40 Beastial Change

"… It's a very deep cave or it might not be that deep at all. It's could be that Fiona's free falling speed was too slow."

"So she had plenty of time to look around and guess what might be down there."

"She looked down first, but couldn't see anything, so she looked around the cave wall. Under the light of the illumination spell, she was surprised to see…"

"And? What did she see?"

Curiosity got the better of her eventually, Fiona whispered.

"And then… today's story is over, my dear Fi. It's time to move on to studies."

Anvis smiled mysteriously and winked at Fiona. He then stopped talking and returned to his desk. The mirage in the air also disappeared.

"Boo—No way!"

The story was broke off abruptly at the crucial part as Fiona was listening expectantly. This made her feel as though she was cheated. Her little face instantly puffed up like a bun.

But while she was still sulking, a thick book suddenly flew before her eyes.

The young girl instinctively reached out to catch it, but the moment she caught it, she suddenly felt another weight push down her hand. Two more books piled up in her hand.

On the side, Anvis controlled the magic hand and took out 'Beginner Inscription Drawing' and 'The Meaning of the Inscription Array' from the bookshelf. He threw them all into the girl's hands.

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The young girl looked at the pile of books in her hands in a daze, they piled up to almost as tall as her head. She almost cried.

"It is up to you to read or not, my dear Fi. But it is also my choice to decide whether to continue this story tomorrow."

In response to Fiona's towering resentment which almost broke through the library's ceiling, Anvis flipped through his book with an elegant smile.

"After all, I can't possibly be the reason why my adorable little sister is punished by father again…"

In the girl's eyes, this smile was no different from a devil's smile.

"Brother… Can you tell me one more paragraph… Just one short paragraph. After that, I'll obediently read…"

Fiona put on a pitiful expression, her big eyes watery as she pleaded with the pale young man sitting at the desk, like a small animal that had been heartlessly abandoned.

But in the eyes of Anvis, who was familiar with all kinds of acting skills and tricks, the girl's performance was full of holes.

"There's no use pretending for my sympathy, my dear sister."

Anvis read the book in his hand and replied without looking at her.

"Also, please don't do anything else while I'm reading because I will ask a few random questions later. If you can't answer them, tomorrow's story will be gone…"

Following Anvis' words, the girl's pitiful gaze gradually became dull, and then turned into a dangerous stare.

"Oh, please don't look at me like that. It's just to give you some motivation."

However, this time, Anvis had already taken precautions and added a layer of mental protection for himself in advance, blocking the girl's angry gaze and spiritual force.

All her tricks failed. The girl looked at Anvis's hateful smile and wished she could pounce on him and bite him.

She flipped open the book in her hand angrily and forced herself to continue reading. Although she felt extremely bored, with how talented she was, it was easy for her to remember the content.

She actually understood the reasoning behind Anvis' actions. After all, it was due to her father's request, so she did not act out of line.

But that just was one thing. Although she understood that Anvis didn't want her to be punished by father, the girl's resentment for Anvis wouldn't diminish at all.

For the next two weeks, the girl spent her afternoon reading in boredom—listening excitedly to stories—and then reading in frustration.

By the way, the girl's spiritual force full of resentment had somewhat affected his reading, so he made a storage crystal ball to divert and collect her resentment.

These grudges could be used as special materials to create unique alchemy items.

After knowing the use of the crystal ball, Fiona's resentment increased another new level, allowing Anvis to collect a lot of negative emotions, Anvis smiled happily.

...

Half a month later, the duke held another combat class for the two of them.

During this period, the duke brought some low-rank mages of the family's mages to compete with each other and demonstrate the battle between real mages to the two of them.

In order to leave an impression in front of the duke, these low-ranked wizards used their best techniques and spells to broaden Fiona and Anvis' horizons.

Of course, Fiona was really impressed wheras Anvis wasn't.

After every battle, the duke would leave a period of time for the two to ask questions and clarify their understanding.

Occasionally, after the duo had finished their questions, the duke would raise some corresponding questions for them to answer.

If neither of them could answer, the duke would directly tell them the answer. However, if they still could not answer similar questions the next time, the duke would punish them accordingly.

At the end of this lesson, the Duke raised a question to the two:

"In your hearts, what is the fighting style of the nobles?

Fiona thought for a moment and gave a vague answer, while Anvis recited his answer from his memories.

The duke didn't comment on their reply. He merely smiled and then announced the end of their confinement, much to Fiona's delight.

...

On the afternoon of the new day, Anvis came to the Spell Testing Ground.

It had been a month since the previous spell testing, and he had come to check the subsequent changes of that beast.

The manager of the test field was an elderly rank 6 mage. Upon knowing Anvis' intentions, this old mage immediately brought out the beast.

Thanks to Anvis, the beast was raised in a separate place and received good care. When Anvis saw it again, he realized that it had gained a whole chunk of weight compared to last month.

"Hmph—"

Seeing Anvis arrive, the beast snorted and changed from lying down to standing position. The heart-shaped white scar could be seen on his moving back.

Anvis immediately cast a sleeping spell, so the beast that had just stood up fell to the ground again.

Walking forward, the youth's white-gloved hand reached into the gap of the cage and pressed on the heart shape of the butcher's back, carefully probing the life aura of the flesh below.

Anvis was very cautious about the spells attached to the Secret Scripture of the Ancients because he did not know much about them.

It was not enough to just rely on the introduction of the Secret Scripture of the Ancients. Only by testing the specific effects could he truly determine what situation they could be used for.