indianbanksassociation Chapter 211, Section 210: Fairy Tales and Those Who Pursue Fairy Tales
Chapter 211, Section 210: Fairy Tales and Those Who Pursue Fairy Tales
Chapter 211, Section 210: Fairy Tales and Those Who Pursue Fairy Tales
Morgan's magical talent is indeed remarkable.
Despite being a beginner in magic, she was not stumped by spells like the Avada Kedavra curse. She mastered this powerful dark magic in just a few hours of practice.
Ian certainly played a part, but Morgan Jr.'s extraordinary talent and innate love of hunting from a young age easily transformed into the necessary conditions for the Killing Curse.
"This is truly amazing." Little Morgan looked down at the rabbit she had killed with magic. Instead of being flustered, she was slightly excited in front of the cold corpse.
The true nature of a bad woman has already begun to show.
"Remember, don't let your killing intent control you, but rather you control your own killing intent. This is very important; it's a crucial standard for judging whether a wizard controls dark magic or is controlled by it."
Ian also gave a timely reminder, since not everyone can be like him, naturally immune to all the side effects of casting dark magic.
"Okay, I've got it."
Little Morgan appeared unusually well-behaved.
It's obvious without even guessing that it's a bad kid in disguise.
Ian looked at the mound of earth where little Morgan had buried dozens of "wizards," and then at little Morgan who seemed to have had more to say. He felt that it was still early and he might be able to give some more instruction.
"You've already mastered the Killing Curse," Ian said calmly, his hands behind his back. "Now, I'm going to teach you another spell—it's a tradition of our school."
His gaze fell upon the dozen or so mounds of earth, as he tried to promote his self-created magic, which had gone unappreciated at Hogwarts. Perhaps the advantage of having apprentices was the ability to shape their aesthetic appreciation of magic.
"Uh-huh!"
Little Morgan's eyes widened, filled with curiosity and excitement, her cheeks flushed slightly with emotion. Hearing Ian's words, the young witch nodded vigorously.
"I want to learn! I want to inherit the tradition! What kind of magic is it? Is it also black magic?" Her curly hair swayed in the wind, and her tone was childlike.
"Strictly speaking, it can indeed be considered black magic, but compared to ordinary magic, this type of magic is more morally reprehensible and often has the characteristic of bringing harm to one's family."
"Well, this is a new category of magic that I've created; perhaps it should be called Nine Clans Magic," Ian said confidently, feeling somewhat like he was establishing his own school of thought.
"Nine Clans Magic?"
Morgan looked somewhat bewildered upon hearing this.
"Yes, this kind of magic is all about not using it at all, but when it does, it brings disaster to one's ancestors and descendants. Just like the killing curse from earlier, I have already explored the path of tracing bloodlines."
"But that's not the kind of magic you can learn right now. You'll have to wait until you're my age to learn it. The magic I'm going to teach you now is beginner-level Nine Clans magic."
The twelve-year-old wizard raised his hand and gently waved his wand. As he did so, the soil in the graveyard began to loosen, and a pale hand emerged from the ground, followed by a second, a third... Dozens of corpses crawled out of the graves and stood swaying in front of them.
Morgan's eyes widened, and she instinctively took a step back. Ian, however, paid no heed and continued waving his wand. Suddenly, the corpses began to writhe, their movements gradually becoming fluid from stiff, even acquiring a strange rhythm. Their arms waved, their legs crossed, as if they were performing a bizarre dance.
"Magic to control corpses?"
Morgan swallowed hard, feeling disgusted by the rotting corpses. After all, she had personally ordered them to be buried, and she was worried that these bodies might still remember the hatred they had harbored in life.
of course.
Such worries are completely unnecessary.
The corpses are just corpses; they have no souls and cannot possibly retain any memories. No matter how miserable their deaths were, they can still dance with great joy under Ian's control.
"This is an advanced version of the Corpse Control Spell—the Dance Spell. It can not only make corpses move, but also grants you superb control over them, allowing you to do things that the normal Corpse Control Spell cannot."
Ian explained his version of advanced magic.
"Like dancing?"
Morgan seemed to understand something.
