Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Upon reaching the deck, they found a secluded spot and sat cross-legged facing each other.

After sitting down, Eliza did not speak immediately, but remained silent with her eyes closed.

Seeing this, Byron did not urge him, and he also stopped Gray from speaking.

Seeing Gray's puzzled look, Byron didn't explain anything, but simply gestured for him to wait patiently.

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

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

"I'm so sorry, I was a little delayed."

Byron waved his hand with a smile: "It's alright, we're the ones who benefited from this."

Gray nodded repeatedly, but his eyes seemed to be straining to see what was going on.

Seeing Gray's anxious expression, Eliza's bright eyes lit up, and she smiled as she spoke.

"The destination of this ship, which is also the wizarding academy we are going to enter, is called the Dark Eclipse Wizarding Academy, as Wizard Klevin mentioned before."

Gray nodded; he hadn't forgotten.

Upon hearing this, Byron pondered why Eliza would say such a thing.

However, he did not rush to ask, but waited for Eliza to speak next.

"It is located on a peninsula at the farthest northwestern tip of the Wizarding Continent, and on the peninsula, besides it, there are two other wizarding academies, named Cold Shadow and White Tower."

"Dark Eclipse Academy is a pure dark wizard academy, while the other two are white wizard academies."

Hearing this, Gray finally couldn't help but interrupt Eliza and asked.

"Eliza, what's the difference between a dark wizard and a white wizard? Judging from the name, does a dark wizard sound like an evil wizard?"

Byron didn't speak, but his gaze also narrowed slightly as he stared at Eliza, waiting for her to continue.

Eliza: "I don't know much about it either, just the general idea."

"They are essentially no different. Whether they are white wizards or dark wizards, they all share a common identity in the wizarding world."

At this point, Eliza took a deep breath, and her tone became serious.

"They were all born for the 'Great Dimensional Expedition'."

"However, the Dark Wizard Academy trains its students in a rather brutal way. It not only allows for fierce competition among students, but also encourages mutual killing and plundering at the underlying level of rules."

"The living conditions there are more than ten times worse than those of white wizard trainees. If you are not careful, you will be left with nothing but bones."

"However, all of this is based on what my wizard ancestor told me, and how much of it is true or false is unknown."

Upon hearing this, Byron's heart sank slightly.

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

"Eliza, your family has produced a great wizard! Doesn't that mean we'll have a powerful background when we enter the academy, someone to protect us?!"

"Gray, stop dreaming." Eliza shook her head with a wry smile, directly extinguishing his fantasy.

"My ancestor was a student at the White Tower Wizarding Academy and was a White Wizard. It's not the Dark Erosion Wizarding Academy we're going to; they're two completely different academies."

Gray was in a low mood, but Byron keenly sensed something was wrong.

"Eliza, aren't we all from the same continent? How come you're going to two different wizarding academies?"

Eliza looked somewhat bewildered and shook her head: "I don't know either. Our ancestors never mentioned anything about that."

Byron felt helpless and could only leave that matter aside for now: "Alright, Eliza, you can continue."

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

Eliza emphasized, "Wizardry has many sub-disciplines, but they can be broadly divided into potions, alchemy, magic circles, and enchanting."

"When you arrive at the academy and choose your mentors, try to select those who specialize in this area. I believe this will greatly help your future wizarding journey."

Gray asked, puzzled, "Why is that?"

Eliza smiled mischievously: "Don't worry about the specific reasons, just remember them."

Upon hearing this, Gray didn't ask any more questions, but simply nodded.

At this point, Eliza also composed herself and regained her bright smile.

Gray and Byron both thanked Eliza with smiles, without saying anything to spoil the mood.

Upon hearing their conversation, Eliza's smile widened even further, and she said with a laugh:

"There's nothing to thank me for. We're companions, and I did this with a purpose in mind: I hope we can help each other after we enter the academy. After all, I'm just a weak little girl."

Upon hearing this, Byron smiled and nodded in agreement, while Gray patted his chest and assured him.

However, Byron knew perfectly well that Eliza was the most talented of the three, and her future prospects were much greater than the other two.

Even Byron knew in his heart that although he had caught up with Eliza in terms of talent, Eliza's talent was obvious, and she received much more support and attention than him.

The two of them were not even on the same starting line.

Of course, this is without considering the all-seeing eye; if it were included, the result would be different.

However, Byron did not readily believe all the information Eliza shared.

After all, her ancestor came from the White Wizard Academy, and given their different stances, he might have mixed in some personal emotions when he said these things.

........

Just as Eliza's Little Classroom was in session, on the top deck of the sailboat, in an extremely luxurious room shrouded in layers of magic arrays.

In the dim candlelight, a crystal ball the size of a human head was emitting a faint glow on a large rosewood table.

Inside the crystal ball, a clear image of Byron and his two companions conversing on the deck was vividly reflected!

As the three got up and left, the image inside the crystal ball in the room, like a shattered reflection on water, dissipated into complete darkness.

Andrei looked away from the crystal ball and at Klevin.

"Klevin, won't exchanging information like this affect our plans?"

Klevin leaned back lazily in his soft chair, looked at the dark crystal ball, and shook his head.

"Andley, these three are all smart kids, they won't do anything stupid."

"Besides, if the plan goes wrong, your profits will also be affected. If you're not worried, why should I be?"

Andre scoffed, "Coward."

Klevin rolled his eyes at Andre.

"Fine, I'm timid, but you're bold. Go and warn these three."

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

Andre shook his head frankly: "No."

Klevin: "That settles it then. I'm afraid of offending a formal wizard, and so are you, so we can just pretend we don't see it. As long as these three don't affect our plans, the rest is up to us."

"After all, they are not our target, so there is no need to create trouble for ourselves."

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

"A formal wizard—"

After a long while, a sigh suddenly came from the quiet room, the emotion complex.

There was longing, and there was fear.