Morrow waved his hand and untied the little spells that had been cast on the people, while his face was filled with joy.

Even Leon mischievously went to ask him, what extraordinary means, Morrow did not hold anger, but enthusiastically explained to him the world of wizards.

“The bondage and forbidden boundary spells I used against you just now is a kind of primary witchcraft.”

“The so-called witchcraft is a mysterious system constructed by combining one's own talent and knowledge structure.

And of those who master witchcraft they are called…

Wizards.”

When Morrow uttered the word wizard, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Angel's heart, there was sudden force majeure that was pus.h.i.+ng him, pus.h.i.+ng him towards unknown lands.

That far, far away place, called truth.

The faith that wizards pursued all their lives.

Once this feeling arose, it was hard to vanquish.

Angel did not know why he had suddenly came up with the idea of exploring the unknown, was it not that the three values, which had been taught by his mentor for more than a decade, were beckoning to him?

On a whim or at a whim?

Angel did not know, but instead of suppressing the desire in his heart, he folded this thought and placed it in the box of his mind, waiting for the day for it be opened.

Morrow really was truly happy to see that the people around him are full of curiosity and wors.h.i.+p, coupled with the fact that his two grandchildren are about to become wizard apprentices, he no longer had to hide.

Telling everyone the truth and explaining to everyone about the culture and system of the wizard world.

Wizard,

It's just a collective name for a group of talented people.

But not every talent can be a wizard.

Even Morrow himself, cannot be called a wizard, and can only be reluctantly called a wizard apprentice.

If we make a statistical a.n.a.lysis of the wizard community, 99% of them are wizard apprentices, and less than 1% of these talented people can successfully break through the wall and be promoted to wizards who pursue truth and practice to reach their self-worth.

From this simple and crude data, we can see how difficult traveling the road of a wizard is.

In the course of Morrow's explanation, they also talked about the place where they are now stepping on, the Old Land.

The term Old Land is basically a joke to the wizards of the mainland.

Only wizards born from here would call it “Old Land”.

Other wizards call it another name: Edge Island.

The true world is far away from here, and the Old Land is too big for those who live in it and enough for those to walk for the rest of their lives.

But for wizards with their eyes in thousands of places, this place can only be regarded as a ‘not small' island.

As for why Edge Island got its namesake, it is not because it is on the edge, but because the elemental magic in the air is so scarce, so it is obviously not very cost-effective for wizards to spend more effort to absorb the lazy elements here.

So, basically, this place is referred to as dead by elemental wizards, and the extraordinary people who once lived on this island have withdrawn from here, just calling this place Edge Island.

Of course, in the vast system of wizards, only a small number of wizards with refined elemental magic do not have to evacuate at all from Edge Island.

But in fact, for wizards, no matter what kind of system you refine, there will be some element magic more or less.

Therefore, if there is a better location on the mainland, there is no need to stay on Edge Island.

The meaning of the edge is actually a place marginalized by wizards.

“This time, I was only going to take Allen and Irene back to the mainland's White Coral Floating Island College, but I didn't expect to break through to high-ranking sorcerer apprentice halfway through the trip, thanks to Viscount Pat.”

Morrow smiled and stroked his white beard dragging it to his chest, and said with a smile in his eyes, “If Viscount Pat has any trouble before I leave, you can talk to me.

It's hard to find what I am unable to do in the old lands.”

Morrow's words, obviously are in return for the kindness and opportunity brought by the morning dew after the rain, it can also be understood as “harvesting the grain earlier.”

Leon was still intoxicated with the splendor of the Wizard's world, and for a moment he was unable to react, until count Eaton opened his mouth.

Eaton said: “I hear you are leaving for Watford next month.

For the official completion of the Viscount's succession ceremony.

The Pat family had been garrisoned by the sea and continues to provide supplies to the frontline camps, making great contribution to the knights against Hailen, and if the king knew, you would no longer have to go to Waterford.”

Of course you don't have to go to Waterford, as long as the Monne family says, not to mention the hereditary viscount, the hereditary count is fine! “

It was for Morrow's personal kindness, Eaton said, apparently to get rid of Morrow's personal need to give back and replaced by the Monne family's promise.

If Leon had agreed to Eaton's words, Morrow's debt would have been written off.

Young as Leon was, he was not confused.

No matter how powerful the Monne family was, they were still a mortal family of the Canary Empire; Morrow, even if he was only a single individual, stood behind another magnificent fantasy world.

Leon would naturally not choose Eaton's proposal.

Leon thought for a moment, and was about to speak, only to find that Angel, beside him, gently hit him with his leg under the table.

He looked sideways and saw Angel with a look of desire to speak on.

Leon knew it, so he said to Morrow, “The morning dew after the rain is actually my brother's. Let Angel decide.”

As soon as he said this, Eaton raised his eyebrows and looked deeply into his eyes.

It is always said that the two brothers of the Pat family are at odds with one other, and it seems that this is just a rumor.

To be able to give such a big opportunity to Angel, we can see how much love Leon holds for Angel.

Now that Leon has spoken, Eaton is not as talkative.

At this time, the eyes were no longer focused on Leon, but on Angel, who had been silent this whole time.

Watched by five pairs of eyes, Angel showed no signs of stage fright.

Aristocratic demeanor, coupled with his mentor's teachings from another world of Chinese gentlemanly style, Angel not only looked peaceful, even holding a warm temperament.

“When it comes to worry, I don't know what's worries my brother, but myself.

There are two real worries.

One worry is a little bigger, hovering at the bottom of my heart for a long time; the other worry is smaller, just inborn, which can also be ignored.”

Angel looked at Morrow. “If Sir Morrow can help me with my big worry, we don't have to mention the little one.”

Morrow asked: “Tell me, what is your big worry?”

When Leon transferred the right to speak to Angel, Morrow was actually very happy.

A young man who grew up in a greenhouse, what worry can he speak of, such as looking at certain young ladies and daring to not express his love and so on.

He felt that this was more of a great annoyance, and outsiders began to feel there was no need to worry.

Leon sighed from the bottom of his heart, and when Angel spoke of the great worry, he already knew what Angel was going to say next.

It seemed that Angel had decided to apply the favor to Jon.

Sure enough, Angel said bluntly, “The big worry I'm talking about is about my mentor, Jon, who was incidentally taken in by my father 20 years ago and has been teaching me ever since, but lately my mentor's health has gone from bad to worse.”