No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

"That won't be necessary."

Roger shook his head. "I prefer to be alone. The place I'm going to next is very far away, so it's not suitable to bring anyone else along."

"Oh, you got rejected..."

Pierre lowered his head in pain, like an abandoned old dog.

Roger placed his hand on his shoulder: "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. Although I can't take you as my apprentice..."

"But if you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Teach me, teach me?!"

Pierre looked up abruptly, his expression frozen in place.

"I'm a very generous person."

Roger narrowed his eyes and smiled. "God-level healing magic is just a magic trick in my eyes. I can teach you on the spot if you want."

"Master!"

"Ah, Master! Is this true?!" Pierre was shocked, his eyes instantly welled up with tears, and turbid old tears rolled down his cheeks.

It's true.

“I never lie or deceive anyone,” Roger said with a frank smile.

Pierre opened his mouth, his lips trembling several times, before finally managing to speak as if he had used all his strength: "God-level healing magic... such a precious thing, and you're actually willing to give it to me!!"

"...Mmm! I'm so happy!!"

"I'm so touched that my master has placed such high hopes on me!"

Then, he suddenly raised his sleeve and vigorously wiped his face, his expression suddenly becoming serious: "But, Master, please allow me to refuse."

"what?"

"reject?"

"What's going on? Didn't you want to learn?"

Pierre took a deep breath, and a rare clarity appeared in his cloudy eyes: "To be honest, Master... I want to learn god-level healing magic. I've dreamed of learning it for the rest of my life."

"But I know that my talent is no match for Master's. Forcing myself to master that level of power would be like a child wielding a giant axe, hurting both myself and others."

He touched his gleaming glasses, straightened his posture, and slowly began to speak: "I wonder if Master has ever heard of the very famous drama in this country, the story of 'The Golden Knight' Aldebaran?"

"Huh?"

Roger was taken aback.

Pierre recounted: "The 'Golden Knight' Aldebaran was a hero of the Second War between Humans and Demons, making countless contributions to the human race."

"However, after achieving great success, he was betrayed and cruelly murdered by his subordinates out of fear. This is the most widely circulated drama in the Kingdom of Asura... Those who possess power that is not commensurate with themselves will eventually perish."

"God-level healing magic is so precious that it could drive anyone in the world crazy."

“Since I am self-aware, I know that I will not be able to learn this technique. Even if I manage to learn it, I will not be able to control its power and it will bring disaster upon myself.”

"Not only will you not live a secure life then, but you will also bring trouble upon yourself. Rather than that, it is better to let go decisively from the beginning."

Roger glanced at him with considerable surprise.

It was unexpected, very unexpected.

This person is much more insightful than he imagined.

He is not only able to control his own desires and not lose his true self, but he is even clear-headed enough to refuse what he longs for.

Chapter 36 God-level magic, all things are born from a single thought.

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Rogge was silent for a moment.

To be honest, he had said a few words to this old man because of Sarah's family... He thought this old man was someone who held a grudge against him and was chasing after him to steal from him in preparation for revenge.

That was what he originally thought.

I thought I could easily see through people's hearts, but in reality, people's hearts are the most unpredictable and the most complex and changeable thing.

Unexpectedly... I misjudged it.

His insightful world allows him to see the true essence of all things, but the one thing he cannot see through is the human heart.

Roger slowly walked up and patted the old man on the shoulder: "Pierre, I acknowledge you. You are more clear-headed than most people I know. You are good."

………………

Pierre paused for a moment, then grinned, his face crinkling into wrinkles like a child's.

He then began to get serious.

"Ahem, Master, although it may be a bit presumptuous... I have something to say, but I'm not sure if I should..."

"You said."

"Right, stand up before we talk."

Rogge noticed that he was still kneeling on the ground.

Pierre remained unmoved: "No, let the disciple kneel like this."

"Only in this way can we better admire your face and your greatness."

"Enough, stop!"

"That's enough!"

Rogge waved his hand to stop him, sighing helplessly, "If you keep going like this, I'll really expel you from the sect. So... let's get back to the previous topic. What do you want to tell me?"

"Cough cough!"

Pierre then composed himself and said seriously, "Disciple hopes that Master will use divine-level healing magic less often in front of others in the future. In fact, for Fonica's condition before, intermediate or advanced healing magic would have been more than enough, and there was no need to use divine-level magic at all."

"Please don't misunderstand, this disciple is not acting out of jealousy or any other motive, but simply because divine-level healing magic is extremely rare."

"Once this gets out to someone with ulterior motives, Master will instantly become the target of everyone's attacks. At that time, he will be surrounded by wolves, and everyone will want to pounce on him and tear him apart."

“Every country and every ambitious person will regard a god-level healing magician like Master as a valuable strategic resource and try every means to possess him.”

He paused, his tone growing heavier: "At that time, Master will become a piece of meat that countless people will fight over, never having a moment of peace. To put it more seriously, Master will even..."

"I'll be imprisoned and lose my freedom forever, right?"

Roger suddenly spoke.

Pierre paused for a moment, then nodded: "Hmm...not bad. Even your disciple could think of this. Master has indeed seen through this long ago."

A hint of appreciation appeared in Rogge's eyes.

Although this person spoke bluntly and harshly, he was genuinely concerned for his own safety.

After all, in this world, magicians may be useful, but their combat ability is practically nonexistent.

Let alone a magician of the same level fighting a swordsman, even a swordsman several levels lower could easily kill a magician.

Magicians need to chant to cast spells, and by the time they finish reciting the incantation, countless people have already been killed.

Thinking about it this way... I realized how overpowered the skill "no chanting" is for a magician; it's practically a wheelchair skill.

However, to be fair...

He also wanted to use intermediate and advanced healing magic, but the other party would definitely not expect it... Apart from god-level healing magic, the only thing he was good at in terms of healing was the beginner healing magic that Teacher Luo Qixi taught him at the beginning.

I learned this skill so I could eat pufferfish.

Pierre probably never imagined that all of Roger's magic was at the upper level... his most impressive skill was actually divine healing magic.

Just as Pierre was endlessly praising and worshipping Rogge, the animal skin backpack on Rogge's back suddenly twitched.

Then the little red dragon in the backpack suddenly poked its head out.

Having had enough sleep, he curiously looked around at the outside world.

Upon seeing the red scales, Pierre's eyes widened instantly, and he jumped up: "Whoa! A monster! It's a monster attack!"

"Master, quickly hide!"

"I will cover your retreat! Even if it means sacrificing myself, I will buy Master a chance to escape!"

"Run away!"

He suddenly stood in front of Rogge, spreading his arms wide, looking as if he were ready to die.

However, what was in front of him was just a red dragon cub the size of a ball, which had just woken up and looked completely bewildered, clearly not yet understanding the situation.

Roger calmly patted Pierre on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, this is my pet."

"Ooh, ooh ooh!"

"Oh, it's a pet!"

Pierre breathed a sigh of relief, then exclaimed in amazement, "As expected of Master, he can actually tame monsters as pets! What type of monster is this little red lizard? Is it a hybrid lizard species?"

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