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"Yeah." Daofu nodded in agreement. "That's good. Since I'm not too busy these days, I can arrange your next classes."

"Teacher, I may not be able to stay here for long. I have a business to take care of at home, so I hope my study plan can be adjusted."

Glenn replied quickly.

Who knew that after hearing this, Daofu laughed and said, "Haha, other people are very respectful when learning magic, and never have any conditions, but you, my dear Glenn, you don't seem to take it to heart."

"Absolutely not!" Glenn waved his hands. "I have never been lazy in learning magic. It's just that things are a little complicated over at Bayek. I'm worried about my friends there if I leave for too long."

Daoof smiled and patted Glenn's shoulder. "I'm just talking casually. Don't be nervous."

Glenn breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard the other party say: "Originally, I planned to teach you some complicated courses first, and then let Mei Ke tutor you. Since you have a request, let's adjust it."

He said to an apprentice beside him, "Qike, go get my staff."

The apprentice named Chick jumped out immediately and quickly brought over a bronze staff.

Daoof took the staff and gently rotated the head of the staff towards a spiral pillar in the middle of the room.

A bunch of boxes of different sizes floated out and finally hovered in front of Glenn.

"These are different low-level magics. As long as you can master one of them, you can be considered a first-level magician."

Glenn was surprised by Daoof's words, "Does this count as a first-level magician?"

"Yes, don't underestimate it just because it's low-level magic. Each spell here contains most of the basic knowledge you have learned. When you become a first-level magician, you will understand. By then, you will be able to create some small magic that is not considered low-level magic."

Doof said patiently.

Glenn understood these words and looked at the boxes in front of him again.

Above each box was a golden, illusory text:

Wind magic, low-level, high-quality comprehensive magic that controls the wind element.

Clearing magic, low-level, high-quality comprehensive magic that controls the power of clearing.

Shadow magic, low-level, high-quality comprehensive magic that controls shadow elements (darkness).

Dissolving magic, a low-level, comprehensive, high-quality magic that controls the mysteries of transformation.

Wait, there are more than twenty of them, and five of them are noted to have dark properties.

Glenn looked at these magic spells and didn't know what to choose for a moment.

Now I should first study magic that can help me. I have no shortage of strength, so... Glenn pondered.

Suddenly, he remembered the last time he was visited by hunter mercenaries.

I remember that after he rescued the elf, he did a very clean job and the other party should not be able to find him.

But the fact is that the other party still came to our door, which means that they must have used some means.

Last time, the old man said that the reason why I was not found by the magicians of the kingdom was because the devil was interfering there. So the magicians have the means to track or divine, so I'd better master the corresponding anti-tracking means... After thinking it through, Glenn asked Daoof:

"Is there any magic here that can clean up the traces and prevent the magician from finding them using divination or tracking magic?"

Daoof thought for a while before he understood what Glenn wanted to say. "You want to use interference magic, right?"

Glenn nodded.

"You really should master this kind of magic, and take precautions against something like this happening in Bayek's place."

Daoof said, pointing to one of the boxes:

"Just choose this one, Clear Magic. One of its functions is to clear all traces, whether on the surface or on the magical level."

Glenn didn't think much about it and reached out to hold the box labeled "Clear Magic".

As a fifth-level magician, Daoof naturally has unique insights, and his opinions can be fully adopted.

The box does not require any special techniques or magic to open, it can be easily opened with just a pry of your hand.

Inside was a worn booklet with a cover made of cowhide and several scratches on it.

"This is an early note of a friend of mine from a long time ago. This removal magic is also one of his masterpieces. You can't find it outside. I've only seen it a few times, but I should have no problem guiding you."

Daoof's voice came, explaining to Glenn the origin of the booklet.

"When do we start?" Glenn asked directly.

"Now," Doof said with a smile.

……

Battersea Main.

The royal griffin with the royal emblem flapped its gorgeous feathers into the city and landed in the Punk family's luxurious villa.

The servants and knights came out to greet them, and Count Punk was the first to come out of the villa.

A young soldier in gorgeous red clothes came down from the griffin's back. He stood straight like a javelin, waiting quietly for the Punk family to arrive.

"The King's warrant." When everyone was present, the soldier took out a warrant with a feather on it and read out: "The envoys of the Kingdom of Seshi have come to our country to accuse the Punk family of privately capturing elves. If this is true, Count Punk is requested to return the captured elves and apologize and compensate the victims."

The warrant briefly explained the situation. Earl Punk was confused, while his third son was sweating profusely.

After the soldier read out the warrant, he mounted the griffin and flew away without caring about the crowd's reactions.

Count Punk turned to look at his sons with a very gloomy expression and said, "Now who can tell me what happened?!"

His sons looked at each other, but the third son kept his head down and did not react.

Count Punk naturally noticed it. He strode forward, grabbed his third son by the collar, and shouted, "Savage! Give me an explanation!"

The third son, Savage, was only nineteen years old. Seeing his father so angry, he was immediately frightened. Trembling, he told him what he had commissioned the Hunter Mercenary Group to do, and also told him about the disappearance of his personal bodyguard Black Sword.

After hearing this, Count Punk really wanted to slap his brainless son to death.

"How dare you do such a thing openly?! Do you really want to destroy the family? It seems that I have been too indulgent to you, and in the end, you will be burned by the fire!"

All the servants watched in fear as the master of the house got angry, while the rest of Punk's sons were gloating in their hearts.

They knew that Savage would no longer be qualified to compete with them for the family business.

After a long temper tantrum, Count Punk gradually calmed down. "With so many witnesses in Dude Town, it's impossible to deny it. Even if the elf is not in our hands, they will think that we hid it."

He looked at his sons, "Come with me into the room!"