Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

A day later, the cabin flew over a forest, and Cyrus deliberately slowed down the flight speed, supposedly to enjoy the scenery along the way.

At this point, they were only a few kilometers away from their destination—Ivory Harbor—and could arrive in less than half a day.

"Alright, Hughes, after these three months of study, you have officially begun to understand the Elven language."

"From now on, you can communicate normally with elves in Elvish and understand their magical language."

As he spoke, Cyrus clapped his hands lightly, and Booth, standing beside him, exhaled several beautiful clouds in celebration.

Changing the subject abruptly, Cyrus said seriously:

"However, language is the historical accumulation of a race. It contains the ideas that these races have upheld or changed over time, as well as the evolution of their knowledge system."

"I hope you can continue to learn and understand how different races perceive the world."

Cyrus spoke with great seriousness. Putting aside his bloodthirsty half-vampire identity, he had dedicated most of his life to the study of "language".

He might even completely integrate into the vampire clan and learn the true origins of these enemies of the Oren plane wizards.

"Oh, and also... take this, consider it payment for these past few days."

Cyrus pulled out another book, with a blood-red cover, but it wasn't the same one. He handed it over, his tone turning somber:

"This is a compilation of vampire languages. Having more ways to communicate is never a bad thing, hehe. In the Blood Domain, everyone speaks their own language. Only nobles have the opportunity to learn the common language."

"Also—never become a blood witch without understanding the magical language of vampires, or you'll end up like the Tunotian family, assimilated by blood energy."

Hughes solemnly accepted the crimson book, a summary of the vampire language by a linguist, whose value was immeasurable.

For wizards, knowledge knows no racial boundaries, but due to the intervention of the Golden Ring Crown, learning the language of vampires is forbidden by default on the continent of Maransel, let alone their magical language.

This is also why the Golden Crown is criticized by wizards from many other planes.

Finally, Cyrus glanced at the pocket watch in his hand and said to Hughes:

"Alright, let's part ways here. Booth won't come with me to the Blood Domain; it will take you back to Everfrost Spire and then back to Mist Valley."

Booth understood Cyrus's words and waved to Hughes.

"Finally, I hope you won't use the vampire language, and that we won't meet in the Blood Realm."

"Professor Cyrus, that—"

"Buzz—!!!"

Suddenly, the metal plaque in front of the cabin burst into green light, enveloping the plaque and instantly obliterating the fine blue patterns on it.

The next second, the blue halo supporting the wooden house vanished with a "pop," and a feeling of weightlessness instantly overwhelmed the two of them. The entire wooden house plummeted straight down into the dense forest below, like a kite with a broken string.

"Rustling sound—"

"Sizzle—click-click—"

The powerful airflow caused the wooden planks outside the house to snap instantly; had it not been for the protection of the runes, the wooden house would have collapsed.

"Bang bang bang—"

At the same time, things weren't going well inside the cabin either. The furniture inside rushed towards the ceiling, poking large holes in it. The two people inside instantly focused their mental energy and imprisoned themselves on the floor.

"Well--"

Hughes gritted his teeth and persevered. As an apprentice, his mental strength was only enough to control some objects, not to effectively envelop his entire body. He could only lift his feet slightly off the ground, which was already his limit.

"Buzz—"

Several pieces of furniture flew towards Hughes, but at the critical moment, Hughes used a deflection field to reverse the flight path of the furniture.

At the same time, Cyrus diverted some of his mental energy, allowing Hughes' feet to touch the ground again, firmly immobilizing his body.

"Get ready! It's about to crash down!"

Soon after, Cyrus roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged at the metal plaque outside that was emitting a green glow. The moment his fingertips touched the scorching hot plaque, the wooden house crashed heavily onto a clearing deep in the dense forest with a loud "boom," raising a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough—"

After a while, the dust gradually settled, and Hughes crawled out from behind the overturned wooden cabinet, the black object on his body turning into smoke and dissipating.

He was covered in dust, but thanks to the protection of the black sphere and the living silver armor, he was not injured.

"Whoosh—"

Once the silver helmet on his head had slipped back down to his neck and his vision had cleared again, Hughes searched around, trying to find Cyrus.

Suddenly, a voice came from above:

"Heh heh, Cyrus—you still can't beat me after all!!!"

Hughes looked up and saw that Cyrus's body was covered in blue runes, and he had slowly risen into the sky at some point.

Opposite him was an old man enveloped in green light, whose voice was extremely hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against his ears.

"Pikulin, long time no see..."

Cyrus said coldly, clearly indicating that the two did not have a good relationship, and that the accident just now was caused by the other party.

"Hahahaha!!! The strange thing is that you showed me the technology behind that metal plaque! And you even took my godson as your apprentice!"

As he spoke, Pikulin's green-glowing hand suddenly reached down, and the green-glowing metal plaque slowly floated up from the ruins of the wooden house, then quickly flew into Pikulin's hand.

The moment it was received, the green light on the metal plate vanished, and a green dot of light appeared on the plate, this time visible to the naked eye.

"Originally, I planned to take this metal plate when those idiots were fighting against you."

"Who knew you'd call over those idiots from the Tunodean family, leaving me with no way to proceed!"

As he spoke, Pikulin burst into laughter again, his tone brimming with undisguised smugness:

"That great battle—it must have taken its toll on you too, right? Your aura is incredibly weak now!"

Cyrus's face darkened; clearly, Pikulin's words were true.

"You must be wondering how I escaped, because—I'm the one who reported the Tunotian family!! Hahahaha!!"

At this moment, out of rage, Pikulin's entire face was twisted and deformed to the extreme, his ugly features contorted into a grimace, his eyes surging with ferocity, making him look extremely ferocious.

"Those idiots, how dare they look down on me! Heh, now look what's happened, they've all embraced death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cyrus launched the first attack. As the water surged, a large ball of water gathered in front of him, and the runes on his body flashed, instantly moving to the surface of the water ball.

"Whoosh—!"

Like a blue meteor, the water sphere, with an overwhelming force, crashed heavily into Pikulin on the opposite side.