Eat My Blue Silver Bind!

In the council hall of Solomon Fortress, an elderly man with half-white hair, clad in heavy full-body armor, looked at Isaac with complicated eyes. Though he had long since received the letter Caesar had written and had even prepared a gift for him, seeing Isaac in person still stirred complicated feelings in the old man's heart.

To be fair, the old man had not wanted Isaac to become a wizard—especially not a Legendary Wizard!

Because the wife he had loved most deeply had died in childbirth after being cursed by a Legendary Wizard, suffering a difficult labor while giving birth to Isaac. It had also left Isaac terribly frail. He had exhausted every means available merely to preserve Isaac's life, unable even to improve his condition further.

But that did not matter much, because the old man had never truly expected anything of Isaac. As long as he could live out his life safely and peacefully, the old man would be content.

Legendary Wizards were indeed powerful, but every step they took was like walking a tightrope; one misstep, and they would be doomed beyond redemption!

But Isaac was now already a Legendary Wizard, so there was little he could say. The child had made his choice, and as his father, all he could do was support him.

"Here. This is your gift for becoming a wizard. May you recover soon." The old man took a silver box from beside him, a faint smile appearing on his face as he handed it to Isaac.

"Thank you, Father." Isaac raised his brows slightly, stepped forward to accept the silver box, and opened it. Inside was a fifty-centimeter wand.

"Give it a try," the old man said with a smile.

Isaac nodded. The instant he took the wand from the box and poured magic into it, information about it surfaced in his mind. This was... a Treasure Tool?!

Isaac turned the crimson wand over in his hand in astonishment. This was actually a Treasure Tool?

Treasure Tools were an extremely special kind of Magic Item, distinguished by their incredible abilities and astonishing potential for growth.

There were two kinds of Treasure Tools. One kind could form after a Legendary Wizard's death, when the legend they had carried possessed a certain chance of condensing into some sort of artifact. This artifact would possess every ability of that legend and could even grow stronger as its new wielder grew stronger. The other kind was an artificially made Treasure Tool, created by fixing a certain spell onto special materials. Once successfully fixed, it could instantly cast that spell by consuming the user's magic power, and it possessed growth potential as well.

It was difficult to say which of the two was superior. The former possessed greater possibilities and was naturally wrought by heaven itself, while the latter was more practical but carried a faint air of craftsmanship, its abilities generally limited to those fixed ones.

But regardless of the kind, they were all exceedingly precious!

Because these were things one could truly use for an entire lifetime!

After his brief surprise, Isaac swiftly calmed himself. He stroked the wand, then carefully sensed the three release Magic Spells emanating from within it once more.

"Summon a few rats."

"Riiip—"

Under the old man's shocked gaze, a savage demonic claw drilled out from the back of Isaac's head. The serrated maw in its palm let out a roar toward Rat on Isaac's shoulder.

"Haah..." Seeing the shocked look on his father's face, Caesar could not help rubbing his forehead. This feeling...

He understood it!

The first time he had seen Hamon crawl out from the back of Isaac's head, he had nearly been scared half to death. Especially since its entrance was accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing apart!

"Squeak, squeak~" Rat rubbed his two little paws together, and a strange ripple spread outward.

"Hmm? An Aspect?!" The old man's eyes abruptly turned into vertical pupils as he stared fixedly at the rat on Isaac's shoulder. A streak of golden light flowed through his eyes.

"This is Isaac's research result: a Divine Species that has condensed an Aspect. And this Divine Species was cultivated by Isaac himself from scratch." Cheryl, noticing her father's change, explained at just the right moment.

The old man nodded, his vertical pupils returning to normal. It was worth mentioning that throughout the entire process, not a single trace of the old man's aura had leaked out.

This was a habit he had developed since Isaac's birth. Back when Isaac had been physically weak, he could not even withstand a gust of wind, much less the old man's terrifying aura. Thus, in Isaac's presence, he had grown accustomed to restraining his power and aura at all times.

A moment later, seven rats crawled out from the corners and lined up in a neat row.

"Mm." Isaac nodded in satisfaction at the sight. Then, the wand in his hand suddenly pointed at three of the rats as he called out, "Devour them! Silver Moon Vine!"

Boom!

Magic light gathered in an instant. Three vines shot fiercely from the tip of the wand, flying at tremendous speed toward the three rats and binding them. Then spikes emerged from the vines and pierced into the rats' bodies. An eerie green flash swept through the room, leaving only a pile of gray fur and withered bones behind.

"Hiss!!!"

Isaac sucked in a sharp breath. This Blue Silver Bind was a little too fierce!

Silver Moon Vine was the wand's name. At present, it possessed three spells corresponding to three different Magic Spells: [Devour them! Silver Moon Vine!], [Strangle them! Silver Moon Vine!], and [Bind them! Silver Moon Vine!]. They respectively corresponded to magical attacks, physical attacks, and control effects.

The vines' strength was determined by the wielder's maximum magic power, and one did not need to pour in all of one's magic power to attain that level of strength.

All in all, it was extremely practical. Moreover, the Magic Spells upon it were not set in stone. As Isaac grew stronger, the wand's Magic Spells would also become more suited to Isaac's spell system.

Because [Silver Moon Vine] was not an artificially made Treasure Tool and possessed immense evolutionary potential.

However, to truly become the master of [Silver Moon Vine], Isaac would still need to conduct a ritual to bind it to himself. Otherwise, he could only use these three basic abilities.

"It seems you like it. That's good." The old man smiled faintly.

"Mm. Thank you, Father." Isaac gave a slight bow, then wisely stepped aside. Next, it was Second Brother's turn.

Sure enough, once Isaac stepped back, the old man's gaze turned toward Second Brother Remington.

Remington's body trembled slightly. With his head lowered, he walked forward and silently knelt down. From his father's eyes, he could sense that his plans had been completely exposed...

Of course. Everything he possessed now had been bestowed by his father. His father could permit him to make a few small moves, but some things were absolutely not to be touched.

For example, Collusion with the enemy. For example... allowing the Goblins to run rampant...

Especially the latter, which had directly endangered Isaac's safety. Though with Smith protecting him, danger was unlikely to occur, unlikely was still not impossible!

These two matters were absolute taboos in his father's eyes!

Caesar, watching Remington kneeling on the ground, felt a trace of heartache flash through his eyes. He wanted to step forward and plead for him, but the moment he lifted his foot, a stern look from the old man forced him back.

Within the household, the old man's authority was still immense. Even Isaac, the most favored child, did not dare speak carelessly when the old man was serious.

Even with all his aura restrained, there were some things he could not restrain. After all, the old man before them was the Empire's Sword Saint, the man known as [Mad Lion]—Gaia Solomon!