Shockwaves spread in all directions.

Garrett and Aurora were well-prepared, crouching in a trench without looking up. After the aftermath of the fireball spell had passed, they popped their heads out to see that the ceiling and floor alternated between light and dark. The magic circle flickered uncertainly, accompanied by the frantic warnings of the Tower Spirits:

"Spell fluctuation exceeds limit, please replace with a higher-level practice room... Spell fluctuation exceeds limit, please replace with a higher-level practice room..."

Whew...

That was close… If the floor had been blown up, or the ceiling had collapsed, he wondered if his account had enough contribution points to compensate for the damage.

Garrett and Aurora exchanged glances and simultaneously shrunk their necks. Thankfully, it seemed that the Tower Spirits were paying attention here, timely transferring enough defensive energy to prevent disaster.

Aurora hastily recorded the last piece of data, then turned around 180 degrees on the spot and left the trench via the stairs. Garrett took a few more looks at the magic circle and quickly followed. Aurora, who was stepping two steps at a time and rushing upwards, staggered unexpectedly.

Garrett instinctively reached out to help her. Then, he saw Aurora taking a forward step, leaning forward, almost falling onto his knee. Then, he straightened up inch by inch, his body stiff, his voice even stiffer:

"Te-te-te-teacher… Th-th-thunder, Lord of Thunder…"

What?

The Lord of Thunder himself came?

It couldn’t be that their recent ruckus, nearly blowing up the building, had alarmed the legendary mage, right?

Thinking deeper, the ceiling and floor hadn’t collapsed—could it be that the Lord of Thunder had intervened to dissipate the fluctuation, saving them from disaster…?

Garrett suddenly felt a bit guilty. He braced himself against the ground outside the trench, leaning out from behind Aurora’s legs. Sure enough, at the far end of the practice room by the wall, two people had appeared, unbeknownst to him.

One was Archmage Carlisle, a familiar figure these days, his eyes red, his demeanor weary, his hair and robe a bit disheveled even after being tidied;

The other, though Garrett had only seen him twice, gave enough hints with his familiar monocle. Speaking of which, you’re still wearing a white shirt, black bow tie, and a neat black three-piece suit—

Such a stiff outfit, don’t you ever change it? Or is it that your clothes are actually a magical robe transformed in appearance?

So that’s why there are strangers in a locked practice room, the Lord of Thunder himself has arrived. Well, he could probably control the entire Thunder Tower, opening a door would be trivial for him.

…Privileges, oh the privileges!

"…Cough." As if sensing something, the Lord of Thunder glanced at Garrett, a flicker of writing passing over his monocle. Garrett suddenly remembered the "Detect Thoughts" spell, quickly ducked his head, hiding behind Aurora. ɽἈƝ𝙤𝔟Ès

However, his last cover soon vanished. Aurora was lifted by a large force hand, her feet off the ground, and was set down in a different direction. Garrett, with no cover left, had to brave it and climb out of the trench to face the legendary mage:

"…Greetings, Lord of Thunder… Hello, Archmage Carlisle."

"Garrett, you’ve been quite a troublemaker for me," the Lord of Thunder said with interest. Ever since the little guy arrived in Nevis, his name had been funneling into his ears every other day:

Diseases carried by bats, overturning the theory of combustion, smelting mithril, cultivating plague pathogens, establishing public health departments, treating plagues…

Oh, and that alternating current. The little guy treated it like a tool, casually releasing it, which he and a few core disciples had been studying until now! They still hadn’t thoroughly figured it out, and the youngster casually threw out another blockbuster!

The human body, cells, the heart, electrical currents…

After stepping on the path of the legendary, one method to extend life, enhance battle capability, and probe the secrets of the world is semi-elementalization. However, this is a difficult and dangerous path, countless legendary mages have lost control due to it, half of their bodies turning into stone, or parts of them becoming ice and snow.

The more unstable elements of fire or lightning, even more likely to cause problems.

For a flesh-and-blood body to undergo elementalization, it’s always walking a tightrope over an abyss.

Senior mages often consume precious herbs or place themselves in a magic-rich environment for a long time, allowing their bodies to adapt to the elements and accommodate more of them, to take the first step towards elementalization. However, such actions are

both expensive and dangerous.

Garrett’s research on the internal electrical currents in the human body undoubtedly provided a new reference for mages of the lightning element.

"So, Garrett, how did you come up with the idea that there are electrical currents in the heart?"

"…" Should I tell you now that it was taught in a university physiology class? Would you believe me?

Seeing Garrett’s troubled expression, the Lord of Thunder smiled and didn’t press further. The world of magic is bizarre; always some lucky, or diligent, or both lucky and diligent magicians, observing some phenomenon.

