After hearing about the sorcery Charles had mastered so far, Aiden was already dumbfounded. He said to Charles, "No, Junior Brother Charles, if I remember correctly, you only advanced to a third-ring wizard a few years ago, didn't you?"
"How do you know so many third-ring spells?"
Charles immediately smiled. "Senior Brother, you know me. I have quite a talent when it comes to learning sorcery."
"Some of these spells were given to me by Sage Webster, some by my teacher, and some I acquired bit by bit myself. Although I only advanced a few years ago, I've never stopped learning."
"Senior Brother Aiden, you've been fighting in planar campaigns. You may genuinely have spent less time learning sorcery than I have."
Hearing that explanation, Aiden smacked his lips, truly at a loss for words.
That was far too crushing.
He had become a third-ring wizard decades before Charles, yet aside from having somewhat more mana and a little more spiritual power, he knew fewer spells than Charles.
He had spent those decades living like a dog.
Anderson was also pleasantly surprised. He had originally thought that Charles might not even be able to learn all the spells he had given him within these two years.
Yet he had not expected Charles to learn them so quickly, with more besides.
He laughed heartily. "Hahaha!"
"It seems our chances of success will rise quite a bit this time!"
Next, they began discussing how they would fight once the battle began.
How these spells should coordinate with one another, and how they could unleash the greatest possible combat power.
Before the battle began, they spent nearly another month nearby honing their coordination before finally preparing to begin the hunt.
For this battle, Anderson had prepared many things. He handed several scrolls