"You want to learn fire magic?"
Looking at Mitchell standing calmly in front of him, Mikhos was slightly taken aback.
It was not that he felt that there was anything wrong with wanting to learn magic.
However, someone had just asked him about it earlier.
That was the famous fire mage in Storm City who was in liege to the Leon Family—Swain.
Swain had already seen it in the arena.
Mitchell's combat skills were definitely not cultivated to a high level.
Everyone thought that Mitchell had powerful combat skills.
But Swain knew better.
That tempestuous combo was only executed with a powerful physical body. It was not a battle technique.
If Mitchell had trained in combat skills since young, Swain would not have had much of an opinion then.
However, since he could tell that Mitchell had never practiced any battle techniques before, things were different.
In Swain's stubborn opinion, as long as he was not corrupted by the 'crude' combat skills, he could try to practice magic.
In addition, Mitchell had the Silver Dragon's support. He would definitely achieve twice the results with half the effort.
So Swain brought up the idea of taking Mitchell in as a disciple.
And Mikhos's answer to him was that everything depended on Mitchell's own wishes.
There was nothing he could do if Mitchell was unwilling to practice magic.
Of course, even though he said that, Mikhos actually didn't think that Mitchell would agree.
After all, anyone with discerning eyes could tell that Mitchell was definitely a good seedling for cultivating battle techniques.
Whether it was his weapon, armor, or the talent he displayed, they were all clearly more suitable for battle techniques.
Such a child was definitely not interested in magic.
But then, Mitchell himself took the initiative to bring this up.
Mikhos didn't expect that at all.
"Since you want to learn that, of course I won't stop you. It's just that I think you have quite a good talent in battle techniques."
Mikhos himself was a warrior who was trained in battle techniques, so he felt that it was a pity when he heard that Mitchell wanted to learn magic.
But Mitchell said mildly, "Don't worry, Uncle. I will also be learning battle techniques."
Hearing Mitchell's words, Mikhos said nothing more.
There were indeed many people who chose to cultivate magic and martial arts together, but it was already very difficult to cultivate one of them to a certain extent, the difficulty would be doubled if one wanted to achieve results in both of them.
Hence, Mikhos actually didn't approve of that in his mind.
But since Mitchell had his own ideas, Mikhos naturally couldn't say no to him.
"When he finds it too difficult, maybe he will give it up." Mikhos thought.
"How about this? I'll let Swain teach you fire magic. As for battle techniques, I will help you find an expert who is good at using spears. You are my nephew, so your teacher naturally can't be a mediocre one."
Mikhos stood with his hands behind his back, looking very proud.
Not only was he proud of Mitchell's talent, but he was also proud of his Leon Family.
Which family or clan was as strong as the Leon Family?
As long as Mikhos wanted to, he could find any expert in the human race to be Mitchell's teacher.
Mitchell did not doubt that at all and only nodded slightly to thank him.
He could see that Mikhos did not support his decision to do dual cultivation.
But Mitchell was someone who had a system. Dual cultivation was the best choice for him.
***
Soon, Swain was summoned by the men sent by Mikhos.
"Are you willing to learn fire magic from me?"
Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Swain could not contain his excitement.
All these years, he wasn't able to find a suitable person to inherit his legacy.
If Mitchell could learn all his skills, he would be able to live the rest of his life in peace.
How could he not be excited?
Looking at Swain, Mitchell nodded respectfully.
"Teacher Swain, please guide me along."
Swain was delighted to hear the word "teacher" from him.
Mind you, Mitchell was Mikhos' nephew.
Although he was also a famous and respected mage in Storm City, many noble children actually didn't know how to respect experts like them.
So Mitchell's behavior made Swain even more pleased with him.
In that case, Mitchell, you would be learning from Swain.
As for the battle technique, I will arrange it for you later."
"Battle technique?" Swain looked at Mikhos in disbelief.
Didn't he say that he wanted to learn fire magic from him? Perhaps, it was just for fun?
In the end, Mitchell still wanted to learn battle techniques?!
"Teacher Swain, I've decided to cultivate magic and martial arts together."
Mitchell's calm words made Swain frown.
"Child, you have to think carefully. Dual cultivation in magic and martial arts is not an easy path to walk. Most people ended up learning nothing of these two after they embark on this journey"
Swain's worried expression was written all over his face.
Initially, he thought that Mitchell did not understand what dual-cultivation meant, so he wanted to advise him.
But, Mitchell did not waver at all. He simply said calmly,
"Teacher Swain, I've already made my decision. I won't be changing my mind. Please rest assured, Teacher. I will definitely work hard on my training in fire magic."
At this point, Swain naturally could not say anything more.
He had the same thoughts as Mikhos.
Mitchell would probably know how difficult it was when he officially started dual cultivation.
He would persuade him again when that time came.
Meanwhile, Mikhos was looking at Mitchell with admiration.
This brat sounded like him when he was young.
Once he made a decision, he would not make any changes to it. That was very similar to his uncle.
Thinking of this, Mikhos had complicated feelings.
He wanted Mitchell to keep his word.
Yet on the other hand, he hoped that Mitchell could give up on the idea of dual-cultivation as soon as possible.
After a moment, Mikho sighed and walked out of the living room.
He would just let things take their natural course when it comes to Mitchell.
Only Mitchell and Swain were left in the living room now.
Seeing Mitchell's determined expression, Swain sighed,
"Since you've already decided, I won't be saying anything more. Then let's start the cultivation right now."
Swain stretched out his right hand with his palm facing up. Then, he narrowed his eyes.
Soon, a fireball converged on his right palm, and it was slowly expanding.
When the fireball became the size of a basketball, Swain said,
"This is the fire element's simplest spell—Fireball. The trick is to sense the fire element in the air and converge it in your palm. However, there's a saying that the beginning is always the hardest. It's still too early for you to converge them directly. Let's try to sense the fire elements in the air first."
Swain shifted his gaze away from the fireball in his hand and looked at Mitchell.
The next moment, his eyes widened.
"F*ck! What happened?"
Mitchell's actions were exactly the same as Swain's.
However, in his hands, a fireball that was no smaller than Swain's had already formed.
"Teacher Swain, is that like this?"
Mitchell asked calmly.