Caroline Edwin hesitantly stopped.
She glanced at the young man standing beside her, with no extra expression on her face.
His qualifications were average, and the foundation he had previously built wasn't very solid.
She looked away and said indifferently, "Those techniques don't suit you very well."
Jean Norris, who was initially full of anticipation, suddenly felt like an eggplant struck by frost, listless and full of a sense of desolation.
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, sighing softly but ultimately said nothing.
Caroline Edwin noticed his reaction out of the corner of her eye and opened her pale lips, "However, there is a sword law that suits you quite well. I'll copy the spell and techniques and pass them to you when I have time."
Jean Norris, who had lowered his head, quickly looked up, the bright, dazzling light in his eyes shining once more.
"Really?!"
"Master, are you really willing to teach me techniques? For free or for a fee?"
