MM Racing Chapter 208, Section 207: The Contract and Tom's Passion
Chapter 208, Section 207: The Contract and Tom's Passion
Chapter 208, Section 207: The Contract and Tom's Passion
Riddle is collapsing.
And isn't Ian the same?
He finally felt a tiny bit of resonance with the Dark Lord—what a wizarding joke! The era he had fallen into was actually the Arthurian era he had just seen in the time tunnel!? Hadn't he already "crossed" over that?! Shouldn't he have gone to a more later era?!
How could it be that this era is still falling apart!
The most crucial thing is... Miss Morgan... When did fate become so ironic... Ian's hand, which was touching the little girl Morgan's forehead, was still trembling slightly even after the light had faded.
This is an instinctive conditioned reflex.
For the first time, he experienced what it felt like to have weak fingers.
"Your forehead is dirty, let me wipe it for you." Ian's index finger gently brushed across Miss Morgan's skin. He certainly wasn't an expert when it came to quick thinking and fixing things.
While trying his best to appear helpful, the young wizard was also mentally preparing himself – Morgan is a legend, so why shouldn't he be a legend too?
Do legends need to fear other legends?
Well... perhaps I can still be afraid, but I can also be less afraid. With beings of the same level, and with the power of paradox, I can definitely challenge even the most powerful legends.
Thinking about it that way.
Ian's heart began to race again. He tried his best not to think that he was facing the dead Morgan, the Morgan who was in a dreamlike state and who was competing not in magic but in cognition.
"Teacher, your mind is in turmoil right now, why?" The little girl Morgan looked up at Ian with her black gem-like eyes, her voice filled with a childlike curiosity.
"..."
Ian withdrew his hand, unable to refute.
"How did you figure that out?"
He forced a stiff smile, trying to appear calm. What else could he do? He could only grit his teeth and listen to the chilling way the other person addressed him.
"What I sensed."
The little girl Morgan responded honestly.
Okay, okay, okay.
The wicked woman even said she couldn't read minds!
What the hell is this?!
"Mind reading?"
Ian silently pulled out a tape recorder.
He quietly pressed the record button, intending to use it as evidence that they were "even" the next time they went to the Enchanted Realm and faced some awkward situations.
That's a clever plan.
however.
The little girl Morgan shook her head.
"I can only sense the emotions of the people around me; this isn't mind reading." Not only did she fail to give Ian what he wanted, she even gave him a sense of déjà vu.
Isn't that my line?
once Upon a time.
Ian had said something similar to his uncle, and now look at him. He can read anyone's mind whenever he wants, and reading the minds of a group of people at the same time doesn't affect his ability to solve a 16x16 Rubik's Cube at all.
Only those who can read minds truly understand those who can read minds.
My heart is dirty.
"That's an amazing talent." Ian gave both thumbs up, trying to offer emotional support to Miss Morgan in front of him, hoping that she could forget the unpleasantness of the day by tomorrow.
"At first, I couldn't perceive your emotions, which is why I thought you were a powerful wizard. However, just now you clearly lost control of your emotions."
"Just as you were hearing my self-introduction... and him, I clearly sensed his extreme fear... Can you tell me why?"
The little girl Morgan turned to look at Riddle, who was lying on the ground.
She may not be mature enough in some aspects, but she definitely has a mind far beyond that of her peers, which has allowed her to keenly discover some questions that pique her curiosity.
Seeing the little girl Morgan looking at him, Riddle quickly put on his most sincere, gentle, and friendly smile, the kind he had practiced for 2.5 years and a half years at the academy.
That's probably because of my heartfelt respect.
He was also trying his best to make amends for himself.
only.
This explanation was clearly less believable than Ian's attempt to make amends, and compared to Ian, the little girl Morgan obviously had no intention of giving Riddle any face.
I don't believe it.
Her clear voice was very clean.
The response was also very swift.
This immediately made Riddle's expression stiffen considerably.
"That's because my teacher is also named Morgan," Ian quickly stepped forward to tell the truth, though he didn't intend to tell the whole truth here.
"Um?"
Miss Morgan's expression immediately turned to surprise.
"What a coincidence."
Her eyes brightened slightly, and after weighing her options, she decided to seize the opportunity. "So, could this be considered a kind of destiny between us?"
Such is the explanation.
It's obvious that she wants to deepen her bond with Ian.
If you were to ask what the descendants of nobility are best at, it would definitely be something they learn and are exposed to from a young age.
"certainly."
Ian answered without hesitation. Although he still felt the current situation was surreal, he dared not hesitate and give away any leverage.
He didn't understand the little girl Morgan in front of him, nor did he understand the bad woman Morgan he knew. Heaven knows whether this was something that had already happened or something that was happening now.
If it's the former, then that's fine.
