Medea was undoubtedly very intelligent. In the original story, she had seen through the Holy Grail's true nature even as a Heroic Spirit, then began plotting for it. Her planning and scheming abilities were by no means lacking.
But calling her simple-minded was equally accurate—a typical case of high IQ and low EQ.
After Xu Yue casually teased her, her anger showed plainly on her face.
However, Xu Yue had not crossed the line far enough to make her turn hostile. Aside from her unpleasant expression, she showed no inclination to slack off in protest.
She first examined the refinement workshop before her in detail, coming to understand the inherent advantages of this streamlined assembly-line operation, as well as once again recognizing the current state of mystery vanishing from the modern world.
"It's unbelievable. Even under these circumstances, a Magus like you can still exist."
Medea had already calmed down from being teased earlier. She stared at Xu Yue for a long time, unable to speak.
The gap between the present age and the Age of Gods was truly enormous. The mysteries once within arm's reach, the phenomena where myths and legends unfolded right beside people—those had all completely vanished.
Modern Magi even had to avoid ordinary people in order to ensure that mystery would not continue to fade away!
If Xu Yue casually drawing out the Great Source before had merely made Medea take him seriously, then now she had no choice but to admit that, in terms of magical talent, he truly far surpassed her.
It was hard to imagine what achievements someone like him would have attained if he had lived in the Age of Gods.
"If I'm not mistaken, you already possess the ability to reach the Root. Why do you still need the Holy Grail?"