Looking at the dozens of corpses dancing different dances, she could roughly sense how meticulous Ian's control over them was. Such control would be extremely effective in combat. Dozens of warriors who knew no fear, no fatigue, and no pain—that was a formidable fighting force.
"More than that. The power of this spell lies in the fact that it is not merely a simple manipulation of corpses, but an ultimate application and control over human nature."
Ian seemed to be showing off his magic.
Before Morgan could even ask a question...
He was already controlling dozens of corpses to make different sounds.
"Ah! Mom! Mom! I'm in so much pain!"
"Hug me! Darling! Hug me!"
"Sister! Brother! Where are you! Can you see my head?"
……
The voices were all different, shrill and tragic, mixed with chilling wails, making Morgan's scalp tingle. He finally understood what it meant to control human nature.
She couldn't even imagine how much such a method would weaken a person's willpower if used on the enemy's ancestral graves, making the enemy see their parents and ancestors wailing like this.
It's practically mental pollution! An ordinary person would probably have their mindset completely broken! Sure enough, his teacher was a genuine master of black magic, the kind of wizard who couldn't be more evil—Morgan was deeply shocked and gained a profound understanding of the traditions of his school. It seemed that being evil was the defining characteristic of his own school.
"That's amazing!"
The young witch exclaimed in amazement.
The little wizard has finally found someone who knows his stuff.
Not everyone can appreciate his dark magic art.
"I can see that this magic is very powerful, you are very powerful too!" Ian happily flattered Morgan, and then began to teach him the Dancing Spell in great detail.
He already had his own little classroom, making him perfectly capable of teaching young wizards. Moreover, little Morgan's talent far surpassed that of his classmates.
soon.
More than an hour later.
Morgan can easily control a corpse. Although he can't dance as smoothly as Ian's corpse, he can make the corpse do the moonwalk under Ian's guidance.
Such results.
Morgan was both excited and filled with a sense of accomplishment. She even lost her initial resistance to the rotting corpses and complained that the legs of the corpse she was controlling were too short. She even took legs from other corpses and attached them to the corpse she was controlling. If Ian hadn't stopped her, she would have gouged out the eyes of other corpses and stuck them all on the same face.
"We're controlling corpses, not creating Cthulhu..." Ian looked at the young witch who seemed to have had more to say. He knew that this girl was definitely a witch born to immerse herself in this kind of research.
She truly lived up to her reputation as a wicked woman from childhood.
"What is Cthulhu?" Morgan, whose knowledge had been exposed, showed a thirst for knowledge, her eyes shining as she stared at Ian in front of her.
"Um, well, wait for me, I need to deal with some trouble first." Ian carefully chose his words as he walked to a tree and stomped hard into the shade.
"what!"
Screams came from the shadows under the trees.
You stepped on my tail!
The sound was both panicked and pained. A twisted shadow was at Ian's feet, trying to break free, but was firmly pinned to the ground by Ian's foot.
"Hiding to the side and spying, you were quite discreet. If the sun hadn't moved several times and you hadn't remained completely still, I would have almost never noticed that someone was spying on me... a sect secret technique."
Ian looked down at the shadow beneath his feet in surprise. He could sense that the shadow was just a kind of magic, but he could feel the breath of life within this magic.
Has the magic come to life?
Or is there some creature hiding in a magical disguise and protection? Faced with the unknown, the young wizard showed curiosity, and he crouched down and grabbed the shadow in the tree.
He grabbed a dark, bubble-like object in his hand. The shadow had no temperature, but Ian couldn't tell what kind of magic it was.
The shadow was twisting and turning.
Ian simply squeezed it into a ball and slapped it hard on the ground a few times.
The creatures within immediately let out terrified screams.
"This shouldn't be happening! You shouldn't be able to touch me!" The struggling shadow was shocked, and after several unsuccessful attempts, it suddenly let out an incredulous exclamation.
"Under normal circumstances, this kind of magical wrapping would indeed put you in a state between existence and non-existence. However, it's your fate to encounter a wizard like me who is your natural counter."
Ian also saw something; he was right. With paradoxical authority, the "Schrödinger's state" had absolutely no effect on him.
