7: Chapter 7: Having a background is an advantage

They arrived at the deck and found a secluded spot, where the three of them sat cross-legged facing each other.

After sitting down, Eliza did not speak immediately; instead, she closed her eyes and remained silent.

Seeing this, Byron did not rush her, and when Gray tried to speak, he stopped him.

Seeing the confusion in Gray's eyes, Byron did not explain anything, merely gesturing for him to wait patiently.

He knew in his heart that at this moment, it was better to remain still than to act.

After a while, Eliza finally opened her eyes again, looked at the two of them, and said with a smile:

"I am truly sorry; I delayed things a bit just now."

Byron waved his hand with a smile: "It's fine; we are the ones benefiting from this anyway."

Gray nodded incessantly at the side, but his eyes were practically burning with anticipation.

Watching Gray's anxious appearance, Eliza's lively eyes rolled, and she spoke with a smile.

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"The destination of this ship, and the Wizard Academy we are about to enter, is called the Dark Eclipse Wizard Academy, just as Wizard Klevin mentioned before."

Gray couldn't help but nod; he had not forgotten.

Upon hearing this, Byron pondered in his heart why Eliza would bring this up.

However, he did not rush to ask, instead waiting for what Eliza would say next.

"It is located on the peninsula at the furthest northwest end of the Wizard Continent. Besides it, there are two other Wizard Academies on the peninsula, called Cold Shadow and White Tower."

"The Dark Erosion is a purely Dark Wizard Academy, while the other two are White Wizard Academies."

Hearing this, Gray finally couldn't help but interrupt Eliza to ask.

"Eliza, what is the difference between a Dark Wizard and a White Wizard? Judging by the name, are Dark Wizards those kinds of evil wizards?"

Byron did not speak, but his gaze also tightened, his eyes fixed on Eliza, waiting for what she would say next.

Eliza: "I don't know much about this, only the general idea."

"Essentially, there is no difference. Whether it is a White Wizard or a Dark Wizard, within the Wizard World, they both share a common identity."

Saying this, Eliza took a deep breath, her tone becoming solemn.

"They are all existences born for the 'Great Expedition'."

"However, the way the Dark Wizard Academy trains students is quite brutal. Not only does it allow cruel competition among students, but it even encourages mutual slaughter and plunder at the fundamental level."

"The living environment there is more than ten times harsher than that of the White Wizard Academies; if you are not careful, not even your bones will be left."

"However, this is all based on the accounts of my Wizard ancestor; as for how much of it is true, I cannot say."

Hearing this, Byron's heart sank slightly.

But Gray's attitude was the opposite of Byron's; his eyes lit up, and he appeared very excited.

"Eliza, your Family has actually produced a great Wizard! Doesn't that mean we will have a background once we enter the academy, and someone will be able to look after us?!"

"Gray, stop dreaming." Eliza shook her head with a bitter smile, directly cutting off his fantasy.

"My ancestor was from the White Tower Wizard Academy and was a White Wizard. It is not the Dark Eclipse Wizard Academy we are going to; they are two completely different academies."

Gray felt a bit down, but Byron keenly sensed something wrong in her words.

"Eliza, aren't they all from the same continent? How could they go to two different Wizard Academies?"

Eliza's expression was also a bit confused, and she shook her head: "I don't know about this either; my ancestor never mentioned anything about this."

Byron felt helpless in his heart and could only let this matter pass for now: "Alright, Eliza, please continue."

"The last point, and also the most important one."

Eliza's tone grew heavier: "Wizards have many auxiliary subjects, but they can generally be divided into Potions, Alchemy, Magic Array, and Enchantment."

"When you arrive at the academy and choose a mentor, try your best to choose a mentor in these fields. I believe it will be of great help to your path as a Wizard."

Gray asked in confusion: "Why is that?"

Eliza gave a mischievous smile: "Don't worry about the specific reasons; just remember it well."

Hearing this, Gray did not ask again and just nodded.

Having said that, Eliza also put away her solemnity and returned to her bright smile.

Gray and Byron both smiled and thanked Eliza, not saying anything to dampen the mood.

Hearing the two of them, the smile on Eliza's face brightened even more, and she said with a smile:

"What is there to thank me for? We are companions, and I have a purpose for doing this, which is to hope that we can help each other after entering the academy. After all, I am just a weak young woman."

Hearing this, Byron smiled and agreed, while Gray patted his chest in assurance.

However, Byron was clear-headed: among the three, Eliza had the best Aptitude, and in terms of future prospects, she was far ahead of the two of them.

Byron even knew in his heart that although he had caught up with Eliza in terms of Aptitude, Eliza's Aptitude was well-known, and the support and attention she received would be far greater than his.

Their starting points were simply not on the same level.

Of course, this was without counting the Eye of Omniscience; if that were counted, the result would be different.

However, Byron did not easily believe all the intelligence shared by Eliza.

After all, her ancestor was from a White Wizard Academy; their stances were different, and when saying these things, she might have mixed in some personal emotional factors, more or less.

...

Just as Eliza's little lecture was taking place, on the top floor of the sailboat, in a room that was extremely luxurious and surrounded by heavy Magic Arrays.

Under the dim candlelight, on a wide rosewood table, a crystal ball the size of a human head was emitting a faint, eerie light.

Inside the crystal ball, the clear image of the three of them—Byron, Eliza, and Gray—talking on the deck was reflected!

As the three of them stood up and left, until they entered the room, the image inside the crystal ball shattered like a reflection on water, dissipating into darkness.

Andrei moved his gaze away from the crystal ball and looked at Klevin.

"Klevin, by exchanging information like this, aren't you worried it will affect our plan?"

Klevin leaned lazily against the soft back of his chair, looking at the pitch-black crystal ball, and shook his head.

"Andrei, these three are all smart little guys; they won't do anything stupid."

"Furthermore, if there is a problem with the plan, your profits will also be damaged. If you aren't worried, why should I be?"

Andrei said disdainfully: "Cowardly."

Klevin rolled his eyes at Andrei.

"Fine, I am cowardly, and you are brave. Go and warn those three."

"If you go, I will give you half a percent of my profits. How about it? Do you have the guts?!"

Andrei shook his head frankly: "No."

Klevin: "Then that's that. I am afraid of offending an Official Wizard, and aren't you afraid too? So, we can only pretend not to see this matter. As long as these three don't affect our plan, let everything else be."

"After all, they are not our targets; there is absolutely no need to bring trouble upon ourselves for no reason."

Andrei nodded without speaking, and the two fell into silence.

"An Official Wizard, huh—"

After a long while, a sigh suddenly came from the silent room, filled with complex emotions.

There was longing, and there was fear.