Then, diving headlong into it, making some astonishing discovery, or perhaps never achieving anything in their lifetime…

Many magic researches are like this, having observed, felt, and managed to mimic and cast the magic. Yet, the underlying principles remain elusive, not understood for a hundred, two hundred years.

Anyway, he wasn’t here for this question. The Lord of Thunder pushed his monocle and adjusted the chain beside it, smiling as he extended his hand:

"Garrett, I’ve been watching you for two years, your personality and research capabilities really suit my taste. Today, I came to ask you a question—"

Garrett unconsciously straightened his back. Could it be, could it be that moment? "Young man, I see something special in your bones…"

"Garrett Nordmark, would you like to become my disciple?"

…Well, the day has indeed come. Archmage Carlisle looked over his teacher’s head and sighed softly:

Thank God, teacher, you finally decided to break through this barrier!

God knows how hard these past two years have been, following your orders to keep an eye on this young fellow, causing me all kinds of trouble as he stirred up more and more, my abilities not fully able to keep up. All those reports, all those mediations, and I couldn’t even use your name!

Aurora visibly showed her joy. Looking at her teacher, then at the Lord of Thunder, then at Garrett. So from now on, not only is my teacher a legendary disciple, but so is my boss?

By rounding up, I’m almost a legendary disciple too!

Hey, Garrett, why don’t you agree?

Hurry up and agree!

Agree!

He sneakily moved a step to the left, then another. Banking on the fact that the bigwigs "not speaking out means tacit consent," he poked Garrett in the ribs:

Quickly say you’re willing!

Say "I am willing"!

"…What’s the matter? Garrett, do you have any doubts?"

"…No, not at all, Your Excellency."

Garrett quickly responded. Being taken as a disciple by a legendary mage, it wasn’t his place to refuse. Moreover, the Lord of Thunder had always taken good care of him.

Even the care from Lady Ophelia and the later message from the silver dragon to come back, without the Lord of Thunder’s favor, Garrett would not believe it!

Even so, Garrett still instinctively glanced at Archmage Carlisle. So, your teacher snatched me away? All this time, I thought you were going to take me as your disciple!

"…Don’t look at me; I can’t afford you as a disciple," Archmage Carlisle said dejectedly:

"I can’t even learn your magic… By the way, Garrett, that magic interpretation is purely medical, right? It’s not applicable elsewhere?"

Garrett couldn’t help but laugh. He turned to Archmage Carlisle and bowed deeply:

"I’m sorry, Archmage Carlisle. Interpreting an ECG without a medical background is really not doable. I only set that condition to win the bet… Sorry for the trouble."

That’s right. This magic is very interesting, but learning how to read ECG lines is purely asking for trouble. Archmage Carlisle exhaled sharply, retreating to the back:

Wasting several days memorizing useless stuff, cough!

Garrett smiled as he watched him retreat. Then, straightening up, he bowed again to the Lord of Thunder:

"I am honored to become your disciple, Your Excellency!"

"…What did you call me?"

"Teacher!"

"Hmm, good." The Lord of Thunder tugged on the chain of his monocle, nodding in satisfaction:

"Garrett, come with me to the study, let’s discuss your upcoming learning and research plans. Carlisle, you come too, later you take him around, add some privileges to his mage badge, so he can enter my lab. Alright, let’s go."

What?

Is that it?

A bow, a call of "teacher," and everything is concluded? No apprenticeship ceremony, no crowd of legendary spectators, no meeting of fellow disciples?

But, hehe, I like it!

The Lord of Thunder said, turning to leave first. The practice room door naturally opened, not daring to block its master’s path. Garrett followed behind Archmage Carl

isle, stepping out of the room just to be blocked by someone.

"Decar, you can’t be so petty!" The newcomer, draped in a black robe that seemed almost entirely empty beneath, was flustered:

"Garrett is clearly more suited for our house! It’s too much for you to try and snatch him away like this!"

"Immortal Lord." Archmage Carlisle hurriedly bowed, simultaneously kicking Garrett in the back with his right foot. The Black Crow Swamp’s legendary figure, too quick with the news…

How did he know the teacher wanted to take Garrett as a disciple?

"Immortal Lord." Garrett and Aurora, honestly, bowed together. At the front of the group, the Lord of Thunder scoffed:

"Now you come to snatch, what were you doing earlier? —Hmm, good that you’re here, maybe you can give him some gifts on the way!"

With that, he gestured, and a portal of interwoven thunder and void opened. Archmage Carlisle waved at Garrett, stepping through the portal first. Garrett second, Aurora third, the Lord of Thunder looked at the Immortal Lord indifferently, stepping in as well.

Only the black-robed skeleton remained, spinning and floating, circling several times, cursing loudly:

"Damn! Decar, you’re too ruthless in snatching people!"

With a whoosh, it shot up towards the top of the Tower of Heaven.

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