Old Neil gave Lynch a satisfied look.
Very good. This child really did have a poor memory, but he was diligent. He had stayed up studying every night lately, and even for such simple ritual magic, Lynch had taken out a notebook to record it.
Unlike that fellow Klein. Relying on his good memory, he had only remembered to take notes after seeing that Lynch was nearly done writing.
Sigh, perhaps that was the difference between hard work and intelligence.
But Roselle's story of the tortoise and the hare told everyone that intelligence was sometimes not as important as hard work.
Even though Lynch's memory was exceptionally bad.
Old Neil gave Lynch a sympathetic look. Poor lad. He should have chosen the Mystery Pryer Pathway back then; he definitely would not have had to struggle so much.
But when he thought of his current situation, he still let out a sigh.
Though he desperately wanted to resurrect his fiancée, he was not a fool. He could sense that he was heading toward an abyss. He ought to cut his losses in time.
He simply could not let go of that hope.
If he could not bring her back to life, then he would go and keep her company!
Old Neil pressed his lips together. When he raised his head, he saw the worried look in Lynch's eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Old Neil muttered.
"I just feel like you're not very happy. Tell me about it. Don't tell me you're too lonely? How about I find you an old companion?"
Lynch asked eagerly.
Old Neil: ...
Get lost!
"Alright, you look much better now. I was joking. If you're really too lonely, you can come find me! I'm alone too. You tutor me, and I'll play