just did is no different from an emperor bullying a commoner."

Argus blushed after being rebuked and secretly gave Jeans a wink: Hurry up and find me a way out!

The Butler, who was watching the show, forced a smile. "Young Master, Argus is an experienced man after all. There must be some special meaning behind his actions!"

"Yes." Argus straightened his back immediately and gave Jeans an approving look. "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable."

"No, no!"

Jeans nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This is all experience. After all, he's been Butler for so many years, he still knows how to lay out the steps.

"Really?" Aaron asked, half-believing. "Does it have any special meaning?"

If you don't explain clearly, I'll feel like you're trying to fool me.

After a long silence under Argus Aaron's mocking gaze, he pondered and said, "No matter how much energy you pour into garbage, you can't change its nature."

Aaron paused for a moment, then turned to look at the broken sword slowly sinking in the furnace, as if he had figured something out.

After a moment's hesitation, he bent down and threw the first half of the sword tip into the hole as well.

"Ancestor, I apologize to you."

But I'm not that fragile; you can tell me directly.

Argus was stunned for a moment, somewhat disbelieving that he had gotten away with it so easily.

"Cough cough!"

Jeans coughed, then snapped out of his reverie and adopted a wise air, saying, "If I told you directly, you probably wouldn't remember it."

Aaron nodded, reluctantly agreeing with this statement.

The first work in the series, "Sacrifice to Heaven," is absolutely unforgettable and will stay with you until the day you die.

"So what should I do next?" Aaron asked. "Forge the second weapon in the human race?"

"Not for now," Argus said thoughtfully. "Think carefully about the mistakes and shortcomings in the forging of your first sword, and it would be best to compile a report for me."

Once you've confirmed there are no flaws, you can try forging the sword using rare metals.

"Young Master, it's time for your next class," Jeans reminded him somewhat cautiously. "Classroom number nineteen."

Aaron shrugged, picked up Abei, and opened the nineteenth Secret Chamber.

After the man and the dragon left, Argus and Jeans exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Argus Arg, you're not usually like this!" Jeans said, somewhat annoyed.

"Sigh! You know me. As a master blacksmith, I can't stand seeing my apprentice smugly admiring a shoddy product in front of me."

If it were you, could you have tolerated it?

"But that was, after all, the young master's first finished product, and it was made with ordinary materials." Jeans spoke up for Aaron. That sword was indeed not very good in the eyes of a blacksmith like Argus, but it was barely considered a high-grade sword in the Muggle world.

"So what?" Argus retorted. "He's going to forge Divine Artifact in the future, and the difficulty of forging Divine Artifact is incomparable to that of an ordinary artifact."

If he can't even bear to part with an ordinary sword, he'll likely suffer a severe psychological trauma if he fails to forge Divine Artifact in the future.

Most importantly, the sword wasn't real to begin with.

Jeans opened his mouth, only to find himself speechless.

Compared to these figures who have existed for thousands of years, his only advantage is... he's still alive.

Upon entering the nineteenth Secret Chamber, Aaron skillfully placed his hand on the black stone pillar, summoning the ancestral memories within.

"Long time no see, little Aaron." A carefree Chinese man rubbed his eyes. "Although this course isn't very important, that bastard Jeans only assigned me a few classes."

I can't believe he dared to Flor to intimidate me; he's really gotten himself into a bad mood.

As soon as Jeans walked in and heard these words, a bitter smile crept onto his lips.

The things other teachers teach are always applicable, but don't you have any idea what you're teaching?

"You, it's you! You actually dare to come here?"

"Master Gesta," Jeans said, mustering his courage, "Please believe me, the timetable was carefully considered and spent a great deal of time finalizing."

All of this is for the young master's growth; I have no selfish motives whatsoever, and the family has also agreed.

"I know, but I'm still annoyed," Gustave said coldly. "Is driving lessons really that worthless?"

Jeans and Aaron exchanged a glance, speechless.

This course is of great significance to Muggle, but it's really of little value to Warlock.

A weaker player can travel the world with a broom, and at a decent speed; a richer player can travel the world on a bicycle, maximizing both comfort and excitement; a stronger player can travel the world with a magic spell, and nothing is more convenient than Apparition.

"Hmph!" Gusta snorted. "Judging from the way you two are, I can tell you're not taking this course seriously."

"Um... Ancestor, to be honest, I personally feel that this course wasn't very helpful to me."

"Superficial," Gusta said dismissively. "I don't deny that Warlock ' methods are beyond the reach of Muggle, but times are changing, and there are things that Warlock can learn from Muggle."

Aaron nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Then what should I learn?"

By then, I had already learned to ride horses, bicycles, motorcycles, and cars.

What about now? We can't exactly learn to ride Fantastic Beasts!

Abei's ears twitched, and he instantly transformed into a three-meter-tall dragon, white steam billowing from his nostrils.

"Wow!" Gusta was surprised for a moment. "I've seen plenty of dragons, but this is the first time I've ever seen one this magnificent."

"You're so lucky! Just imagine how awesome it would be to bring that dragon out!"

Abei proudly raised his neck and let out a roar to the sky.

Aaron immediately rolled his eyes at it, Abei awkwardly returned to its original state.

"Ancestor, please tell me what I should learn this time!"

"Hmm..." Gusta stroked his chin, his amused gaze lingering on Jeans for a few seconds before turning to Aaron. "He should have taught you how to use Muggle weapons by now!"

What does it matter?

"It's very important," Gustave said. "This time, let's learn something different."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Secret Chamber turned into a plain.

Tanks, armored vehicles, helicopters, and fighter jets were lined up in a row.

"Hiss!"

Aaron gasped and instinctively took a step back.

Jeans wasn't much better. He thought the third stage of training for the young master was already outrageous enough, but compared to this, it was just child's play.

"Don't tell me you don't know either." Aaron looked at Jeans's surprised expression, somewhat incredulous.

"I only know that this course is about driving, but I don't know much about it in detail," Jeans said nervously. "When my son came here, he only learned to ride horses and drive cars; he didn't learn any of these things."

"That's because those two things are enough for him," Gustave laughed. "But his son is exceptionally gifted and deserves to have access to more things."

Aaron's lips twitched slightly; he couldn't even remember how many times he had felt heartbroken over his lack of talent.

However, magical talent doesn't seem to have anything to do with these weapons!

"Want to give it a try?" Gusta coaxed. "This is a man's romance!"

"Hehe! Can I say no?"

"Of course you can, you have that right, after all, you may never need these things in your life."

Aaron immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let's forget about it!"

You'd better think this through!

I don't need you to be an expert in guqin making; just understanding the principles and being able to perform basic guqin control is enough.

"Come on! I know my own limitations. These Sickle much more complicated than cars," Aaron said. "Besides, I'm Warlock. Even in war, I don't need these things. Give me enough time, and I can destroy a city in one go."

"Hahaha..." Gusta laughed and patted Aaron on the shoulder. "Honestly, I totally understand you. If I were in your shoes, I definitely wouldn't waste my time on this course."

However, little Aaron, I must tell you that your understanding limits your imagination.

I am your ancestor. Your relatives in this world know what I went through. If they think these things have no meaning for you, do you think you can still look at them?

So tell me, will you study or not?

Aaron was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded, "Learn."

"Speak louder," Gustav said, pointing to a row of vehicles. "Speak like a soldier."

"Study!"

"Very good, I feel your determination," Gusta said with satisfaction, then looked at the somewhat dumbfounded Jeans, "What are you still standing here for?"

"Don't you know that my classroom is off-limits to unauthorized personnel?"

Jeans:...