After finishing breakfast, Arnold brought Edmond to the front of the small building and showed him all of his undead.
The number of undead was not very large, only about fifty or so, which made Edmond feel a bit disappointed.
Because in his imagination, a Necromancer should be able to wave their hand and have countless undead servants following them.
That was how he imagined a Necromancer should be.
However, Edmond quickly put aside that disappointment and began to carefully observe the undead in front of him.
There weren’t many types of undead either, only two.
One was the skeletons he saw yesterday, and the other was moving corpses.
Arnold did not notice Edmond’s thoughts and started to explain directly:
“I currently have two types of undead: one is skeletons, and the other is zombies.”
Subsequently, he began to earnestly introduce these two types of undead to Edmond.
Finally, after listening carefully to everything, Edmond asked a question:
“Teacher, just how many types of undead are there?”
Arnold paused, opening his mouth as if to give a definite answer, but in the end, he just shook his head helplessly:
“I do not know either; there should be many types of undead…
but currently, I only know of these two types, skeletons and zombies.”
When he said this, his gaze lowered slightly.
Edmond nodded, having gained some understanding in his heart.
It seemed that his teacher was not very strong.
After seeing all of his teacher’s undead, Edmond returned to his room and began to practice Mage Hand.
Arnold did not follow to guide him, instead saying to come and ask him if there were any questions.
Although his strength was not very great, he had at least been a Necromancer for over thirty years.
During this time, he had figured out one thing: what a mage needs most is to study and research on their own.
If one relied entirely on others’ teaching, one would never get very far.
And…
Arnold looked up, watching the figure moving inside the room.
Edmond’s talent was far greater than his own; teaching him might not even be as effective as him studying on his own.
Since that was the case, it was better to let him explore on his own.
After returning to his room, Edmond began to study the Mage Hand Spell.
After carefully reading through all the details of Mage Hand once more, Edmond took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
His Mental Power began to disperse, and once again, he “saw” the various colors of magic in the air.
Subsequently, he began to manipulate that Necrotic Magic, setting it into motion along the Spell pattern described in the book.
Besides Spell patterns, some Spells also required gestures and incantations to assist.
However, the Mage Hand recorded in this book did not require those.
Very quickly, under Edmond’s control, an invisible hand of magic slowly appeared in the air.
Seeing this, Edmond was immediately delighted, and his Mental Power fluctuated as a result.
The manipulated magic instantly became unstable, and the magic hand shattered directly.
“Failed again.”
Edmond frowned, feeling a bit helpless about this.
There was no helping it; although his affinity for Necrotic Magic was very high, he had only just come into contact with magic yesterday.
Wanting to master a Spell so quickly, even if it was a very simple introductory Spell, was a very difficult task.
However, he did not give up, but quickly summarized the experience of his failure just now.
Then, Edmond began to practice again.
Every time he failed, he would summarize the reason for the failure and make adjustments during the next practice.
However, every practice session caused a certain amount of drain on Edmond’s Mental Power.
So after practicing a dozen times or so, he stopped because his Mental Power was too depleted.
“Ugh~”
Edmond reached out and rubbed his throbbing head.
His Mental Power had been depleted by about half, but he was already feeling obvious discomfort.
So, for safety’s sake, he should rest for a while before trying again.
After all, he wasn’t pressed for time, and Meditation would allow him to fully recover his Mental Power quickly.
Subsequently, Edmond began to recover his Mental Power through Meditation.
After recovering sufficiently, he began practicing Mage Hand again.
Finally, by the evening, Edmond had mastered his first Spell.
Sitting in his chair, Edmond took a deep breath, then channeled his Mental Power to condense an invisible, large magic hand.
“Success!”
Seeing this, Edmond was overjoyed, but he still suppressed the excitement in his heart, driving the magic hand to pick up the book on the desk and pass it to him.
Looking at the book floating in front of him, Edmond was very excited.
And just at this moment, his teacher Arnold pushed the door open and walked in, intending to call Edmond for dinner.
When he saw the book floating in the air in front of Edmond, his body instantly froze.
“You…
succeeded?!”
He exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief.
Mage Hand was also the first Spell he had learned back then.
He still clearly remembered that it had taken him almost half a month to barely master it.
But what was this situation before his eyes?
How much time had passed?
It had been barely a day, and Edmond had already mastered it.
Hearing the movement at the door, Edmond turned his head and saw Arnold standing there.
“Teacher, look, I have successfully mastered a Spell.”
His tone was full of excitement.
Arnold opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he only told Edmond to go downstairs for dinner and didn’t say anything more.
Edmond did not notice anything amiss, and after casting Mage Hand a few more times, he went downstairs to eat, feeling satisfied.
After finishing dinner, Edmond began to study the next Spell.
After careful selection, he finally chose to learn Ghost Fireball.
Compared to Mage Hand, the difficulty of learning Ghost Fireball was much higher.
The effect of Ghost Fireball was to condense a ball of ghost fire, which had quite strong power.
This time, it took Edmond a full two days to finally master Ghost Fireball completely.
In front of the small building, Edmond stood on an open space, and not far away was a target made of wood.
“Hoo~”
Under the control of his Mental Power, a green fireball the size of half a head condensed out of thin air beside Edmond.
That ghost fire floated silently in the air, emitting a ghostly green light.
“Whoosh~”
Edmond pointed forward, and the fireball shot out, accurately hitting the wooden target.
“Bang!”
The moment it made contact with the target, the fireball violently exploded, and its powerful force completely blew apart more than half of the target’s surface.
The remaining green flames did not extinguish but kept burning on the remains of the target, quickly reducing the entire target to ashes.
Looking at the powerful force of the Ghost Fireball, Edmond excitedly clenched his fist.
Unlike Mage Hand, Ghost Fireball was a genuine offensive Spell.
Mastering this Spell brought him a completely different feeling.
And in front of the small building, Arnold stood there watching that scene just now, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Back then, it had taken him a full month or so to successfully learn Ghost Fireball.
But as for Edmond, he had easily mastered Ghost Fireball in just two days.
This terrifying talent was truly too astonishing.
But…
Thinking of the erosion of the body caused by Necrotic Magic, Arnold shook his head in regret.
If only this kind of talent were applied to magic of other attributes, how good that would be.