"Let me go! Let me leave! I meant no harm! I was just passing by... Yes! Just passing by!" The shadow begged frantically, completely taken aback by the situation. Now held captive by the wicked little wizard, it was in a passive position and would never dare to reveal the task the Duke had given it.
"Sorry for peeking into my secret technique. What's it called again? Let me think... Right, it's called 'You've Already Found Your Way to Death.'" After studying it for a while, Ian tried to peel back the shadow in his hand to see what was hidden inside. His common-sense behavior immediately caused the shadow to scream.
"No! You can't do that! I have a powerful background and influence! I have connections in high places! You're definitely trying to provoke a powerful force you can't afford to offend!"
The shadows were trying to frighten the little wizard.
Coincidentally.
The little wizard is least afraid of being intimidated.
He's not even from this era. Once he finds the time converter, he can just pack up and leave. What does the most powerful force in this era have to do with someone from over a thousand years in the future?
Moreover.
"Sorry, you have connections, but I... I don't have anyone above me anymore." Ian wasn't being arrogant again; as a legendary wizard, there really wasn't anyone more powerful than him above him.
The movements of his hands never stopped.
At this moment, Morgan Jr. also joined in.
"What is this?"
She seemed unaware of this thing that had been by her side since childhood. Perhaps the other party's disguise was indeed very well concealed, and even Ian wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been observant.
"Anyway, it's not anything respectable." As Ian responded, he continued to peel back the layers of the shadowy shell, which was like an onion, layer after layer.
"I am a good person! A good person! Protected by a great god! The embodiment of a story! The protagonist of a fairy tale! Destined to spread love and peace throughout the world!"
Although the creature in the shadows was still flustered, it continued to vehemently refute Ian's opinion of it, and its series of self-introductions left Morgan utterly astonished.
"A protagonist from a fairy tale?"
She was somewhat surprised.
Ian is the same.
"Um?"
The young wizard was immediately intrigued. He knew that many fairy tales had indeed existed, but it was truly unexpected that he would encounter such things again in the world of living people.
"How can you prove it?"
Ian paused what he was doing.
This gave the life in the shadows a slight sigh of relief.
"Have you heard the story of the tortoise and the hare?" it asked Ian in a low voice, as if to explain its identity and prove to Ian that it was indeed a remarkable being.
"Hmm, the tortoise and the hare had a race, and the hare lost to the tortoise, right? You're saying you're the tortoise in this story?" Ian guessed, looking at the other person's difficult-to-peel shell.
"No."
Life in the shadows responded.
"So you're a rabbit?"
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This is Morgan's interjection and speculation.
But it also earned it the same negative response of life in the shadows.
"I'm not a rabbit, I didn't participate in this competition."
Its voice was a little hoarse.
"Are you messing with us?"
Upon hearing this, Ian raised an eyebrow and immediately began peeling away the other's outer shell again. This action immediately made the other panic and beg for mercy.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! I'm the big bad wolf who watched the tortoise and the hare race from the sidelines... You must have heard my story; I'm the one Little Red Riding Hood beat up from a young age!"
It hurriedly explained its identity.
"..."
Ian was speechless.
This was quite different from the fairy tales he'd heard. Besides, the Big Bad Wolf was the Big Bad Wolf; why bring up the tortoise and the hare race? Was he ashamed to admit his own life of being chased and beaten by Little Red Riding Hood?
I don't believe it.
He still felt that the thing in the shadows was deceiving him. How could the characters in a fairy tale become so bizarre? The thing inside should be something extremely evil.
"I really am the Big Bad Wolf! I have the identification Cinderella gave me!" The shadow trembled violently, as if the life inside was also trembling.
"You can't expose me to the world, otherwise..." it began fiercely, but before it could finish speaking, it was suddenly interrupted by an uninvited guest.
"Excuse me, could you please give me what you have in your hand? I've been searching for them for a long time." The voice was as clear and pure as a mountain stream flowing through the valley.
His tone was gentle and polite, giving one a feeling of warmth and comfort. Then, a figure slowly emerged from the forest, dressed in a snow-white robe, smiling softly in the sunlight.
