That is one of the most powerful spellcasters in the Tifeng Empire, the supreme ruler of the Royal Society of Mages, the chief magic consultant of His Majesty the Emperor, and the Duke of Bib. Ms. Windsor Mapel.

She was much more ordinary than Mary thought.

Mary looked at the big man standing at the desk with a nearly awe. She thought that the legendary powerful mage would be a more distinctive lady, perhaps a majestic old lady in a starry robe, or a beautiful beauty who used magic to change her body and age, but none of them were, Windsor Mapel looked just an ordinary middle-aged woman, between the ages of thirty and forty, although there was still a charming appearance between her eyebrows and eyes, the traces of time had appeared on her face. She was wearing an ordinary purple robe, with her long hair as light purple casually tied behind her head. She stood there quietly, without even any momentum.

Then Mary saw her mentor move, and the old mage walked slowly to Windsor Mapel, looking up and down with an unrespectful, or even somewhat rude look. Under the shocked gaze of the young apprentice, the old mage nodded: "You have finally stood in this position."

"You are still my mentor," Windsor Mapel with a complicated look. In Mary's gaze that was astonished and even somewhat horrified, she bent down at the old mage, "It's always."

The old mage waved his hand: "But you are not my apprentice anymore."

Mary suddenly took a deep breath. During the short moment just now, she forgot to breathe because of shock. The sound of her breathing also attracted Daniel's attention. The old mage waved to her: "Come here, say hello to Windsor Mapel, she is the president of the Royal Mage Society."

Mary walked up dizzyly, and before she spoke, the awesome lady glanced at her as if the lady hadn't noticed such a stranger in the room until now: "Who is she?"

"My apprentice," Daniel smiled, "better talent than you, but smarter than you."

This was the first time in his life that Mary heard praise from Daniel for herself, although it was not specifically said to her.

"Your...apprentice?" said Windsor Mapel in disbelief, but she quickly returned to normal and nodded to Mary, "Hello, I am Windsor Mapel, the first apprentice to mentor Daniel. Since you are also an apprentice to mentor, you don't have to care about my identity as president."

"My name is Mary," said Mary in fear, "It's very... honored to see you."

Windsor Mapel frowned and asked subconsciously: "Don't have a last name? Ah, I have no intention of offending."

"I picked her up in the countryside, where did she get her last name?" Daniel said casually, and glanced at Mary with a little dissatisfaction, waved her hand impatiently, "I didn't grow in and stand next to her, don't interrupt."

Mary immediately stepped back obediently. Although she had problems with her stomach, she closed her mouth tightly and did not dare to say a word.

And Windsor Mapel looked deeply at him, who was not considered an excellent mage from all aspects and had weak magic reactions in his body, and then turned to Daniel solemnly: "Teacher, I have been looking for you over the years..."

"As the president of the Royal Mage Society, you would have found it long ago," Daniel let out a hoarse chuckling, "And what are you looking for me? Let me continue to accept the mockery of those mentally retarded? Or invite the association's people to visit a famous freak?"

Windsor Mapel's face changed slightly, and she immediately shook her head: "Teacher, you know what I mean. No one underestimates your achievements in the field of magic, but it is just your neural interaction magic..."

The association president suddenly stopped halfway through his words.

She stared at something in her sight behind Daniel's black robe. The restless artificial nerve cords were squirming, and several slender, flashing with slight electric light, as if the blood and metal were combined to extend from the hem of the robe, slowly swinging in Windsor Mapel's gaze, like a blind digging worm, with a blasphemy.

The powerful spellcaster exclaimed in a low voice: "You...have you...have you made it?!"

"I failed, but I also succeeded. Those conservative idiots probably won't admit my success, but I don't care that the theory of neural interaction magic makes sense after all. I can break through my talent limits to what I could not do before," Daniel said in a low voice. "Windsor Mapel, we are not here to talk about this today."

"...Yes, we are not talking about this," Windsor Mapel was silent for a moment, and sighed slightly, "Teacher, I could hardly believe it when I received your letter, but you are really here. Are you really willing to return to the Mage Society and serve Tifeng again?"

Daniel snorted: "Hmph, I will serve Tifeng, but I am no longer interested in this association. As far as I know, our emperor has not asked the mage who responds to the recruitment to join the association, right?"

"...It's true," Windsor Mapel frowned, then adjusted his state and looked at Daniel with a serious face. "Your attainment in mathematics and ancient Gondor's magic is beyond your reach. Even if I don't need to recommend it, His Majesty the Emperor has heard of your reputation. He will be very happy that a wise man like you will be willing to serve the Empire again. I will immediately order people to prepare your laboratory and the Mage Tower again for the years."

"No need, I'm no longer used to working in places with too many people in Royal Mages, people in the Royal Mage District may not want to live in the same block with a modified freak," Daniel sneered and shook his head. "I've found a place to stay and plan to rebuild a laboratory myself. You know my habits. I only trust the experimental environment I create and don't want anyone to interfere or disturb."

