Ding, Your Golden Finger is Online

At the top floor of the Department of Lore, in the Lord's residence, Brishisan began questioning his entire existence.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

Why does this kid have 108 Magic Circuits?

A mirror stood in the room, displaying Li Mo's current appearance.

Brishisan's body trembled slightly as he stared fixedly at Li Mo in the mirror. Unable to contain his turbulent emotions any longer, he said, "Where exactly did this kid come from?

He knows absolutely nothing about the common sense of Magi, yet he can speak so knowledgeably about high-level secrets that even I don't know.

And now he has 108 Magic Circuits?"

Even compared to Lorelei, the current head of the Bartholomello family, the difference between their numbers was like heaven and earth!

But Lorelei was already a once-in-several-centuries genius in the history of Magi!

Something was very wrong here!

It was easy to imagine that once Li Mo had properly stabilized the magical energy within his body, he would definitely reach the level of a Magician.

No, perhaps even higher!

Because even Magicians had never possessed Magic Circuits at such a level, according to the Clock Tower's records!

Brishisan lowered his head and vigorously rubbed at his loose strands of hair. "I just can't figure it out... Where did this kid pop out from?"

He really couldn't figure it out!

If he had truly been trained by some major force, there was no way they would have neglected to teach him the basic knowledge of Magi when he was practically an adult, right?

A rare talent like "Average One" alone would have been worth cultivating at any cost.

Not to mention the Magic Circuits in his body. Even ordinary Magus bloodlines had the means to test their number during childhood.

No force would choose not to nurture such a genius and simply cast him out to fend for himself.

And what force could possibly know so much hidden, high-level information behind the scenes?

The Holy Church? The Wandering Sea? The Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles?

Brishisan shook his head and muttered, "No, the things Li Mo said are far too shocking. Those organizations definitely wouldn't know about them."

How could they know about Merlin living in Avalon, Solomon's corpse being parasitized by Demon God Pillars, or the two great Counter Forces?

The Clock Tower was currently the largest organization of Magi!

Suddenly, Brishisan's eyes lit up, as though he had thought of something. He muttered, "Could it be that organization in the East?

An Easterner who knows so much... That might line up..."

But Li Mo had previously been an ordinary person. That alone already disproved those guesses, didn't it?

Brishisan violently shook his head and sighed. "No, no. That organization in the East emphasizes training in this area from childhood. There's no way Li Mo came from there either!"

Having failed to reach an answer, Brishisan first looked somewhat discouraged, then seemed to come to terms with it and smiled. "Forget it. Every Magus has their own secrets. No matter where he came from before, at least now and in the future, he is Brishisan's disciple!"

That's right, Brishisan's disciple!

He may know a lot, but as long as he doesn't want to say it, who would dare force him!

"Heh heh," Brishisan chuckled smugly. Though I've never taken in a student before, I do have quite the air of a teacher.

Still, he did call me Father before...

Should I reconsider?

The next day, at the Department of Lore.

"Ahhh!!!!!"

The first thing Li Mo saw when he opened his eyes after waking up was Brishisan bent over at his bedside, staring at him with a blissful expression, god knew what he was thinking about!

Why did he take me as his disciple? Why is he indulging me so much?

This is Britain!

Li Mo reached behind himself and covered his rear, staring at Brishisan with a face full of terror as he roared, "You pervert, Brishisan! I won't let you have your way!"

Brishisan froze. He slowly straightened up, looking at Li Mo in confusion. "What are you talking about? I was just waiting for you to wake up..."

This kid seemed to have misunderstood something?

Hmph, it has nothing to do with me, Brishisan!

Li Mo only grew angrier, leaning his upper body forward as he roared, "That makes you even more of a pervert!

Who stands by someone else's bed and stares at them just to wait for them to wake up?!"

Right, that did seem to be how it worked...

Brishisan found it difficult to lower the hand he had raised. He gave an awkward laugh. "Hehehe, I just wanted to find out your number of Magic Circuits sooner."

Brat, I obviously already know, yet I'm still giving you this chance to show off. Aren't you touched?

Li Mo remained tense, his face full of suspicion. "Really? You're sure it's not because of my handsome face?"

"Pfft." Brishisan nearly choked to death. Raising a hand as if to strike him, he feigned anger. "What kind of person do you take me for?! I'm a Lord of the Clock Tower!

And take a good look in the mirror yourself. Where exactly does that face of yours look handsome?!"

Li Mo swallowed. "You really just wanted to find out how many Magic Circuits I have sooner?"

At that, Brishisan couldn't help but smack Li Mo on the head. "What else would it be? Isn't it perfectly normal for a master to care about his disciple?"

"Uh..." Li Mo frantically shook his head. "Master Brishisan, just care normally from now on. Forget about stuff like coming over early in the morning to watch me get out of bed!"

Brishisan's face reddened, and he couldn't help rubbing his nose.

How did I pick up this habit from this brat?

Brishisan shook his head and said, "Hurry up. Just how many Magic Circuits do you have?"

Li Mo nodded, pulled the blanket around himself, and said, "108. Master Brishisan, do you think that's enough for me to study magecraft?"

Enough! More than enough!

With that number, you could even study the Six Great Magecrafts!

The little man in Brishisan's heart screamed wildly, but his expression remained composed as he calmly replied, "It's enough. And the number is quite good—higher than mine, even."

That's right, higher than mine. Higher than anyone's!

Good thing I spent all night preparing myself mentally. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to speak to you this calmly!

Li Mo froze, then asked hesitantly, "How many do you have, Master?"

Brishisan remained calm. "Thirty-six. An average level among Lords."

Li Mo's jaw nearly dropped. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak, his body trembling as he stared fixedly at Brishisan.

Brishisan was trembling too, but after all, he had been a Lord for decades. Along with having an entire night to adjust, it was not too obvious at this moment.

"Remember to set up a bounded field when you practice in the future. And no matter who asks, never tell anyone how many Magic Circuits you have."

Li Mo nodded vigorously. "Got it, Master. I won't tell anyone!"

108 Magic Circuits—even the average among Lords was only 36!

In a daze, Li Mo seemed to hear a pleasant voice:

Ding, your Golden Finger is now online!