His steps were light and silent, as if he were walking on an invisible path. The sunlight seemed to favor him, gilding him with a faint golden glow.
"Um?"
Ian looked at the other person's face. Above the high bridge of the nose were a pair of deep eyes, the pupils of which seemed to contain the light of stars, and sometimes shimmered with a silvery light.
This is a man with outstanding looks, standing over 1.8 meters tall. His handsome face exudes a gentle charm, and one could even say that he is just as good-looking as Ian.
This made the young wizard feel that it looked somewhat familiar.
"wizard?"
Morgan quietly hid behind Ian.
"Yes, wizards, I think so too." The newcomer glanced at the corpses still standing in place, his gaze unwavering, before turning to stare at Ian's hand.
"Rest assured, I respect the lineage of any wizard. What attracted me here was not the corpse, but the mystery hidden in history represented by the object in your hands."
The man's voice was gentle, with a captivating magnetism.
Just at this time.
"Quick! Run! Run! Take me and Morgan with you!" The shadow suddenly let out a sharp, explosive cry, the sound not only terrified but also carrying a trembling fear.
"Are you afraid of him but not me?"
The young wizard could clearly feel the fear of the shadows.
The shadow did not respond.
The man in the white robe smiled gently.
"I think it's understandable that it's afraid of me." His hands were long and fair, with slender fingers that seemed to have never been touched by dust, and a powerful force was faintly emanating from his body.
"It was impolite of me not to reveal my identity to you both. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Merlin Ambrose... a wizard who may have some fame." The man's gentle voice seemed to carry a profound power, and the name he uttered was indeed quite impressive.
"What!?"
Upon hearing this, Morgan's pupils constricted sharply, revealing an expression of disbelief and horror. She grabbed Ian's sleeve, her emotions clearly churning violently.
after all.
In terms of power.
The legendary wizard before her was loyal to the opposite side of her family.
"Exciting!" Ian couldn't help but widen his eyes. Whether the person in the shadows was the Big Bad Wolf from the fairy tale was unknown, but the person in front of him was definitely a living legend.
No one dares to impersonate the Wizard King in this era.
"Now, can you hand over what you have in your hands? Of course, I will also pay you a fair reward, and you can ask me any questions you may have about magic."
"Just ask, and I'll impart all the knowledge you need to you," Merlin said gently. He was clearly putting on airs, but he certainly had the right to do so.
Just as Ian was about to speak...
"Teacher... I still have gems the size of a human head! Three of them!" Morgan suddenly pulled out all the gold coins and precious jewelry he had on him and stuffed them directly into Ian's pocket.
"what?"
The young wizard was somewhat surprised.
Turning my head, I saw Morgan's expectant eyes.
at this time.
Silence speaks louder than words.
He could hear in his ears what he'd said last night—"Gold coins in hand, Merlin is done for." It seemed his new apprentice had really taken his casual boast seriously!
"Three gems the size of a human head?"
Ian swallowed hard.
He swore.
The wand really did fly into his hand on its own.
"Let's make a bet."
The young wizard looked up at the legend before him.
"Oh?"
Merlin looked at the young wizard with great interest.
"Want to challenge me, young man?" Merlin saw the wand in Ian's hand and chuckled as he spoke, his eyes narrowing into slits, clearly harboring a mischievous motive.
"I need a time converter."
Ian found himself a plausible excuse.
gem?
Just doing it on a whim.
He always makes sure he wins twice, a win-win situation, so that he's guaranteed at least one victory.
"A time converter, huh... Hmm, I can tell you're not a local." Merlin raised an eyebrow, quite interested in someone who dared to challenge him.
"no problem."
He gave a definite response.
"Dare to challenge the legends of the world, that courage is enough to make you a future..." Merlin looked at the little guy in front of him, and he was just about to express his appreciation for Ian.
however.
next moment.
He then sensed an overwhelming surge of magical power emanating from Ian.
And that unique power that belongs to legend.
Holy crap!
Merlin's hand trembled.
This wizard always prided himself on becoming a legend in his twenties.
At this moment... I'm truly stunned.
(End of this chapter)