Chapter 111 The Little White Rabbit in the Eyes of Wolves

Aaron looked at the next door, and the darkness inside made him shudder.

"Um... I feel sick in my stomach, can I go back first?"

"What do you think?" Sarkes said playfully, "If you can't avoid it, you have to face it calmly."

"In fact, in addition to facing it, there is also a way to escape." Aaron said very seriously.

Sarkes was stunned for a moment, then laughed and gave Aaron a thumbs up.

"Good idea, I thought so too.

But in the end you will find that you can't escape, and you will definitely regret it in the future."

Aaron hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and dragged his body to the next door.

"Lord Sarkes, the young master... will he be okay!" Jins asked with some concern.

"No, he has already gone ahead of many people. If he can't even bear this little pressure, it would be disappointing.

In addition, you are really incompetent. Even this child..." Sarkes paused here, "Forget it, this is also his ability.

In short, as long as this guy doesn't die halfway, his future achievements will never be low, and he may even be able to squeeze into the top three in the family history."

Jinns was very excited when he heard this, but he was also a little nervous at the same time.

He and the current patriarch and the patriarch of the previous generation, that is, Aaron's father and grandfather, had discussed it before, and felt that Aaron's talent could only enter the top 50 at most.

Although this term sounds only above average, it is already remarkable compared to other wizard families, but I never expected that the surprise would come so suddenly.

What is the concept of the top three? Excellence is beyond doubt, but the top three heirs of the Gaius family are all at the level of magic gods, which is far from being summarized by the word "excellent".

"I understand, and I will do my best to assist the young master in the future." Jins promised solemnly, and then looked at Sarkes with hesitation, "This matter is quite big, the head of the family and the old head of the family..."

"Keep it secret for now! Don't tell anyone within a year.

I'm an experienced person, and the feeling of being highly expected by others is really not good."

"I understand."

Jins nodded and bowed to leave.

The next secret room is the botanical garden. After Jins entered, Aaron had summoned the memory of his ancestor Lant, and it seemed that they were having a good chat.

"Jins." Lant waved his hand, "Bring Aaron to me every two days in the future, for forty-five minutes each time, understand?"

"Yes! Lord Lant."

Lant nodded, took Aaron to the back of the botanical garden, and personally sent him to the next secret room.

The sixth room is a huge library, twice as large as Hogwarts.

But Aaron did not sigh at all. He walked to the middle of the library skillfully and placed his hand on the rising black stone pillar.

After the figure appeared, Aaron was not in the mood to learn about the story of this ancestor. He just bowed politely.

"Ancestor, I will not say much. Those who understand will understand.

I am not interested in these books, so... please forgive the impulse of the unworthy descendants."

Aaron gritted his teeth and said, then walked to the next door by himself.

Genes wiped the cold sweat from his head awkwardly, "I am very sorry, the young master..."

"No need to explain, I understand.

This child is not easy. Compared with other subjects, my subject is really not that important.

How about this! You should arrange this course for him to study by himself. When he wants to relax, he can come over at any time."

"Relax, relax?"

Genes looked at the endless bookshelves, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Why, is it not possible?

Reading can cultivate one's sentiments. I won't teach him any advanced magic, but I can solve all his questions. Books have answers to all questions."

"Yes!"

Coming to the next secret room, Aaron wanted to imitate the previous one, that is, to show anger, salute respectfully, express his opinion, and then apologize sincerely.

In this way, perhaps he can take the initiative to a certain extent, or at least reduce the class time.

But there is nothing in this secret room, and the door is also open. Instead, the walls, floors, and ceilings are painted with various magic circles.

After a careful feeling, I just feel happy and relaxed.

"Master, you're walking too fast. I almost couldn't catch up with you." Jins laughed and then explained, "It's obvious that this ancestor is proficient in magic arrays.

By the way, the defensive array in the castle is his work.

It's just that he has a weird temper."

"Oh!"

