Evan snapped out of his shock, his voice still holding boundless regret.
In his eyes, Eric was absolutely a rare magical genius. If only he were an Elf, the tribe would surely have another powerful magic caster in the future.
After witnessing Eric's talent firsthand, Evan was convinced that he could absolutely become a magic caster, perhaps even a grand magic caster might appear on this continent again...
Unfortunately, such high magical talent had fallen upon a beastman, and in this place, there was no mentor of sufficient caliber to guide him.
Evan looked at Eric with a complex gaze. He still held some of his race's inherent reservations in his heart, but faced with such a good seedling, he truly couldn't bear to watch him waste his god-given talent.
"This is giving me a headache too." Eric sighed:
"Because I don't even know which element I'm most compatible with."
Evan froze, looking at Eric with an expression of utter disbelief.
