Chapter 209: It Is Not Easy to Get Through the Window Opened by God

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Aaron was hammering a red-hot iron block in front of the forging table. He was so devoted that he didn't notice the sweat dripping down his cheeks. He just instinctively used every bit of strength to expel the impurities in the iron block.

Abe was also arranged by Genes to be on a treadmill, forced to consume the fat on his body as quickly as possible.

"Not bad." Alger said proudly, looking at Aaron with admiration, "If he can focus on forging, he will definitely become a forger who surpasses me in the future."

"But this is impossible." Genes glanced at his watch, "In addition, the next class of the young master will be in ten minutes, you see..."

"You are really a spoilsport!" Alger curled his lips and then snapped his fingers.

Snap!

With a crisp sound, everything in the secret room fell into a state of stillness.

"What's wrong?"

Aaron came back to his senses and turned around to look at the two people blankly.

"An hour is almost up, it's time for your next class."

Aaron put the hammer on the forging table and rubbed his sore arm, "What about my sword?"

"Don't worry about that. This secret room is connected to my memory. Everything in the secret room is naturally controlled by me. You can continue to remove impurities in the next class."

"I see." Aaron suddenly realized, then looked at his half-finished sword blank, frowned and said, "So... is this sword I made real?"

"Of course not, those ores are all constructed according to my own memory." Alger noticed Aaron's dark face and immediately added: "I did hoard a batch of rare ores when I was alive, but I didn't give them to a novice to level up. That would be a shameful waste."

"But what you just threw into the furnace was just ordinary iron ore!

I didn't see any of those so-called rare materials."

"Didn't I put the mithril in just now?" Alger turned and looked at Jins and asked.

"It seems not."

"What about the black iron, meteorite, and fire crystal?"

"It seems..." Just as Jins was about to shake his head, he saw Alger's warning eyes and immediately changed his words: "I have been urging Abe to run, and I didn't pay much attention."

"Don't be so serious!" Alger said awkwardly, "This is just a simple simulation, but it can give you a very real experience."

"Haha! It doesn't matter.

Anyway, you left a lot of wealth when you were alive, and they are all waiting for me to inherit!"

Alger was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Although this is true, why does it sound so heartbreaking!

"Just a joke, don't care.

But you have to be more generous. Since it is a memory simulation, don't be reluctant to give up those precious materials." Aaron said, took Abe off the treadmill, and followed Jins to the next classroom.

Alger looked at Aaron's back, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The junior said it lightly. He is a man who regards forging as his life. Seeing those rare materials scrapped is more painful than seeing his own son die.

Since Aaron had successfully graduated in some majors last year, Jins deleted some subjects according to the actual situation. When they entered the second classroom, they saw the white-haired Weihet.

Aaron was about to say hello, but Weihet teleported in front of him.

When their eyes met, the old man showed a playful smile, "Your strength has improved well."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. Did he see that his current magic power was not complete?

It shouldn't be! If it was the thought body that was seen, it would be excusable, but he was the main body, and it should not be exposed.

"Intermediate magician, I can see that you have not wasted this year."

Huh!

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, it's good that he didn't see it.

"Master, are you a mid-level magician?" Jins said in astonishment, "No wonder Lord Alger said you can surpass me within two years."

"Pretend, keep pretending." Aaron sneered, "The ancestors can see it because I am in their memory space, but how can you, a great magician, not see it?"

"He really can't see it." Weihet explained, "The great magician just sounds more advanced, but in fact it's just like that."

Jins blushed slightly, but didn't dare to refute.

Putting aside his identity, this lord can suppress him with one hand whether he is alive or dead.

Aaron was a little speechless when he saw this. Please don't act so embarrassed, okay? This makes me, a mid-level magician, how can I be embarrassed if I am not a magician.

"But Dumbledore is also a great wizard..." Aaron paused for a moment and said with a wry smile: "Well! He is a great wizard who can break through the holy realm at any time, and he is not in the same league as the butler."

"Master." Genes was a little upset and said helplessly: "Please give me some face."

"Next time for sure."

"It's time for class." Weihet looked at Aaron, "Show me your achievements this year."

"I will definitely not let you down." Aaron said proudly, he was very confident in his magic circle.

"But before that, I have a small question, I hope you can help me answer it."

Weihet became interested, "Tell me, there are still questions that bother you."

"What is the method for the great magician to break through the holy realm?"

