The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"Actually, I've already mentally constructed it many times. That spell model is indeed quite difficult; I almost made a mistake in the core part..."

Lorraine was a little embarrassed.

He felt he was still lacking something, and that he was just lucky this time. He thought that if he tried to draw it again, there might be some errors.

There was no other way; he had to imagine the runes, describe them, and control the magic network to create spell models—it was practically like doing three things at once.

And he still has the most difficult incantation to recite.

"Huh? A spell model? Aren't you drawing runes?" Eileen was starting to get confused.

Lorraine was also taken aback, and replied somewhat confusedly, "No... runes are runes, and spell models are spell models, I can still understand that."

"Besides, don't these two need to be together to unleash the magic? And you also need to add an incantation. This part of the spell is indeed much more difficult than a magic trick."

Eileen squinted, trying to find evidence of his boasting on his face, but his smug look of "pretending to please after doing something wrong" was all too familiar to her.

This silenced her, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

She thought it was already crazy enough that this guy could draw runes after watching a demonstration once, but she didn't expect that he could also learn to construct spell models at the same time.

Or perhaps his spell model wasn't actually constructed successfully? After all, he didn't complete all the steps of casting the spell, and he couldn't see his own model.

She asked, somewhat uncertainly, "You've also constructed the spell model?"

"Yeah, this thing is much harder to make than a fire arrow."

Lorraine scratched his head and continued:

"It's that thing that looks like... uh, a Rubik's Cube with many faces, but it has many nested layers inside. I almost messed up the innermost layer."

He didn't know if geometry existed in this world. He originally wanted to say it was a polyhedral geometric shape, but he found something similar to make it easier for her to understand.

As for the Rubik's Cube, he had seen it in the general store in Shallow Beach Town, and it wasn't cheap.

"So you really were reading a book just now?"

Eileen rubbed her head, her red hair dancing wildly between her fingers, and said:

"What you just mentioned... I've pictured it in my mind many times, what does it mean?"

"Well..." Lorraine thought carefully and said, "When you were demonstrating just now, I wrote down every stroke of that rune and then tried to draw it out in my mind several times."

The same goes for spell models. The models in the book are already very clear, and you added annotations for the difficult parts. I just followed that path and recreated it.

To be honest, drawing runes and sculpting a model at the same time is quite difficult; I almost couldn't keep up just now.

Eileen felt she must still be dreaming. She slapped her face hard with both hands, but the pain told her she wasn't dreaming.

She could understand drawing runes in her mind, but what the heck was creating spell models?

She tried it out, and although she could imagine the magic model of the disguise technique, it was very vague, almost just the outer shell, and the details inside were a complete mess.

Can you still clearly visualize those complex patterns in your mind?

Is this guy even human?

She had never met anyone in person, but after looking at the spell models in the book for a while and repeatedly tracing them in her mind, she was able to sculpt the models by following the paths.

And this guy even looked embarrassed, as if he had done a bad job.

That's absolutely infuriating!!!

"Teacher Eileen?"

"Don't call me teacher."

Eileen leaned to one side, propping her head up with her hand, her gaze unfocused as she stared into the air, as if deep in thought.

A strand of her red hair slipped down from her ear, hanging over the edge of her nightgown collar, overlapping with the exposed half of her shoulder.

Eileen suddenly felt a little lost.

Because she realized that the possibility of some things might no longer be zero.

But she dared not delve too deeply into that possibility.

Seeing her lost in thought, Lorraine quickly glanced at her shoulder, then carefully extended two fingers, pinched the edge of her robe, and pulled it up.

"Do you know how long it took me to memorize the disguise spell model?" Eileen asked casually, without even changing the direction of her gaze.

"long time?"

"It took me an afternoon just to memorize the order of each stroke, and another two whole days to barely manage to construct it, let alone release it along with the runes and spells."

Eileen shifted her gaze from the air to his face and began to recount her experiences with remarkable calmness.

But the complex emotions contained in those eyes gave Lorraine a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Do you know," she said, "that what you just did is something many apprentice sorcerers practice their whole lives and still can't do?"

"I have to thank all those homework problems I did in my past life..." Lorraine muttered to herself, not daring to utter a sound.

Although he couldn't decipher the meaning in Eileen's eyes, he could at least sense her genuine expectation of him.

"Lorraine..."

Eileen was silent for a moment. She didn't want to praise the guy, but she was also afraid that he would become immersed in the magic that sorcerers were born with and waste that potential.

"Talent is not only a gift from the gods, but also a great curse."

It can make you fall into the vanity of "I can easily get what others can't".

Until one day you realize that those whose talent is far inferior to yours have all surpassed you.

She paused, looked into Lorraine's eyes, and said:

"Don't become that kind of person, don't waste your talent."

Lorraine certainly knew what Eileen meant; he had heard the story of the tortoise and the hare since he was a child, so how could he not know it?

But looking at Eileen's unusually serious expression, he suddenly felt a very warm feeling, and even felt a little flutter in his heart.

Entering a state of sagehood, he was able to more easily shift his attention away from her beauty, which also allowed him to more clearly perceive her abundant feelings for him.

She could have chosen to handle things strictly by the book and not offer any explanation or warning, since they were originally just employers and employees anyway.

But she still reminded him in that incredibly serious tone not to go astray and not to get caught up in vanity.

This made Lorraine feel an unparalleled sincerity and respect; the girl genuinely cared about her and was thinking of her needs.

Lorraine remained silent for a long time before returning the staff to her, expressing his heartfelt gratitude:

"I understand, thank you, Ms. Eileen."

Eileen tilted her head and stared at him for a while, making sure he really understood what she was saying, before taking the staff.

The staff spun in her hand and struck Lorraine's head in a perfect arc.

She chuckled softly.

"I told you not to call me teacher!"