As the saying went, a statement had to be shocking enough to make people drop dead.
Witch Morgan's words were like the toll of a muffled great bell, exploding in the Young Wizard's mind. His expression gradually shifted from astonishment to incredulous uncertainty.
"You mean the pile of bones that signed that contract with me was actually a god?" Ian's incredulous voice was filled with indescribable shock.
He had thought his imagination was wild enough. He had assumed the Black-Robed Skeleton might be a Legend, but who could have imagined that reality could sometimes be even stranger and more absurd than imagination!
"What else could it be? Have you ever seen your teacher casually strolling around the mortal world? If even I can't do it, do you think other Legends can cross the boundary between life and death?"
Morgan let out a cold laugh.
Her words did seem to make some sense.
"True enough. I boiled it for so long, and it never got osteoporosis. At a glance, you could tell it wasn't normal human bone." Ian always managed to find arguments that left people speechless.
"..."
Even Morgan did not know how to respond. Honestly, she did not even dare imagine what Ian wanted human bone broth for. Even the most evil Dark Wizards she knew did not have such tastes.
"The contract between you lasts ten thousand years, correct?" Morgan chose to change the subject. The information she had learned through Ariana's "unstable" messages was not particularly detailed.
She only roughly knew what sort of incident Ian had encountered.
Yes, an incident.
Snatching someone from Death's hands... Ian's return had been so swift that it exceeded the Legendary Witch's expectations. At the same time, it allowed her to clearly discern two things.
First.
The authority this Young Wizard