"Great Mage, promise one thing, and we’ll move past this. You won’t have to worry about cauliflower growing all over you." Ian raised his eyebrow and decided to speak decisively.
rlin was stunned for a mont, his brows slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of caution in his eyes.
"What request?"
He asked in a low voice, with a trace of wariness in his tone.
Ian looked at rlin, understanding that his vigilance wasn’t just because they t two thousand years ago, but also because rlin suspected he was the legendary "Raven."
This was the mystery Ian wanted to unravel.
"I need to know everything you know about the ’Raven’." Ian stared into rlin’s eyes and spoke slowly, feeling an inexplicable intuition.
Understanding the relationship between himself and the Raven was crucial.
"Is that so..." rlin was initially stunned by this request, but then the look of caution on his face slightly eased. He breathed a sigh of relief and cast a thoughtful gaze upon Ian.
"It seems you really don’t know anything."
rlin seed to be lost in thought.
Just as the Little Wizard was about to speak up.
"Alright! Let’s sign a contract then." rlin suddenly proposed, with caution still lingering in his eyes and a hint of prudence in his tone.
"Hmm? At Hogwarts, everyone knows I’m a gentleman. You’re guarding against a gentleman? I’m not the type who doesn’t keep his word." Ian felt misunderstood by rlin.
In response.
rlin simply chuckled.
"Last ti, the person who got tricked by carelessness while signing a contract was , not you." Ian was helpless, encountering soone even more obsessed with contracts than himself.
"Hmm."
rlin smiled but remained silent.
Instead of using contract magic, he took out an ancient parchnt from his robe, writing the contents of the contract in the most traditional way imaginable.
This thod was indeed steady.
rlin was even more ticulous and cautious than the first ti he signed a contract with Ian, as if fearing Ian might exploit loopholes in the contract. Even after writing the parchnt, he repeatedly checked it several tis for any potential flaws.
"..."
Ian wasn’t particularly disturbed.
He just inexplicably felt as if he had been seized by his weak spot.
"You’re really cautious." Ian watched rlin’s actions and couldn’t help feeling speechless, unsure of what kind of image he had in rlin’s mind.
rlin didn’t respond, only continuing to ticulously check the contents of the contract. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction, handing the parchnt to Ian. Ian took the parchnt, read it thoroughly, and upon confirming there were no issues, signed his na, thus bringing the ancient contract into effect.
"Such a contract can no longer be seen now." Ian felt the power and constraint of the contract, imbued with so divine spirit, acknowledging that nothing like this exists in the current era.
"You should learn about how generous I am. I’d even treat you first and charge later. Do you distrust soone as reliable as ?" Ian said as he waved his magic wand.
The next mont.
The magic toxin inside rlin instantly vanished.
"Hmm?"
rlin felt the magic that had been troubling him dissipate—previously, all toxins applied by Ian were actually viruses and bacteria transford by Ian’s magic through long-term Transformation Technique, which is why rlin struggled to remove them. After all, Ian’s magic was far more unique than ordinary legends.
"You..." rlin raised his head in disbelief, feeling the way the virus disappeared inside him. His gaze towards the Little Wizard beca quite peculiar—the Wizard King seed to realize only at this mont that the chronic ailnt troubling him was actually the result of Transformation Technique.
In truth, it wasn’t rlin’s lack of discernnt, but he truly never thought of it this way, as knowing more often limits one’s thinking.
Who would think that viruses and plagues could be created through Transformation Technique? This isn’t just a breakthrough of Transformation Technique’s rules, but it ventures into realms that are challenging for both mortals and the Gods to intervene in!
How could rlin have thought in this direction?
His eyes flickered as he stared at Ian, wanting to say sothing, but seed to hesitate due to certain matters, ultimately only casting a aningful glance at Ian.
"Your goals seem far greater than I imagined."
His tone carried a hint of admiration.
"About the Raven’s matter?"
Ian’s main concern was still this issue.
"Wait a mont."
rlin shook his head.
"Trying to renege?"
The Little Wizard’s eyes turned hostile.
"Of course not."
rlin took a cautious look at the Little Wizard’s magic wand, not wanting to witness any more of Ian’s innovative magic. He sighed and quickly explained.
"Let resolve a hidden issue first." With that, rlin walked toward the dormitory door, "You must know, I conceal my identity not without reason."
His voice carried a sense of regret.
"I thought you were into this... just a complete pervert." Ian’s words were as unforgiving as ever, leaving rlin speechless, forcing him to walk outside in silence.
His gaze fell on Dumbledore and Nicolas Flal standing in the corridor not far away.
"Sorry, this is for everyone’s safety."
rlin suddenly spoke, his tone sincere and apologetic. Before he could take any action, Dumbledore sensed sothing, his gaze becoming instantly sharp.
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