It also left behind a strange laugh, causing the Little Wizard who witnessed this recollection to twitch at the corners of his mouth. Afterwards, it seed that every seven days, the Raven would fly over once.
Magic, alchemy, magic potions, these were the subjects it taught Little rlin—Little rlin was clearly in pain yet joyful, the strict targeting and harshness always led to him having nightmares at night.
However.
The ability to learn that wondrous knowledge and magic made it impossible for him to give up. Thus, Little rlin continued to grow unwieldy under the Raven's pressure, getting bruises every few days.
Due to the perennial bumps on his head, the people in the monastery thought he had so strange disease, but rlin made no explanation, still imrsed in his painful yet fulfilling life.
Of course.
This went on until the end of sumr, and even rlin, with his adaptability, could no longer bear it.
As spring passed to autumn, rlin's training never ceased. The Raven not only required him to learn magic, alchemy, and magic potions, but also pushed him to practice swordsmanship and fitness.
Every morning, rlin had to run through the forest until his legs were weak. In the afternoon, he had to swing a wooden sword until his arms were sore, and at night, he had to study thick magic books by candlelight until his eyelids struggled.
"Aren't I a wizard? Why do I have to run! And why do I have to lift and carry these weights as you said?" Little rlin couldn't help but question the Raven.
What he received was a dive from the Raven, showcasing in a uniquely avian way, a move that felt like a monkey tricking him, leaving Little rlin rolling on the ground crying out.
"Rember, you're rlin! Not a hexagonal warrior, what kind of rlin are you? How can you beco rlin?" This was sothing the Raven had nagged in Little rlin's ear more than once.
"But I'm just a child... Why do I have to try so hard?" Little rlin really felt wronged, but no one asked why his eyes were always tearful.
"Who isn't a child?"
The Raven rolled its eyes in a birdlike manner.
"Didn't you say you're tens of thousands of years old?" Little rlin was indeed a bit too sincere, and upon saying this, naturally received another round of pecking from the Raven.
"Can't one be a child even at tens of thousands of years old?"
"Do you understand the value of a divine Raven?"
While pecking.
The Raven continued emitting its sharp voice. Little rlin was forced to complete a twenty-kiloter sprint, and while running, he kept shouting in grievance.
"I don't want to be any rlin! What's so good about that na? I hate that na! If only I were nad Mason! I bet people nad Mason wouldn't be treated like this by you!"
One must admit, a child's thinking can indeed be a bit novel. Facing such a rebellious attitude from Little rlin, the Raven began scolding rlin for not daring to face a glorious life.
However, rlin felt his life was bleak and hopeless.
Seeing Little rlin sitting on the ground not willing to move, the Raven surprisingly didn't continue to peck him.
"rlin," the Raven's voice suddenly softened, "You possess infinite potential; you just haven't discovered it yet. Believe , one day you'll understand the aning of all this."
"Trust , if you don't endure hardship now, you'll always face endless hardships in the future. Bitter first, sweet later, this will make your life better and happier."
Such familiar PUA.
Maybe it wouldn't work in the twenty-first century.
But in the Middle Ages.
Even a clever Little rlin can't resist this dinsional reduction strike.
He even found it quite reasonable.
So.
Little rlin got up from the ground and continued his arduous training.
"Very good, rlin. This is how you should be."
The Raven's voice beca even more gentle.
Perhaps even to this day, the two-thousand-year-old rlin by his side still wasn't aware that this was the Raven changing its teaching thod, turning to providing emotional support.
Effective on adults.
Let alone on children.
Of course.
This encouragent didn't last long, as it was clear that the Raven wasn't good at pretending, and soon revealed its true nature, once again disciplining Little rlin while he made mistakes in swordsmanship practice.
"Coo~"
The Little Wizard couldn't help but gulp here, secretly glancing at rlin's groin nearby—if rlin's thing still worked, it would certainly be considered well-hardened.
Comparable to the Monkey King forged by the furnace... It's no wonder rlin couldn't bear to look back on such a past, he already saw rlin covering his face not wanting to see such scenes.
"Swordsmanship is not just a test of strength, it's a test of speed. You must understand, in swordsmanship, only speed is unbreakable, the first to act will outlive the rest!"
The Raven probably didn't know any swordsmanship; it just relied on its adamantine beak and its almost teleportation-like speed, deceiving young rlin left and right.
However.
So people's talent is indeed undeniable.
rlin, following the Raven's crooked reasoning, sohow ended up with rather decent swordsmanship—day by day passed, the winter's cold wind howled through the forest, the trees covered in ice and snow, everything blanketed in white.
rlin sat on a large stone, various magic potion materials laid out before him, making magic potions under the Raven's guidance. His brow was furrowed, eyes focused, carefully placing a herb into the pot, then gently stirring. The Raven watched from the side, occasionally offering a few tips.
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