"Of course!"
Nostradamus replied with a smile, "In the world of mages, space is considered the dividing line for geniuses. It directly separates ordinary mages from genius mages. What do you think? Is it hard or not?"
"Then what if I said…", Ethan continued asking, "there's a move that can enter through a spatial gate, then come out from another spatial gate, and use that to attack a monster a hundred meters away. Would that count as impressive?"
"I guess… it would."
Nostradamus scratched his head and said, "But I think the truly impressive part would be the move itself, not the person using it."
"As far as I know, some real masters can integrate the concept of space into their techniques, then use certain tricks to let people who can't truly touch space tear open space through those techniques."
"I think I get it now."
Ethan roughly understood what Nostradamus meant.
In other words, he was basically someone benefiting from advanced technology. Even if he didn't understand how a wireless keyboard transmitted keystrokes to a computer, it didn't stop him from using it.
Sword techniques were like keyboard inputs. You only needed to know which keys created certain words.
You didn't need to understand how the keyboard worked.
"I'll say one last thing," Nostradamus sounded emotional and helpless at the same time, "Spatial mages actually can't be trained through learning. They awaken naturally. Back then, I couldn't awaken spatial magic, so I had no choice but to switch to astrology. Otherwise, with my talent, I'd already be a Super Conductor by now."
"Super Archmage?", Ethan laughed awkwardly and said, "But Master, have you ever considered that maybe you couldn't awaken spatial magic because your talent wasn't enough? So even if you had luckily stepped into the doorway of spatial magic back then, you might not be doing as well as you are now."
"Bullshit!", Nostradamus immediately snapped back, "What do you know? The strongest part of spatial magic is that once you enter that field, there's basically no upper limit. As long as you train hard, that's enough."
"Because spatial magic has no fixed techniques, no so-called stages, no beginner level or advanced level."
"The strength of spatial magic depends on how large a spatial gate you can open."
"How quickly you can open and close spatial gates."
"And also…"
"How you use the principle of spatial displacement to cut apart your enemies or opponents."
"So in the end…"
"Spatial magic is simply training for storing mental power. The higher your mental power, the better you can use spatial magic, and the stronger you become."
"So theoretically, as long as you awaken spatial magic, then with enough time and enough accumulated mental power, you'll definitely become a Super Conductorm"
"What a pity…"
"There aren't even enough people in this world who can awaken spatial magic to count on one hand."
Swish!
Swish! Swish!
However, right after Nostradamus finished speaking, Ethan suddenly saw countless pitch-black spatial gates appear around him.
"What's going on?", Nostradamus was shocked as well, "Did you become a spatial mage, kid?"
"I didn't!"
Ethan was confused too.
A spatial gate suddenly appeared beside the Genie Sylas, and half of Sylas's body vanished along with it.
Nostradamus was so alarmed that he quickly teleported Ethan to a nearby safe area. The moment Ethan left, the spatial gate beside Sylas flickered twice and disappeared as well.
"Holy shit!"
Only then did Sylas react. More smoke sprayed from the golden spout of the teapot, allowing him to reform into a complete human shape.
Then he started cursing loudly, "What the hell is this? Who dares use spatial magic recklessly on my turf? If I didn't have a physical body, you would've sliced me into a corpse!"
"You better not let me catch you, or I'll rip you apart alive!"
Ever since Sylas learned the phrase "I" in that rough tone from Ethan, he had started using it constantly.
But after hearing Sylas's threat, Nostradamus shook his head and said, "Spatial mages are also the hardest mages to track. Once they decide not to show themselves, nobody can really find them."
After hearing Nostradamus's words, Sylas spoke the next sentence at the exact same time as him, "Unless their mental power isn't strong enough, so they have to cast at close range."
"Old ghost!"
Nostradamus's eyes lit up, "I think the sneaky brat hiding in the dark has unstable spatial gates. The largest one is only about the size of a hat. That means his mental power isn't strong."
"I'll protect Ethan. Since your body is already incorporeal, go drag him out for me."
"I want to see who dares cause trouble on my turf."
"Fine!"
This time, Sylas didn't waste words. He directly tossed his golden teapot into Nostradamus's arms and said, "Protect my real body!"
"Got it!"
Nostradamus didn't say more either. He opened a large stone embedded in his chest and placed the teapot inside.
Ethan looked surprised and said, "That teapot is Sylas's real body? Isn't he human?"
"He was hit with transformation magic. Only after meeting certain conditions will the transformation magic be removed," Nostradamus briefly explained, "So before the transformation magic is lifted, this teapot is basically his true body. Once the teapot is damaged, then even if the transformation spell is undone, part of his body will still be damaged as well."
Zzzzt~
But right then, Ethan suddenly heard a faint sound beside his ear, something like electric static.
Then he saw a black line suddenly appear across his arm, and Nostradamus instantly shouted, "It's here again!"
Swish!
The next second, Nostradamus teleported Ethan to another location again.
But even though only around two or three seconds had passed between the black line appearing and Nostradamus moving him away, a bloody gash had already appeared on Ethan's arm.
The wound was deep enough to expose bone. A strip of flesh looked like it had simply vanished for no reason.
At first, Ethan couldn't even feel pain.
But a moment later, a tearing agony finally spread from the wound.
"AHH—ss!"
Ethan sucked in a breath.
Cook Four, who had been preparing to help arrange the funeral nearby, covered her mouth and said, "Lord City Lord, you're hurt! I'll heal you!"
"Don't come near me, I'll bring misfortune!!"
Ethan shouted and quickly ran in another direction.
He already had a rough guess in his heart. Those spatial black holes were being released by someone he had brought back.
And right now, the reason he wouldn't let Cook Four come over was because he was afraid he would bring danger to her.