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[Start of the chapter]
The dispute among the four Master Sorcerers ultimately ended with Baron Mordo winning out.
First, he was the disciple the Ancient One had taught the longest, so his strength was naturally the greatest.
Second, he was good at teaching apprentices.
The other Master Sorcerers naturally couldn't out-argue Baron Mordo.
So in the end, they decided that Baron Mordo would be the one to teach Karl.
Once the decision was made, there was nothing more to say. The next day, Baron Mordo told Aldrich to bring him to meet Karl.
Actually, Baron Mordo had only seen Karl once before.
Everything about Karl's reputation was something he'd heard.
As for how talented Karl was, that too was something he'd only heard about—he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
But Baron Mordo was a smart man.
Think about it.
Even Kaecilius, who was always calm, had started wanting to take Karl as a disciple.
Even if Karl wasn't as exaggerated as the rumors said, he was definitely extraordinary. Taking him under his wing would be a sure profit no matter what.
Who wouldn't want such a genius disciple?
So the next day, Baron Mordo impatiently had Aldrich lead them to Karl.
Thus, when Aldrich brought Baron Mordo over, Karl was extremely surprised as well.
"Master Sorcerer-sama. Aldrich-sensei."
"Sensei, why did you bring a Master Sorcerer over?"
Karl asked.
"Ahem, it's like this."
"I think you're a genius, kid, so I specially went and asked Master Sorcerer Mordo to come teach you personally."
"That way you can develop even better."
Aldrich spoke with a face full of emotion.
Hearing that, Karl felt a bit moved.
Aldrich really was treating him well.
Over there, Baron Mordo couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
So Kamar-Taj even had shameless talents like this.
Clearly it was because you couldn't teach him!
And you're dressing it up like this.
Learned it.
Baron Mordo learned it on the spot.
So he spoke in a profound, unfathomable tone.
"I also cherish talent. I want to teach you personally. Karl, what do you think?"
"If I'm the one teaching you, aside from the Ancient One-sama's secret arts, I can teach you any magic in Kamar-Taj."
Baron Mordo said proudly.
As the number one beneath the Ancient One-sama, he had the right to be proud.
Karl, however, looked toward Aldrich.
If he was going to take a new master, Aldrich had to agree.
That was basic decency.
"Karl, there's no need for that. Just agree."
"A Master Sorcerer teaching you—this is a rare opportunity."
Aldrich said with great satisfaction.
"Since Master Sorcerer-sama has said so, I naturally won't be ungrateful."
"Please guide me from now on, Master Sorcerer-sama."
Karl said modestly.
Hearing Karl agree so easily, Baron Mordo almost laughed out loud.
A genius like this as a disciple—what sorcerer in Kamar-Taj wouldn't want that?
This was practically a gift falling from the heavens!
Baron Mordo pinched himself hard in the back to keep calm, then said blandly,
"Come. Follow me to the Mirror Dimension. Let me see how your fundamentals are—"
With that, Baron Mordo swiped his hand, the doorway to the Mirror Dimension opened, and the three of them stepped inside.
"Karl, how's your basic magic coming along?"
Baron Mordo asked kindly.
"Reporting to Master Sorcerer-sama, I've got a decent grasp of basic magic."
Karl answered humbly.
He truly felt his grasp of basic magic was only so-so.
Whether compared to the Ancient One-sama or compared to the various Master Sorcerers, he was still inferior at the moment.
That was only natural.
How long had other sorcerers trained?
Don't be fooled by Baron Mordo and the others looking like middle-aged men in their thirties or forties.
In reality, Baron Mordo was at least seventy or eighty.
They'd practiced basic magic for decades. Karl had only learned for one year.
Naturally, he didn't think he could compare yet.
Still—
Give it some time, and he'd definitely crush these sorcerers with ease. Even the Ancient One-sama, Karl wouldn't fear.
But Baron Mordo didn't know that.
He really thought Karl's mastery was nothing special.
After all, he'd never seen Karl fight.
So a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Come, demonstrate for me. That way I can give you a bit of guidance."
Baron Mordo said with great self-confidence.
"Then please instruct me, Master Sorcerer-sama."
Karl nodded and walked off to the side.
As he spoke, he closed his eyes.
In the next instant, vast mental power condensed.
A Magical Shield appeared directly in his hand.
Baron Mordo nodded to himself.
Not bad, not bad.
The magical energy was stable, the structure was reasonable—very good.
But in the next moment—
Baron Mordo's expression stopped holding together.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Several sounds rang out.
The Magical Shield in Karl's hand became two, two became four, and in the blink of an eye it became thirty-two Magical Shields, floating in the air.
Baron Mordo: ???
What the hell?
A Magical Shield can be played like this?!
How did you solve the interference problem between shields?!
Baron Mordo pinched himself hard, sucked in a cold breath, and only then managed to keep his expression from collapsing.
And it wasn't over. Karl spoke again.
"Master Sorcerer-sama, I'm going to make a move now."
Baron Mordo: ??
What?!
That just now didn't count as making a move?!
Before he could even finish being shocked, Karl made his move.
The thirty-two shields in his hands fused together wildly, forming one incomparably gigantic Tao Mandala.
Karl didn't waste words.
He directly hurled that gigantic Tao Mandala outward.
BOOM!!
A mushroom cloud shot straight into the sky.
It was like a small nuclear explosion.
The small mushroom cloud dyed the sky red.
"Master Sorcerer-sama, I cast it a bit late. Can you give me some guidance?"
Karl looked at Baron Mordo with eager eyes.
Baron Mordo felt a stab in his chest.
Damn it!
How was he supposed to guide this? What was there to guide?!
Even his own Tao Mandalas weren't at this level!
After all, who would train basic magic like some lunatic?
Basic magic was meant for laying a foundation. They were obviously going to cultivate higher-level magic later!
Karl just hadn't realized that.
He thought everyone was like him, practicing basic magic every day.
That was why his foundation was unbelievably solid—so solid that even the Ancient One-sama back then might not have matched it.
Baron Mordo instantly froze on the spot.
His face stiffened.
He had assumed that since Karl hadn't been in magic for long, his fundamentals would be nothing special—just "decent."
But you call this "decent"?!
Does the Ancient One-sama even have this kind of level?!
Is this kid a monster?!
In such a short time, basic magic reached this level—
Were Master Sorcerers like him even allowed to live?
For a moment, Baron Mordo truly had the urge to cry.
(End of Chapter)
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