When the carriage suddenly stopped, Paul abandoned his thoughts. He got out of the car after his brother. The town lord's mansion was quite large. Two low-level Warriors were standing at the entrance to the white mansion. When Paul and his family approached the entrance, a housekeeper greeted them.
"Oh, welcome, welcome sir. Please come in. Sir is waiting for you."
Paul and his family followed the butler into the mansion. When they entered, a man in a blue suit with a strong aura stood there. He had black tangled hair. When he saw Paul's father, he spread his arms and began to approach.
"George Veussia, old friend. It's been a while since I've seen you."
"Ford Guilla, likewise. I haven't been able to see you very much after being a City Lord for some reason."
Ford understood the implication of George's words, but he ignored it. He turned to Paul.
"You became a Wizard at such a young age. I believe you will succeed in becoming a Wizard for a few years, little man." She had a slight smile on her face. Paul knew he was doing it to get between him and him.
"Oh, my son will probably be a Master of Magic for a few years."
Ford stared at George with an incredibly sarcastic face. "There's no need to talk too big, George. Wait till you become a Wizard first."
There was a smile on George's face. "Two days ago, it's not impossible if you look at him as a Wizard."
The sarcastic look on Ford's face just disappeared. He came to Paul and laid his hand on his heart. Ford was a low-level Saber Fighter, so it was easy for him to feel his body. When he felt the mana core in Paul's heart, an expression of surprise widened his face.
This kid was concentrating his mana core in a week, only 14! After pulling back his hand, he looked at Paul as though he were looking at a monster, but then again he put on that strange smile.
"Oh, a really great talent. You have great potential, Paul. All right, Nina! Come here! Valer was supposed to be on the training ground. Take young master Paul there. I'll talk to George for a while and I hope you can work with Valer." He's a Saber Fighter like me, but his level is higher than me, so I can't help him any more.
After Ford said these words, he immediately turned to George and walked in while talking to him. Paul followed a maid to reach a training field.
A man aged 18-19 was standing on the training ground. The upper part of his body was naked and there were black pants underneath. His black hair was a mess, and sweat flowed from his forehead. He had an ice-blue saber in his hand. Each time the saber was swung, the working dummies were torn apart and repaired by repair formations when their attacks were over.
When he saw Paul coming, he stopped and looked at him. Then he leaned slightly and greeted.
"You must be Paul the Young Lord of the Veussia family. I am Valer Guilla, please call me Valer. Nice to meet you." The smile on his face made him look innocent.
"Nice to meet you, Valer. Please don't address me using" you ". Paul is enough. I don't want my elder to talk to me like that."
"So, Paul, actually, I was practicing and I'd like to continue if possible. Would you mind waiting?" As soon as Valer finished, Nina interrupted.
"Young Master Valer. Young Master Paul sent the City Lord here. He wants you to get used to fighting the Sorcerers."
Valer looked at Paul in disbelief.
"So Paul's already reached the Wizard level?"
"Oh, I arrived a few days ago, and I would really like to join your training if possible."
"Sure, please come, Paul." Paul proceeded to the training area. When he confronted Valer, Valer pointed his patience at him.
"Make a good match." Valer took his stance.
"Make a good match." Paul broke his knees slightly. He extended his right arm forward. Seeing that Paul was ready, Valer jumped forward and swung his patience. Paul immediately withdrew and struck Man's Oscillation on Valer's right shoulder. Suddenly, Valer lowered his patience for a moment. At this opportunity, Paul withdrew immediately.
Valer angrily took his patience and looked at Paul, who had taken his posture. He threw his patience in the air, and an ice cold wave advanced to Paul. Paul noticed this at the last minute and withdrew. He felt a sense of patience before the wave. He looked at Valer.
"Saber looks pretty special, Valer." Valer smiled.
"Exactly. My patience is an Ice-edged Saber. There are ice enchantments on it." The ice blue runic inscriptions on the sword showed.
"How about that. If you win this game, I'll give you the patience." Valer smiled friendlyly.
"Oh that's a good deal." Paul was thinking of the last attack of patience as he spoke. A wave of meaning was moving towards him. This wave was different from his Mana Oscillation. The Mana Oscillation was based directly on throwing mana and putting pressure on it, but it could be quite powerful if given adjectives. For example, the previous