I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: The Wailing Flames of the Tomb!

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

Koraya Cep was practically itching to drag the unconscious Medro Cep up and give him another beating!

From Dean Bruce's words, he could tell that Dean Bruce had no interest in these matters whatsoever.

Yet Medro Cep had provocatively instigated the situation, bringing about all this trouble.

Now that Medro Cep was unconscious, even if they were to elect a new leader, it had nothing to do with him.

Even if Dean Bruce did not take the position of leader, the Cep family had suffered significant losses this time, investing time and effort only to create an opportunity for others!

Dean Bruce spoke nonchalantly, "You all can decide the leader among yourselves. I just want to live a peaceful life."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

This was the first time they had encountered someone who didn't care about the leader position in such a large organization!

After saying this, Dean Bruce nodded at Nicholas William and said softly, "Nicholas, come back. You performed well today. I will teach you stronger magic, so that one day you can overcome your enemies despite the level difference!"

"Rather than being bullied by others because of their levels, like today!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

With that, Nicholas William couldn't contain his excitement and hurried over to Dean Bruce.

Only then did the onlookers realize that the incredible magic they had witnessed earlier had all come from Dean Bruce!

Jennier William nodded; having truly seen Dean Bruce's power, she had come to acknowledge her brother's teacher.

With Medro Cep unconscious, Koraya Cep and the others were quite busy. They had already stated that they could not contest for the leadership position, and now they couldn't go back on their word.

Thus, the various factions began discussing the election of a new leader.

With the earlier battle involving Dean Bruce and the others, they decided to settle the matter through strength. Even Obona Jones chose to participate in the contest for the leader position.

At that moment, Dean Bruce and Nicholas were calmly sitting at the table, enjoying their food while chatting.

Nicholas William asked curiously, "Teacher, it seems that The Interrogation of the Soul can only be used on group targets. For a single target, aside from being able to control them for a short time, it doesn't really have any effect! And it can be easily dispelled. How can we improve it?"

"Fool," Dean Bruce replied casually. "Do you remember the incantation?"

"Of course I remember!" Nicholas William promptly recited the incantation again.

Dean Bruce didn't interrupt him. Once he finished, he spoke, "The broken body—have you comprehended it?"

"Can water harm anyone?"

"Does mud only immobilize someone, or does it have other means?"

A series of questions made Nicholas William's eyes light up, and he murmured, "That's right! Water, no matter how soft, can still shatter rocks! And once someone is trapped in mud, it can suffocate them!"

Dean Bruce nodded, feeling pleased with Nicholas William's insight.

Although this line of thinking wasn't particularly extraordinary, it showed a certain depth of understanding. It was clear he had an open mind, which explained why he could grasp high-level spells so quickly.

While Nicholas William pondered, Dean Bruce also fell into thought about what kind of magic would be best to teach him next.

Suddenly, Erla Jones leaned in and whispered, "Dean, did you teach those spells? Do you want to see if I have any talent?"

Her interruption didn't anger Dean Bruce; instead, he pretended to scrutinize her carefully before shaking his head. "You have decent talent, but the magic I teach is different from normal magic. You are not suited for it."

"Is that so?" Erla Jones looked disappointed, but she could see that Nicholas William's incantations while casting spells were indeed unique, and she didn't suspect Dean Bruce was intentionally refusing her.

As a result, Erla's gaze towards Nicholas William turned envious.

After some time, Nicholas William exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you, boss! I understand now—this spell has so many areas for improvement! I will definitely work hard to practice!"

"Good, you are teachable," Dean Bruce nodded and said softly, "Have you finished eating? If so, we might as well leave here together!"

"I've been wanting to leave for a while!" Nicholas William grumbled. "I hate these kinds of events. Everyone clearly doesn't want to be here, yet they still put on a show of enthusiasm, trying to find ways to profit from it. It's just disgusting."

Lina Jones nodded in agreement, saying, "I feel the same way. Unfortunately, with my status, I can't escape these situations."