But if it's the latter... the little wizard doesn't even dare to think about what he'll face on his next journey through the dreamlike realm. It might be his teacher, whose fate has been altered, turning him into a "red-named" figure.
"So, can I learn your real knowledge?" The little girl Morgan was unaware of Ian's thoughts, because Ian had already shut down his mind again.
She was merely revealing her true intentions, her words still somewhat lacking in finesse, as she finally came to the fore and explained why she had initiated the conversation. The little girl, who had little exposure to magic, probably couldn't possibly imagine what the real truth was; she was likely still fascinated by the fact that she shared a name with a powerful wizard's elder.
"Of course."
Ian nodded again without hesitation, "I can impart all my knowledge to you, after all, my teacher also selflessly imparted all her knowledge to me."
The young wizard truly meant it.
but.
"And the price?"
Despite her joy, little Morgan's eyes remained cautious and held traditional values.
"You need to sign a contract with me."
Ian's plan was finally revealed.
Upon hearing this, the little girl Morgan frowned immediately.
"What contract? A contract of allegiance?"
She clearly resisted this kind of thing.
"No, it's a vow of never harming each other. This is a necessary measure, and I think you, being of noble birth, should understand." Ian wanted to secure a real guarantee for himself. He wasn't cowardly; he simply didn't want to fight his teacher. Yes, that's right, he was a very thoughtful person.
"No problem, but I don't know magic. Although I've been secretly learning about it, I've only learned some useless things. This is because I can't access our family's forbidden library."
The little girl Morgan nodded, agreeing with Ian's statement. She turned to look in the direction of the pigpen, her voice filled with longing and yearning for magic.
And a little worried that Ian would find her nervous.
"I will guide you."
Ian was getting impatient.
His hand was aimed at the ground beside him, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight. There lay a knight's longsword, its gleaming blade reflecting the faint moonlight.
"Transfiguration has been one of the most prized skills of us wizards since ancient times," Ian said softly to the little girl Morgan. As he channeled his magic, it was as if an invisible force was flowing through the air. The sword he was aiming at gradually lost its metallic luster, and its shape began to distort and change.
Yes.
Spellcasting without a staff.
This is a skill that Ian can now use skillfully. For wizards, the wand is more of an amplifier and stabilizer. When he doesn't need to go all out, he can no longer rely on the wand.
All I saw was...
As Morgan watched in delight, the hilt of the sword slowly contracted, while the blade gradually shortened, eventually transforming into a wand almost as tall as Morgan herself.
Or perhaps it should be called a staff.
Ian had a decent grasp of alchemy history, so he knew what was popular in this era. Sure enough, the little girl Morgan immediately exclaimed in amazement after recognizing the item.
"You conjured a priceless staff from an ordinary longsword!?" Morgan's voice and Riddle's gasp rang out simultaneously at the same time as Ian's feat.
"He really is a monster..."
He lay on the ground, murmuring to himself.
Compared to the legendary witch who had never truly come into contact with magic, he could better sense the magical power possessed by that staff. This operation, which violated the laws of transformation, always seemed unbelievable to him no matter how many times he saw it.
"Just a petty trick."
Ian rarely enjoys showing off like this.
"bring it on."
Ian handed the staff to the little girl Morgan. While Morgan was still curiously examining the staff in her hand, Ian had already raised a hand and given her a look.
"what?"
The little girl Morgan, somewhat bewildered, also raised her hand, palm to palm with Ian's.
"This is my improved oath magic. It doesn't need witnesses; it's only completed under the witness of fate. It's a truly unbreakable oath."
"Therefore, its effects will last a long time, until the very end of eternity." Ian explained the stakes clearly, without resorting to deception or trying to trick people into signing a contract.
He was able to improve such magic thanks to the Blood Pact given to him by Aurora.
"Can."
The little girl Morgan responded readily. So Ian also took out his wand and pointed it at his palm, and the little girl Morgan immediately followed suit and lifted the heavy wand with her other hand.
"What should I do next?"
She asked somewhat nervously.
"Just enjoy the experience."
Ian whispered.
next moment.
He recited the oath and had the little girl Morgan repeat it. Immediately, a thin golden stream of light began to intertwine and bind between their hands.
"this……"
Morgan's eyes widened in shock, not only because she was personally experiencing magic, but also because she felt the magic within her body beginning to flow under Ian's guidance.
Such methods.
This made the young girl realize once again just how extraordinary the teacher she had found was. As the vow was completed, an invisible force seemed to permeate the air.
The two people's fates were thus linked in a special way... It was a magical feeling. Morgan was still savoring it when Ian had already let go, not giving Morgan any more chances to take advantage of him.
"very good."
He could finally breathe a sigh of relief. With this layer of insurance, he was no longer so worried about his next trip to the Enchanted Realm.