"State of mind." Weihet said directly, "It has different difficulties for different people. Some people have a transcendent state of mind, and it will come naturally if the magic energy is accumulated enough, while some people have complicated minds, and even if the magic energy exceeds that bottleneck, they can only be bound in place.

The former can see a brand new landscape and move to a higher level, while the latter can only sigh in despair, but this does not prevent them from improving their own foundation. If the talent is high enough, it is not impossible to fight across levels."

Aaron nodded slowly, and finally understood why Dumbledore had been hovering on the edge of the holy realm.

That old man has more than 800 minds and has been focusing on fighting the Dark Lord. It would be strange if he could succeed.

"Apart from reaching the required state of mind, is there any other way?" Aaron asked.

"Of course there is. When God closes a door for you, he will open a window." Weihet said lightly, and then looked at Aaron, "But don't worry, your door is open."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "You and the ancestor Arge like to keep people in suspense. What I want to ask is what's going on with that window?"

Weihet raised his eyebrows, "You don't have to know this."

"What if I must know?" Aaron said solemnly, "This has nothing to do with curiosity, but my main opponent now may be at this level.

He is a lunatic, I need to know if he has the possibility of taking that step."

Hearing this, Weihet looked at Jins, and a fierce momentum burst out instantly, "Is this how you take care of him? At such a young age, he let him provoke a wizard in the quasi-saint realm."

Jins was forced back several steps, his face pale, and the whole person half-knelt on the ground.

"It has nothing to do with him. I was careless." Aaron stood in front of Jins and blocked most of the pressure for him. "It's not a good thing for a person to be too good. Both the black and white are trying every means to win me over."

"The contemporary Dark Lord and White Lord?" Weihet thought for a moment, with a hint of amusement on his lips. "I can imagine your life in Hogwarts. It must be very interesting."

"It's very exciting." Aaron corrected, "The world is not very good now. It's not easy to get along anywhere!"

"Think open-mindedly. Every era is like this.

You don't look for trouble, but trouble will look for you." Weihet said, and then with a wave of his hand, Jins stood up directly, and the pressure on his body suddenly dissipated.

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He knew that this ancestor was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so strong that he could easily control the great magician.

"Ancestor, how strong were you when you were alive!"

"Me?" A trace of regret and a little pride flashed across Weihet's eyes. "If you want to know, wait until Vico comes back and ask in person. There is a record of this in the family history."

"Why don't you just tell me directly?"

"Master." Genes kept shaking his head at Aaron, signaling him not to ask more questions.

"Okay! I was careless." Aaron suppressed his curiosity. Anyway, Vico and the others would be back in a month, and he would know sooner or later.

"Then, ancestor, can you tell me what that window is now?"

"I'm really impressed by you." Weihet said with a wry smile, "If your state of mind is not up to standard and you want to go through the window to the outside world, you can only squeeze it desperately.

This process is very painful. If you don't have enough strength, you can't squeeze it out, but if you squeeze it out, you have to pay some price. The excess magic energy will dissipate involuntarily, and there will be a long period of weakness."

"I think I understand." Aaron touched his chin and pondered: "To pass through that window, the magic energy must exceed that of the Holy Magister by a lot.

And once you cross that threshold, no matter how much magic energy you have accumulated, you will return to the standard of entering the Holy Realm, and your state will decline for a while."

"You can say that." Weihet said with relief.

After getting a positive answer, Aaron breathed a sigh of relief.

This is definitely the best news he has heard this year. Neither Dumbledore nor Voldemort will cross that bottleneck before completely killing each other.

Everyone wants to see the higher scenery, but before the hidden dangers are eliminated, one must restrain one's desire.

Don't make a breakthrough with great difficulty and then be found by the old enemy, it would be too unfair to die.

"I have answered your question for you, now it's time to show me your achievements this year!"

"No problem, but..." Aaron glanced in the direction of Jins. Most of his strength has been exposed, but he still hides the remaining small part.

"You go out first." Weihet said, "I'll take him to the next classroom when the time is up."

"Yes."

Jinns said respectfully, and then opened the door of another secret room.

But as soon as he stepped in, he thought of something and stepped back a little embarrassedly, "Master, can Abe go with me?

You know it. If no one urges it, it will definitely be lazy on the road to losing weight."

Hearing this, Aaron looked at the white dragon hiding in the corner.

Abe covered his shriveled pockets, pretending to be aggrieved, and was about to cry.

Aaron's heart twitched slightly, knowing that Abe was talking about the mountain of snacks taken away by the thought body, and then shook his head helplessly, "Forget it! It's okay to let it rest for a class."