"You too," Lina added, glancing at Nicholas William. "You will not only inherit the position of city lord in the future, but if your power is strong enough, you might even be transferred to the imperial capital, and your entire family will rise to greater heights! By then, you won't be able to distance yourself from all of this!"

At her words, Nicholas William couldn't help but chuckle wryly.

Dean Bruce looked at the two of them with an oddly amused expression. One was a future saintess, and the other was set to inherit the city lord title—yet they were still complaining?

Then he realized that people are inherently contradictory beings.

When you have something, you often find faults in it, dreaming of a better life!

"Since that's the case, shall we leave together?" Dean Bruce was ready to depart.

In his mind, he thought they were referring to the Relics that suppressed the black dragon, so he had no intention of exploring with them.

With Medro Cep's situation resolved, the show had reached a perfect conclusion, and he naturally didn't want to linger any longer.

Lina Jones knew Dean Bruce intended to teach magic, so she quickly shook her head, saying, "You all go ahead. I want to stay a little longer to see if I can gather more information about the Relics."

Nodding, Dean Bruce didn't press the matter further. He took Nicholas William and left the banquet, signaling for the people from the Notting City lord's estate to exit the Cep family grounds.

Sitting in the carriage, Nicholas William took out a scroll and tore it apart.

Buzz—

A faint light curtain appeared, enveloping the two like starlight.

Nicholas William said respectfully, "Teacher, I've used the magic scroll. Now our conversation can't be heard by anyone else. What new spell do you plan to teach me?"

"Hmm, the spell I will teach you is a purely offensive Ultra-High-Level spell, called the Tomb of Wailing Flames!"

Dean Bruce's voice grew serious. "I walk into a vast graveyard, where the dense mounds cause the ground to undulate! The coffins are all open, flames burning inside, accompanied by the sounds of wailing!"

Having experienced this twice before, Nicholas William no longer found the incantation strange. He nodded and said, "This spell sounds impressive. From the incantation, it seems to be a magic that combines earth and fire elements?"

"It also has group control effects, with flames that burn and scorch! Thank you, teacher, for imparting such a powerful spell to me!"

Even though Nicholas William had previously grasped magic through his ancestor's explanations, his broadened perspective allowed him to quickly accept and understand this spell as well.

Dean Bruce replied calmly, "A master leads you to the door, but the cultivation depends on the individual. You must comprehend these yourself. If you grasp some aspects but overlook others, I can offer hints, but I can't provide too much guidance yet."

"I don't want you to walk the same path as I did!"

"Understood, teacher. I will be careful," Nicholas William replied, nodding earnestly.

Dean Bruce pondered whether he should teach the same spell to more people.

Though the rewards might be less, having the system's insights would make teaching easier. He could directly instruct them rather than leaving them to figure things out on their own, speeding up the process.

For a moment, the carriage fell into silence.

After a long while, Nicholas William spoke up. "Teacher, I've gained some insight. If I find some time to practice carefully, I should be able to grasp it."

Dean Bruce nodded in satisfaction and then said, "Just take me to the Jones family later. I have some matters to discuss with them."

"Hehe, got it!"

Nicholas William smiled, then added with a hint of awe, "By the way, teacher, you're really bold. You just killed someone from the Magic Guild, and yet you still dare to attend this kind of banquet! Aren't you afraid that the Magic Guild will sense your presence?"

"..."

Dean Bruce replied, surprised, "The people from the Magic Guild attending this banquet aren't here to scout Notting City. How could they possibly sense my presence? Or do those from the Magic Guild have some special means?"

Nicholas William, having already learned of Dean Bruce's peculiarities from his ancestor, didn't think much of it and nodded. "The Magic Guild has developed a spell that can record a person's aura and transmit it remotely through magic!"

"Moreover, that method can record an aura for up to half a month, which is why I urged you to leave earlier!"

Upon hearing this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.