“Master, you don't look too well. Are you sick?”

Watson inquired, concerned because the astrologer was covering his face and not saying anything.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Master, as the most knowledgeable mage in the kingdom, you should know a lot of healing spells! Don't worry; as long as you teach me two platinum-tier healing spells, I can fuse them and improve them. I can guarantee that you'll be cured.”

Various young people's voices could be heard. The Watsons dived from the sky one by one. Some of them looked at the astrologer with worried eyes, while others were asking the astrologer for new spells. The scene was spectacular, with more than ten different Watsons standing together.

“So many Young Master Watsons have appeared. I really want to touch them.”

Capella, who Watson had summoned, was standing in front of the castle as she looked at the group of Watsons. Her eyes gleamed, and when she saw a relatively younger Watson from the past, whose cheeks were even cuter than that moment, she almost could not stop herself from rus.h.i.+ng forward.

“What kind of monster is that guy?”

The Demoness Bandit Gang leaders sighed at the spell that Watson had cast. l.u.s.t said, “If there were more clones, we could have formed an army by ourselves.”

One Watson was already at platinum-tier. What did it mean to have more than ten Watsons?

“The real monster should be the astrologer. Watson only learned the astrologer's magic,” Wrath said with raised eyebrows.

“He could instantly master a platinum-tier spell; his talent is very shocking,” Greed said with a sigh.

When she saw Watson's strength, she felt like the wheels of history were spinning rapidly. The kingdom was about to usher in a new era.

When Pride died, she was a little sad. After all, they had been companions for many years. Then, she could only rejoice that it was Pride who had died, and not her. She was glad that she did not continue to follow Pride and stayed in Blackmoon Castle.

“Lord Astrologer is too strong. That is the first time I've seen such a spell.”

“I've never heard of a spell that can replicate oneself. Such a spell is too convenient. Not only can we attack the enemy, but we can also send our clones to do different things! Other than Lord Astrologer, I don't think anyone else in the world can create a spell like that.”

The people from the Mage Guild and the North Wind mercenary group also joined in with their praises.

If he had created the spell, it would not matter if he accepted the praise. That spell, however, was not taught to Watson by him; instead, it was created by Watson.

Due to his pride, the astrologer did not refute them directly. Instead, he coughed and said, “Alright, let's not talk about it anymore! Watson, you should also put away the spell.”

Watson should dispel the spell soon; the astrologer's health had deteriorated over the years as an elderly man who had lived for hundreds of years. Watson had already surprised him several times that day. He was afraid he would have a heart attack if he were stimulated any further.

The astrologer wondered if Watson had any problems understanding him when he taught him magic. He gave the young boy some pointers to show off his abilities and leave the impression of a respected good teacher in front of everyone, but Watson did not need him to learn magic at all.

He had initially planned to train Watson to become an elite who could surpa.s.s him in a few years. However, it looked like Watson could learn all of his skills in a few days. He was the most knowledgeable mage in the kingdom. It would be too embarra.s.sing if he could not teach his disciple anything else.

He wanted to maintain his dignity as a master, so he had to slow down the speed at which he taught Watson magic or teach something with greater difficulty. He did not believe that Watson could learn everything so quickly. The astrologer made up his mind.

Usually, masters would despise stupid disciples. However, he was afraid that his disciple would learn too quickly and that he would not be able to teach them anymore. In the entire kingdom, he was the only master like that.

Whoos.h.!.+

At that moment, Watson obeyed the astrologer and waved his hand to disperse the River of History Projection around him. The other Watsons turned into streams of light and disappeared into the river of history that gradually disappeared into the sky. The sky returned to its calm state; it became blue.

“Watson, even though you have mastered the two spells that you learned today and have advanced to a higher level, you are not yet proficient in them. You have to become more proficient in using the two spells this week. I will teach you a new spell next week. Do you understand?” the astrologer said pretentiously.

His initial expectation was to teach Watson two spells a week. That way, he would only need to teach a hundred spells in a year. That would be enough to last him for a few years.

“Don't worry, Master. I won't let you down.” Watson nodded with a cute expression.

If it were someone else who said that, he would not have believed it. Watson knew he could master spells that were fused by the system, but the astrologer had said differently, so he believed it. Perhaps the astrologer knew that there were flaws when he cast the fused spell.

As predicted, relying solely on the system was insufficient. He still had to put in a lot of effort. Watson clenched his fists and made a decision.

The astrologer wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he realized that Watson did not discover his true thoughts, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“Alright, Watson, you just went through a battle, and now you've learned two high-tier spells. You're only a child, and you must be exhausted. Go back and rest.”

“No, Master, it's not over yet.”

Watson's expression became somber when he heard that. He turned to look at the remaining men from the Mage Guild and said, “I haven't dealt with those people yet.”

When confronted with Watson's gaze, the Mage Guild members' expressions changed one by one. They had become quite unsightly.

The astrologer looked like he would definitely take Watson as his disciple. They were not surprised. After they saw Watson's amazing performance, if they were the astrologer, they would also take Watson as their disciple.

“Young Master Watson, I surrender. Just like what I said earlier, do you still lack a mount?” The North Wind mercenary group leader, Ron, was the first to kneel on the ground, his face full of flattery.

“Oh? Did you not say that you want Master to kill me?” Watson's expression was cold.

'Who could have known that the astrologer did not kill you and even became your Master?'

Ron cursed in his heart, but on the surface, he still pretended to be humble. “That was all a joke. I like to joke the most! How could you take those words seriously? Don't you think so, Young Master Watson?”

“Unfortunately, I don't like to joke. Do you have any last words?”

“I was wrong. I was wrong, Young Master Watson. Please let me go! I have an 80-year-old mother and a few children. There are still dozens of people in the North Wind mercenary group waiting for my salary. If you can let me go, I'm willing to be your slave.”

Ron began to wail; he could not stop the regret in his heart. If he had known that that would happen, he would not have turned to the astrologer's side when he saw that the old man had defeated Watson. As a result, he had to jump and beg for mercy in front of Watson repeatedly. He might not even save his face, let alone his life.