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The hall was silent.

Veins suddenly bulged on the forehead of Xue Yan, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

To everyone else, the suppressed rage seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

"Mr. Cross, I believe Lord Xue Yan carries his truly valuable items with him. There probably isn't anything important in his room, so why don't you take me there?"

Cross looked at Xue Yan, not daring to move a single step.

Who knew if helping Jonathan now would lead to Xue Yan making things difficult for him in the future?

"This..."

"Don't worry, he won't do anything to you. Look at him, he doesn't even dare to move, just like a wooden statue."

Xue Yan's face turned even darker.

"Not only are you threatening me, but you're also mocking me!"

"Who gave you the courage?!"

"It's... never mind, even if I told you, you wouldn't know them."

Jonathan thought for a moment, "However, there is someone you definitely know: Lord Hesai!"

Xue Yan's expression shifted, "Don't think that just because you bring up the Old Instructor's name, I will admit defeat!"

"Whether you admit defeat or not is up to you. Regardless, I am definitely going to take a look at your room. I am very curious about what kind of strange things a top-tier assassin like Lord Xue Yan would collect."

"Perhaps I'll make new discoveries. I've heard that the stronger one is, the more peculiar their habits become—take Lord Hesai, for example!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll make you regret this!"

"With Lord Hesai backing me, I'm not afraid."

"Heh, you think I'll believe that?"

"Lord Xue Yan, if you don't believe me, you can ask my father. Lord Hesai promised me that once I reach the level of a seventh-rank warrior, he will come to instruct me personally!"

Xue Yan looked at Abraham, and Abraham nodded.

"Mr. Cross, if you don't take me, I'll just go and search room by room myself. If I accidentally discover your little secrets, heh heh, don't blame me for making them public."

"Don't!" Cross panicked. He looked at Xue Yan, signaling with his eyes: My lord, please be magnanimous and don't hold a grudge against a child.

Everyone has their own privacy they don't want others to know about.

Xue Yan sighed, "I never expected that after killing countless people, I would be bested by a nine-year-old child!"

"If this got out, my peers would laugh at me!"

"You win!" He said to Abraham, "Is this really your brat?"

"I raised him, so I suppose so."

Jonathan chuckled, then bowed, "I have offended you, Lord Xue Yan. Please forgive this boy's rudeness. You are a great man and wouldn't hold a grudge against a child, would you?"

"Hmph, in the future, never force the organization to issue a kill order on you, otherwise I will be the first one to hunt you down!"

Jonathan remained unfazed.

Xue Yan continued, "From now on, come to me twice a month, and I will instruct you with all my might."

"I say what I mean, and I will do it."

"But how much you learn depends on your own comprehension!"

Comprehension?

My soul is naturally powerful, and having undergone three transformations, my mental strength far exceeds that of my peers; my comprehension shouldn't be bad either.

Jonathan didn't dare to guarantee it, though. After all, for the past few years, he had only focused on physical training and practicing battle qi—these were skills built up over time, and he hadn't yet encountered things that truly required deep insight.

"Many thanks, Lord Xue Yan!"

Xue Yan waved his hand, "I'm tired. Everyone, leave."

Cross saw the two off. On the way, he whispered to Jonathan, "You are quite bold for a child. Lord Xue Yan is renowned within the Saber, and the number of people who have died by his hand is countless."

"His Assassination Art is ranked in the top three within the organization for anyone below the Saint Realm. It has reached the pinnacle of perfection. I suspect that apart from the Old Instructor, no one else dares to claim their Assassination Art surpasses his."

"Even I was terrified by you just now."

Jonathan smiled, "If I didn't do that, how could I force a person of his stature to teach me?"

Cross couldn't help but give Jonathan a thumbs up, "You're impressive!"

"Abraham, with a son like this, you'll be able to enjoy your life in the future!"

After leaving the area, the two returned to the Land Hotel and ran into Ford at the door.

"Jonathan, Uncle Abraham, where did you go?"

Jonathan said, "My father and I went to walk around Black Phoenix City. Since we'll be living here for a long time, we wanted to get familiar with it."

Ford said with an expression of admiration, "Jonathan, you're so smart. Why didn't I think of that?"

"I'm going to go find my father and walk around too."

"What about you two?"

"We're a bit tired, so we're heading back to our rooms to rest."

Early the next morning.

The two families set off for Ulada Magic Academy, which was located in a mountainous forest area over twenty li west of Black Phoenix City, covering a vast expanse of several dozen li in radius.

In terms of scale, it was even larger than Ernst Academy.

Jonathan suspected that the Dark Church had built it this way on purpose.

Unfortunately, despite its size, its reputation still couldn't compare to Ernst Academy.

Outside the academy lay an open, hilly region, convenient for noble figures to park their carriages when passing through.

Inside, there were restaurants, clothing stores, bars, and everything else one could need.

Unless they had special requirements, students of the magic academy could live entirely within the academy grounds.

There were actually quite a few people who did just that.

As the group arrived at the gates of Ulada Academy and saw the entrance, which was dozens of feet wide, Ford and his father couldn't help but exclaim in awe.

"It's truly magnificent."

Above the gate stood a massive crescent-shaped structure adorned with various mysterious magic runes; Jonathan guessed it was likely a large-scale magic array capable of shielding the entire magic academy.

Abraham and Jonathan both remained indifferent, appearing quite calm. The former had decades of experience as an assassin, while the latter had seen descriptions of structures in the higher planes that spanned dozens of li.

Naturally, neither was going to be amazed by a mere academy gate.

The area in front of the gate was quite lively at the moment, with many staff members present, as well as teenagers holding black letters and identification documents, all in the process of enrolling.

Abraham took a look, handed his pack to Jonathan, and said, "Go on. From now on, you'll have to rely on your own efforts."

Jonathan nodded heavily. "I will never forget all the teachings you've given me."

"Once I become a powerhouse, I'll make sure you live in comfort!"

Abraham smiled slightly, his eyes beginning to moisten. "The wind is a bit strong today. I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself."

He didn't dare look at Jonathan, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Ford's father also gave him a few words of advice. Seeing their reluctance to part, Jonathan walked over to join the queue.

Seeing this, Ford hurriedly ended his conversation. "Father, I'm going to line up too. I'll come back to see you and Mother during the holidays."

"Mm."

Watching Ford follow closely behind Jonathan, Ford's father felt deeply moved. He wanted to find Abraham to chat, but after looking around, he couldn't find a trace of him.

"He left quite quickly."

Shaking his head, he headed toward Black Phoenix City, intending to hire a carriage for the journey home.

"Jonathan, look, there are really a lot of people here!"

Jonathan offered a word of caution. "Don't underestimate the geniuses of this continent; this is only a fraction of them. Remember to be careful with your words and actions—this place is not like your town."

"Although the academy has its rules, they aren't without loopholes."

"The way you talk about it, it sounds like a den of dragons and tigers. But thank you, I'll keep it in mind."

"I really hope we get assigned to the same dormitory."

Jonathan silently rolled his eyes. I certainly don't want to live with a chatterbox.

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