Looking at the still somewhat excited little girl in front of him, Ian was quite emotional. Sure enough, children are always easier to deal with. Just like in the Marvel movies, the simplest way to kill Thanos was to strangle him when he was still an infant.
"You call me teacher, I'll call you Ms. Morgan, let's keep to ourselves." With the protection of the contract, Ian became a bit more assertive, but it was clear that he wasn't completely assertive yet.
"Why not Miss Morgan?"
Morgan was not entirely satisfied with Ian's form of address.
"Alright, then, Miss Morgan."
Ian didn't hesitate and changed her tune immediately, which made little Morgan's eyes crinkle into crescent shapes with joy. The bad girl from her childhood did have a certain cuteness about her.
"Let's find a place to settle down first." Ian rubbed his temples, wanting some personal time to sort out his thoughts. He was still somewhat amazed by what had happened.
He became his teacher's teacher.
and so.
The "Cheap Empress Senior Sister" isn't actually the "Cheap Empress Senior Sister," but rather his own grand-disciple? This is incredibly confusing! Even he, who wields the power of paradox, struggles to understand the paradoxes arising from time travel. Of course, this is likely because he hasn't held that power for very long.
"no problem!"
Morgan patted her still-unerring chest, still feeling unsatisfied. She looked at the staff in her hand that was gradually dissipating, and then turned her gaze to the wand in Ian's hand.
"I actually like these small spellcasting tools too."
She seemed to be hinting at Ian's own demands.
Ian rolled his eyes after hearing that.
really.
A woman's words are deceitful. The future Morgan would despise magic wands the most, and the current Morgan doesn't really like them either; she just thinks that these little magic wands might be more sophisticated.
He's already reading minds.
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He gradually grew bolder.
"I will make you a suitable wand, of course, after I've rested." Ian's hint was obvious, and Morgan immediately understood.
"Over here."
She immediately wanted to take Ian off the farm.
but.
As she reached the gate, she still expressed concern for her guards, "My two knights...are they dead? If so, please allow me to bury them in the pigsty."
"I think I will continue to do my experiments, and perhaps their heroic spirits can be reincarnated into the belly of my experimental pigs." It can only be said that not everyone can think of such a thing.
Morgan the Younger cared about his guards.
But clearly not many.
Bad women have a heart that is not truly kind and beautiful from a young age.
"You want to get the boar pregnant?"
Ian's expression was somewhat strange.
He simply couldn't understand what the purpose of such an experiment was.
Morgan noticed his teacher's confusion.
"No, my real goal is to find a way to make men pregnant. If men can get pregnant, then I will become the world's biggest slave owner."
"Here, slaves are equivalent to gold coins." Her answer seemed to make some sense, but the more you thought about it, the more sinister it felt.
"What a brilliant way to get rich... Amazing!" Ian could only respond with a thumbs up. He really wanted to know if this method had ever been successfully developed.
And at that very moment.
Riddle's voice suddenly rang out.
"I actually know an island that's full of the gold coins you're looking for." He was clearly trying to salvage the situation and make up for the bad impression he had just left.
Only dark wizards know how terrible it is to be hated by a legendary dark wizard.
"Shut up, you think black magic has messed up your brain?" Ian had no intention of changing such a huge historical process, and he glared fiercely at Riddle, who was lying on the ground.
Reid immediately shrank back.
"Yes, dark magic has definitely messed with my brain. My actions just now were entirely influenced by it. Dark magic is truly terrifying!"
He was still shouting as he spoke.
It was obvious that she wanted Morgan Jr. to hear this.
"..."
Ian was speechless at Riddle's cowardice compared to his own.
"Wake up, you're the Dark Lord."
He gave Riddle a serious reminder.
Unexpectedly.
Riddle heard this.
He first looked at Ian, then at Morgan.
"hehe."
He immediately let out a self-deprecating, bitter laugh.
A bitter smile.
This was an expression Ian could never achieve no matter how hard he practiced. Ian had originally wanted to ask for advice, but then he saw little Morgan already trying to drag the knight into the pigpen.
"Your guards aren't dead yet."
"They were just petrified. This magic can freeze the movement of creatures, but it won't cause too much damage. All they need to do is give them some potion."
talking.
Ian took out two bottles of potion, stepped forward, removed the knights' helmets, and poured the potion into the mouths of the two knights. Soon, the stiff bodies of the two knights began to recover.
"He's actually still alive!"
It was impossible to tell whether Morgan's voice was filled with surprise or regret.
It makes one feel quite conflicted.
"I can teach you this magic."
Ian intended for young Morgan to learn magic gradually.
however.
Morgan's attitude, however, was very firm.
"No, I want to learn that... the green Killing Curse you just used. This world is too dangerous; I need dangerous magic to protect myself."
Her tone revealed a maturity and decisiveness beyond her years.