After hearing this, Aaron also became interested in this ancestor. After all, the one who can design a defensive array to block the Holy Mage is definitely more cost-effective than the previous ones.

As he pressed his palm on the black stone pillar, all the magic circles lit up almost at the same time and began to operate slowly, and the room suddenly became colorful.

"Hey! Excellent junior." An old man with white hair suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, staring at Aaron with interest, "Are you interested in learning magic circles from me?"

"Lord Weihet, you..."

"Shut up, I'm asking him."

Jinns nodded weakly and kept silent.

"If I say I'm not interested, will you stop teaching me?" Aaron asked.

"No, you are interested." Weihet smiled, "I carved a magic circle in the black pillar, and several conditions must be met to summon me.

One, Gaius's bloodline; two, excellent talent; three, he is willing.

Your father and grandfather have been here, but they are not even qualified to summon me."

Aaron heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then bowed respectfully, "Teacher."

"Not bad!" Weihet smiled with satisfaction, "Jinns, two hours a day, you know how to arrange it."

"Yes!"

Weihet waved his hand, and a magic circle on the wall suddenly rotated.

Before the two of them could react, they entered the next secret room.

"The temper is quite strange." Aaron said with a smile, and then looked at this secret room full of various fitness equipment and various unknown solutions, and reluctantly pressed his palm on the black stone pillar.

A puff of smoke flashed by, and a muscular young man looked at Aaron with amusement, "Not bad, I am very satisfied with this student."

"Uh... that ancestor." Aaron looked a little unnatural, "I haven't decided whether to learn from you? After all, I am really not interested in fitness."

"Vulgar! Is this fitness? This is physical strengthening.

As long as you are willing to endure hardships, I have a way to strengthen your physical fitness to the human limit. Close combat is the shortcoming of wizards, but in fact, the body is.

According to my method, even if you are stabbed through the heart in the future, you will not die immediately, and you can even survive in the fierce "Hold on for half an hour longer in the battle."

Aaron's mouth twitched fiercely, and then waved his hand, "When I learn to forge magic weapons from the ancestors of Arge, I will equip myself with a set of armor first."

"After all, it is an external object.

And what you learned is not just strengthening the body, but the corresponding knowledge. In the future, as long as there are enough resources, you can continue to evolve."

"Well... I thought about it carefully, and I'd better forget it."

Aaron walked to the next secret room on his own. The Gaius family is not short of money and can rely on technological equipment. There is no need to use their own bodies to mutate.

"Stop, you are still ungrateful even though I am thinking about you.

You have no right to refuse, you should know this!"

Aaron couldn't help but stop, and then he remembered that these ancestors had their own handles.

He looked at Genes with a bitter face, but the other shook his head and gave Aaron a helpless look, then took out the small notebook, "My lord, please arrange it."

"Just come once every three days, the time can be longer or shorter, depending on the specific situation."

"Isn't this... a bit too hasty."

"Tell others that I said it, they will understand."

"Yes!"

"Okay, don't waste time, the time before tomorrow still belongs to you."

Aaron and Genes looked at each other and immediately walked towards the next secret room.

After a familiar process, it was the tenth room, then the eleventh room, the twelfth room... until the twenty-eighth room.

They came back at noon, and after learning sword for a while, they began to visit the family's secret rooms, a total of twenty-eight rooms, and visited until dark.

But Aaron did not avoid any of the twenty-eight teachers. Every time he summoned their memories, he would be greeted with a playful look.

Under such gazes, he could not hide any secrets at all and could only passively accept their arrangements.

Aaron's pressure would increase every time. After twenty-eight times, he vaguely felt like a little white rabbit in the eyes of a pack of wolves, weak, helpless, and naive.

The last course was psychology. This patriarch was born with supernatural powers and could read other people's hearts. From his special perspective, he could clearly see the black lines emanating from Aaron.

However, this was not a prelude to blackening, but a kind of emotion of despair and decline, which was particularly negative.