As a Rule Wizard, Rule Wizard Hulton was left in an utterly embarrassed state by the lowest-level Fireball cast by his disciple Bernie. It was indeed rather amusing to everyone present.
Of course, Frankenstein was not included among them. His face, hidden beneath his hood, showed no change at all. His mental power remained alert to his surroundings, ready to protect Abel at any moment.
"Bernie, what staff are you holding? How did it enhance Fireball so greatly?" Rule Wizard Hulton asked, looking at the staff in Bernie's hand.
"Teacher, are you saying that my Fireball just now was because of this staff?" Bernie asked incredulously, staring at the staff in his hand.
He was not completely ignorant. As the young master of a Dwarf race commercial family on the Holy Continent, he knew quite a bit about advanced equipment used by wizards, such as staffs. Yet there were no patterns on the staff in his hand. How could the staff be the reason?
But he also knew that it was impossible for him to cast Fireball instantly. The only possible explanation was the staff Abel had just given him.
He activated Fireball again. The Fireball spell pattern appeared instantly, followed by the Fireball itself. This time, he did not aim at Rule Wizard Hulton, but fired at a tree nearby.
With a boom, the tree burst into flames.
He was now certain that his Fireball had been strengthened by this inconspicuous staff. Otherwise, his attack would have left no more than a charred hole in the trunk.
"Bernie, that's my purple-gold tree!" Rule Wizard Hulton roared.
Only then did Bernie remember that the tree he had just aimed at was a purple-gold tree his teacher, Rule Wizard Hulton, had specially moved from far away. It was his teacher's favorite