Many people spend their entire lives without evering into contact with advanced magic.


    Some are willing tomit the most heinous acts, even betraying loved ones, just to learn it, losing all sense of humanity in the process.


    Nichs William understood these truths. He was also self-aware enough to know that he didn''t have a close rtionship with Dean Bruce, so being rejected was normal.


    But he didn''t want to be jilted; otherwise, as the only son of the Lord of Notting City, why would he humble himself like this?


    "Dean, if you agree, I can give you a treasure!" Nichs gritted his teeth and yed his trump card. "It''s a treasure not only capable of storing items in space but also of spatial teleportation. In addition, every month, I can offer you a hundred thousand gold coins as a token of my respect."


    Hearing these benefits, Dean Bruce couldn''t help but feel a surge of joy. [As expected of the city lord''s son, offering triple the money Joan did! But what level is this treasure?]


    Though thrilled inside and eagerly anticipating the treasure, Dean Bruce maintained a calm exterior. "Do you think such things can tempt me?"


    Nichs''s breath caught, his face full of bitterness. Helpless, he replied, "I was naive. With your immense power, willing to teach advanced magic, how could you care about such mundane things as money?"


    After a brief pause, Nichs continued, "As for the treasure, it''s one of the top treasures in our family. If it''s not to your liking… Dean, tell me what you want. I''ll do everything in my power to get it for you!"


    Hearing Nichs willing to offer so much, Dean Bruce furrowed his brow and shook his head, thinking to himself, [Sycophants are terrifying! I didn''t expect to find them even in another world. I must never be like that!]


    Seeing Dean Bruce shake his head, Nichs thought his offer had failed to sway him, and despair started to set in.


    Just as Nichs was about to leave, Dean Bruce suddenly asked, "Is avoiding being jilted your only reason for wanting to learn advanced magic?"


    Nichs shook his head. "No, avoiding the breakup isn''t my ultimate goal."


    After a moment, Nichs''s expression grew serious. "This engagement was something my father worked hard to secure for me. That''s why I don''t want to be rejected. I don''t want to see the disappointment on my father''s face."


    Hearing this, Dean Bruce was momentarily stunned. He hadn''t expected Nichs to be not a sycophant but a deeply filial son instead!


    Dean Bruce''s eyes gleamed with a hint of calction as he spoke softly, "I don''t usually teach magic to just anyone. But since you''re so filial, I''ll give you a chance. However, whether I ept you as a disciple will depend on your sincerity."


    "Sincerity? Of course, I''m sincere!" Nichs William, despite his young age, had been exposed to the intricacies of court life from an early age. He immediately grasped the underlying message in Dean Bruce''s words. "Tomorrow morning—no, I''ll have the gifts and this month''s 100,000 gold coins sent over right away!"


    "Dean, from this day on, I''ll treat your words as divine guidance and follow them without hesitation!"


    Dean Bruce didn''t take Nichs William''s words too seriously. His real hope was that Nichs would turn out to be the protagonist of this world, using his unique opportunities and talents to extract more magic from the fabricated incantations.


    If that happened, Dean Bruce could exploit the system for rewards, boosting his own strength—that was the real goal.


    Of course, appearances had to be maintained. Dean Bruce nodded, maintaining a calm demeanor. "It''s good that you have this determination. I hope you can sessfully grasp advanced magic and not disappoint your father."


    Nichs William clenched his fists in excitement, looking up at Dean Bruce with eyes full of hope.


    He couldn''t help but wonder what kind of advanced magic he might learn.


    Dean Bruce remainedposed as he asked, "My teaching method is different from others. I will only give you the incantation. Whether you canprehend and master advanced magic will depend entirely on your own talent."


    "What?"


    Nichs William was visibly startled. He was about to question this approach when he remembered the scene of Joan Michelle casting magic during the beast tide. Hastily, he asked, "Dean, is this how Joan also learned her advanced magic?"


    "Exactly," Dean Bruce affirmed with a nod. "This is my teaching style. If you can''t ept it, then I won''t force you to stay."


    Nichs William''s body trembled, and he blurted out, "If Joan could do it, then I can definitely ept it too. Even if I fail to learn advanced magic, it would be because of my own shorings, not yours!"


    There was no way he would let this opportunity slip through his fingers after finally convincing Dean Bruce. He would regret it for the rest of his life if he did.


    "Get up," Dean Bruce said as he helped Nichs to his feet. "Now, tell me, what type of magic are you interested in learning? Offensive, defensive, or perhaps support?"


    Ritual magicand natural magicare broad categories, or foundational ssifications, from which various subtypes emerge based on the magic''s intended use or effect.


    Of course, Nichs William wasn''t familiar with these theories—if he were, Joan Michelle wouldn''t have been so easily fooled.


    Nichs''s eyes lit up. He had initially thought Dean Bruce would decide which magic to teach him, but he hadn''t expected to be given a choice in the type of magic he wanted to learn. He eagerly responded, "I want to learn offensive magic!"


    With this answer in mind, Dean Bruce fell silent, racking his brain to recall famous quotes or lines from the Bible from his previous life on Earth.


    After all, you couldn''t just pick any random sentence to trick someone—crafting a convincing lie required careful thought.


    Nichs, assuming Dean Bruce was contemting which spell to teach, didn''t dare make a sound. He stood there quietly, afraid to disrupt Dean''s concentration.


    After a long pause, Dean Bruce finally found a suitable phrase to use as the incantation. He turned back to Nichs, maintaining a calm demeanor as he spoke. "The spell I''m about to teach you is a sixth-tier magic, almostparable to a super-tier spell."


    "A spell that can rival super-tier magic?" Nichs William was ecstatic, unable to suppress his joy. His hands clenched and unclenched in excitement, and after several attempts, he finally asked, "Teacher, what is this spell?"


    Dean Bruce smiled slightly before replying, "The spell is called The Interrogation of the Soul. I''ll teach you the incantation now, and I hope you can grasp it quickly."


    Pausing for a moment, Dean Bruce, under Nichs''s hopeful gaze, solemnly recited, "This water, cker than ink, flows ceaselessly. I see in it many souls, filthy and naked, furiously tearing at each other, biting and wing until their bodies are nothing but shreds."


    As Nichs softly repeated the incantation, a frown began to form on his face.


    Tricking someone wasn''t a one-step process. Dean Bruce knew better than to rush things—he needed to give Nichs some time alone to ponder the phrase. Waving his hand, he said, "Go home now, and take your time meditating on this incantation."


    Before Nichs could respond, Dean Bruce brushed past him and headed straight back to his quarters, thinking to himself, [Living in the academy wasn''t a problem before, but now that I''ve gained some reputation among the students, maybe I should find another ce to stay. Otherwise, constant requests for teaching could be quite bothersome.]


    Meanwhile, Nichs William didn''t move. He stood frozen in ce like a statue, turning the phrase over and over in his mind, still puzzled. "Other incantations are always something like ''Great Wind God, grant me power,'' so why is the one Teacher gave me so strange? Is this really a magical incantation?"