Windsor Mapel looked at Daniel's eyes. Although the latter was much older than she remembered, and even the aging was a bit abnormal, and her temper and personality seemed to have changed a lot, the persistence and stubbornness in the eyes were still exactly the same as in her memory. She gave up the plan to continue persuasion and nodded slightly: "I understand, I will arrange it according to your intention."

After saying this, Windsor Mapel paused for a moment, and in a slight hesitation, she looked at Daniel and said, "Teacher, where have you lived in the past few years?"

"Is this part of the investigation?"

Windsor Mapel did not hesitate this time: "It's my duty."

"I've been in Tifung for good answers over the years. In the southwest, the Royal Mage Society can investigate at will, including anyone I have contacted. Any questions are there?"

Windsor shook his head: "No more."

"Okay, then I'll leave this place and stay uncomfortably."

Daniel called Mary, who was still in a daze next to her, and turned around and walked towards the door, but at this moment, the association president suddenly spoke again: "Teacher, you really didn't have to leave back then. Those who excluded and mocked you are just mediocre people, and they are now..."

Daniel paused and looked back at Windsor: "Because I'm jealous of you."

Windsor Mapel's voice came to an abrupt end. She stood there with a complicated look on her face. After a few seconds, she broke the silence: "Teacher, you know I don't believe it."

"But this is a fact. Perhaps many magicians with mediocre qualifications will think that it is a thing worthy of glory to be promoted to a legend, but I never take pride in it, because I know that you are promoted to a legend only because you have such a talent. It is not my credit. It cannot be compensated with hard work, cannot be changed with any acquired means, and even talent that has nothing to do with the tutor's personal abilities. Any mediocre and poor mage can help you to a legend as your tutor, and even if the magic goddess comes, it cannot allow me to break through to the advanced level."

Daniel finished this quietly, then turned around and left the association president's room without pause.

Windsor Mapel quietly watched the old mage's hunched back disappear behind the door, and said nothing more.

She knew that her former teacher was not jealous of him. What he really resented was the iron rule that "talent determines everything."

He did not mind that his apprentice could be promoted to legend early, nor that his apprentice could surpass him in magical attainments, but he could not accept that all this was determined by talent, and he could not accept that there was a boundary between them, and this boundary could not be shaken by acquired efforts.

Windsor Mapel sighed softly, perhaps before she reached the advanced level, and before the mentor encountered his own talent bottleneck, the latter had already foresaw what was about to happen, so he started the research that was regarded as deviant and whimsical.

Neural interaction magic theory.

Technology to transform the human body through implants, neurosurgery, lifelong synergists and other means.

The mentor who never believed in fate chose to fight fate more than 20 years ago. At that time, everyone thought he had failed, but fortunately, now he is back.

Although he has changed a lot, although he said that he used surgery to turn himself into a "monster", everything will be fine.

...

Along the way, Daniel was silent. Mary could only close her mouth carefully and followed the old mage quietly. She really had many questions to ask, because what happened today really challenged her cognition, and even challenged the president of the Three Views Royal Mage Association she established so far. The apprentice of the mentor at that time? The female magician who broke through the legendary rank at the youngest in history turned out to be her "senior sister"? The mentor was such a big figure?

All this is something Mary never dared to think about!

However, before the instructor allowed her, she did not dare to ask a word.

This state of depression lasted for a long time, until after walking out of the gate of the Royal Mage Society, Daniel finally broke the silence: "Are there many problems?"

"Ah...yes," Mary was startled, and then nodded quickly, "I...I didn't expect you to be so... the president of the Royal Mage Society was your apprentice?!"

"Silly question, I need to ask again now," Daniel glanced at Mary. "She is indeed my apprentice, but she became the president of the association after I left, including her promotion. When I left, she was just an ordinary high-level mage like me."

"Then did you really leave the association because of your research on neural transformation? Now that you have succeeded, those who have ridiculed you will definitely feel ashamed..."

Mary said a little quickly, but after she said it, she suddenly realized that she had said too boldly: Daniel never likes anyone mentioning any connection between him and the Royal Mage Society, which is a forbidden sentence that will incur punishment if it says it in any situation!

The poor girl immediately became nervous, her muscles tensed in tension.

Daniel sneered: "Success? If you think these nerve cords are successful, I will put them on you today."

Mary trembled all over, but just when she thought she would really suffer such a terrible fate, she realized that this was just a joke from the old mage.

"Look at how you look, do you think I will have the extra patience to do this kind of transformation for you?" Daniel waved his hand, "Your talent is like a monkey, and any transformation is a waste of material."

Mary didn't care about the mentor's evaluation of her talent at all. She just felt relieved, and then sighed and said, "Others will definitely not believe it. Windsor? Ms. Mapel is actually our senior..."

"You don't have to be so awe of Windsor."

Daniel suddenly interrupted Mary's sigh, and then in the latter's slightly blank gaze, he raised his head and looked at the misty streets of Alder.

"If you knew the power of?, you wouldn't be in awe of anyone."

The old mage took a step forward and continued to walk into the mist of Aldernan with Mary.
Chapter completed!