Chapter 441 We speak English, I understand it.
Sable had transformed into a small dog and was hiding in a corner, too afraid to make a sound.
When Moros used his power of space to arrive in the yard, he hadn't noticed Sable initially, so Sable couldn't hide in time. Just as he was about to, he felt his soul energy being sealed.
When Moros announced his name, Sable was almost scared to death.
Although Sable was a Shapeshifter lord, what was he compared to Moros, a deity of witchcraft who mastered the laws of space?
Sable even thought Moros had come to kill him.
"Sable, don't be afraid, continue to help me take care of the yard," William said. He had clearly thought this through,it was best to keep these Shapeshifter lords and deity of witchcraft occupied with tasks, or else they would surely cause trouble when idle.
Hearing William say this, Sable finally breathed a sigh of relief.
From what he had seen, Moros seemed to respect William.
At this moment, Sable felt somewhat grateful to William. If it weren't for him, encountering a terrifying deity of witchcraft like Moros would mean certain death, wouldn't it?
Just then, Moros gave Sable a deep look, causing Sable to shrink back in fear.
Moros frowned slowly.
This Shapeshifter's relationship with Mr. Johnson seemed quite good – Mr. Johnson even let him take care of the yard!
He remembered that millions of years ago, taking care of a yard was his job!
"Moros, let's go. You wanted to promote witchcraft, right? I'll take you somewhere," William said, having decided to let Moros teach at the Soulmancer school.
Whether or not he could attract students would be up to his own abilities.
Moros's appointment as a teacher at the Soulmancer school was arranged by William and Steven.
Steven also got him a passport and a new identity, with the name Maximus.
"Mr. Johnson, there are so many people in the world now!" Moros's biggest realization was just how numerous ordinary people were.
William replied, "There are many ordinary people, but not many who can master witchcraft to its fullest extent."
Unlike Soulmancers, much of witchcraft is guided by one's own life force and energy.
Some witchcraft spells that save others often come at the cost of harming oneself.
As for offensive witchcraft spells, those are exceptionally difficult to learn.
The most crucial aspect is that for ordinary people to master witchcraft to its highest level, they need to start from birth, using a witch's blood as a guide and immersing the child in a boiling herbal concoction to strengthen their body and awaken their potential.
Not to mention other factors, just this last step is enough to deter many.
Apart from those in the tribes who believe in the deity of witchcraft, who would dare risk throwing their child into a boiling herbal bath?
Moros chuckled and said, "I found some herbs in the mountains. If there are people willing to learn witchcraft, I can also enhance their bodies. It doesn't necessarily have to start from childhood; it can be done in adulthood too."
For ordinary people to learn witchcraft, they first need to strengthen their bodies with herbs and awaken their potential, otherwise how can they initiate witchcraft using their own blood?
This is why all deity of witchcraft have incredibly strong physical bodies.
Each of the twelve deity of witchcraft, besides their innate talents and special abilities, possesses an immensely strong physique.
But now, Moros no longer seeks to train children from a young age to become wizards with strong bodies.
Adults will do!
Even if they're a bit weaker, that's fine!
William asked, "Haven't you found any talented prospects in your tribe?"
Moros smiled, "Of course, we have. Do you remember the child named Freya? She's only six years old and has already undergone herbal enhancement over a hundred times. I've concocted a new formula for her, and by the age of ten, she'll be able to tear apart those Mortal Deities."
Pausing for a moment, Moros continued, "If it were the past, we would have taken her to the Divine Realm at all costs. But now there's no need, especially since the Divine Realm won't last much longer. Even if we took her there, she might be suppressed by those in the Divine Realm. Here, under my watch, she just needs to grow stronger."
Ten years old and able to go to the Divine Realm, and even defeat Mortal Deities!
William's eyes narrowed slightly. He remembered the child named Freya, but he hadn't paid much attention to her.
One must know, in learning witchcraft, once you safely get through the initial phase, in the later stages, facing others of the same power level, you're almost invincible.
A powerful witch entering the Divine Realm wouldn't abandon their physical body and wouldn't need to reconstruct it with their soul. Their formidable physical body is their most powerful weapon.
"If you're going to recruit apprentices, you'll have to rely on your own skills," William said indifferently. "Once you're in the school, I won't intervene, as long as you don't break any laws."
Moros was quite confident, saying, "Don't worry, there should be plenty of people wanting to learn witchcraft from me."
"Let's hope so," William responded, not inquiring about how he would handle his tribe's affairs in the future.
Since Moros could teleport, looking after Freya and recruiting new apprentices seemed not to be contradictory.
"Mr. Johnson, I wonder who this gentleman is…" Steven looked at Moros, unsure of his identity.
William replied, "He's an elder of the Crimson Emissaries tribe and he's also here to recruit apprentices."
With Steven's strength, William couldn't very well tell him that this man was Moros, one of the deity of witchcraft.
Moros, one of the twelve deity of witchcraft, is extremely powerful and well-known in the Soulmancer community.
Steven was taken aback. This gentleman in a suit and tie was an elder of the Crimson Emissaries Guild?
Steven had visited the Crimson Emissaries Guild before. Back then, he thought he would encounter danger, but was invited in by the tribe's senior witch because he was already a mid-level Soulmancer. Despite the language barrier, they managed to communicate through consciousness.
There, Steven also learned some of the tribe's language from the senior witch.
"Hello, Maximus," Steven awkwardly spoke in the tribe's language.
Moros frowned and said, "We speak English, I understand it."
Compared to the inaccurately pronounced primitive tribal language spoken by Steven, it's better to communicate with him in English.
Steven scratched his head awkwardly, "Oh, so Mr. Maximus speaks our language."
Moros nodded.
"In that case, let me show you to your office," Steven said.
They had set up several large offices in the school, each containing teachers from various guilds, just like a regular school.
Moros nodded in agreement, while William said, "I won't join you. I have a class to attend."
William was there to learn more common magic, not as a teacher, so he didn't need to visit the office.
"Mr. Johnson, take care," Moros said with a smile, respectfully seeing William off.
As William reached the door of Steven's office, he said, "Don't do this at school in the future, I'm just a student."
"Understood!" Moros still didn't raise his head.
Steven noticed that this elder of the Crimson Emissaries tribe must have experienced William's prowess, hence his respectful attitude.
You should know that the folks of the Crimson Emissaries tribe are actually quite xenophobic. If it weren't for the help of an old wizard from the tribe back then, he might have died in Mount Fuji.
"Maximus, come with me. I'll explain our rules and regulations and introduce you to other teachers sent here by various Soulmancer organizations."
So far, Steven found Mr. Maximus to be quite amiable.
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