"Very good, as expected of...one of our faction, just as excellent as me." What else could Ian say but praise? His words made Riddle, who was finally able to get back on his feet, inwardly rant.
"He started by copying Avada Kedavra, and then called me the Dark Lord?" He felt extremely wronged, but dared not utter a sound, and could only silently clean the filth off his body.
The two knights gradually recovered.
However, they did not continue to harbor hostility towards Ian and Riddle—their hearing was still quite good despite their mild petrification, and they knew who had saved them from being sent to the pigsty to feed the pigs.
For their own little master.
They dared not harbor resentment.
However, regarding Ian, who saved their lives...
They were indeed somewhat grateful.
"There's another person there. Is he also your apprentice?" Morgan looked at Malfoy on the ground with some curiosity. The man was wearing a robe similar to Ian's.
It resembles some kind of standard long robe.
"No, those were his servants."
Ian pointed to the cleaned-up Riddle.
"Why aren't you carrying your servants?"
He expressed his dissatisfaction with Riddle.
Riddle had no choice but to carry the unconscious Malfoy on his back.
"Servants have servants? That's quite strange." Little Morgan looked at Riddle and Malfoy with some surprise, feeling as if he had gained some rather useless knowledge.
"Sigh~"
Riddle didn't refute Morgan's address to him, but he felt bitter inside and out, as the "Angel of Paradoxes" resurrected by Ian through paradox.
He and Malfoy could indeed be considered Ian's servants, and of course, it was true that Malfoy was his servant if he used Voldemort's account.
The night was as dark as thick ink.
Amid Riddle's self-pity and longing for Hogwarts, Morgan led Ian, the two knights, and Riddle carrying Malfoy out of the desolate farm.
Three horses stood quietly in the moonlight, one of which, a white horse, was particularly striking. Its mane shimmered with a silvery sheen in the dim light, making it seem like a divine steed straight out of a fairy tale. Little Morgan stood beside the horse, gently stroking its mane with her small hand, her eyes filled with pride, and introduced it to Ian.
"This is my horse, its name is Calamity."
It's difficult to evaluate Morgan Jr.'s naming skills.
"Teacher, please ride it."
Fortunately, young Morgan still understood the meaning of respecting one's teachers.
"No, no, no, never mind, you ride, I'll ride the horse next to you."
Ian also understands the importance of respecting teachers.
At the same time, he didn't intend to give any chance to grumble about it to any future bad women. Upon hearing this, Morgan blinked, somewhat confused, but still deftly mounted her horse by stepping on the back of a knight. Her movements were skillful and fluid, like that of a seasoned rider. The moonlight bathed her in a harmonious glow.
Riddle had originally planned to ride a horse as well, but the moment his eyes met Ian's, Ian's seemingly gentle yet meaningful gaze sent a chill down his spine.
Some things.
I understand instantly.
Needless to say.
Riddle obediently dismounted and walked to Ian, acting as a footstool just like the knight before, helping Ian climb onto the horse's back.
Riddle straightened up, rubbing his aching wrists, his heart filled with resentment and frustration. But when he met Ian's gaze again, he instantly understood and walked in front of the horses.
The sound of hooves was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, the "clatter-clatter-clatter" like a unique nocturne. Moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows on the ground like a mysterious silhouette painting. Ian sat on horseback, contentedly enjoying the surrounding night scenery.
A gentle breeze caressed his face, bringing with it a faint fragrance of flowers and the scent of earth.
"This is really enjoyable."
He can't ride a horse, so of course he needs someone to lead it.
"You really enjoyed it."
Riddle reluctantly took on the role of horse handler. He gripped the reins tightly, and almost uttered a famous saying about fortunes changing every ten years.
But he dared not disobey Ian's orders and could only silently endure this humiliation. Everything was for survival; wasn't living in Ian's paradox a kind of immortality?
The Dark Lord comforted himself in this way.
And the next moment.
Sitting on horseback, enjoying the service of being led, Ian uttered a remark that Riddle found hard to contain: "Look, I have a servant leading my horse, a nobleman guiding the way. All I need is to be dressed in a black robe and become a mysterious wizard to experience the romance of the Middle Ages. This is a story straight out of Merlin!"
As he spoke, he actually pulled out a black robe and draped it over his shoulders.
"..."
Riddle's lips weren't the only part twitching; his heart was clenching too. Medieval swords and magic were certainly a romantic notion, and he too had once longed for that era.
however.
Who would have thought?
One day he did indeed arrive in this era.
However, within this story, he was merely a lowly stable boy. Yes, medieval romance certainly existed, but he wasn't the one experiencing it.
and.
He will never be able to turn his life around.
"Fairness, freedom, equality... I miss Hogwarts so much." How can suffering be the best way to change a person? Riddle, who was born evil, actually had a tiny bit of enlightenment at this moment.
They were in their teens.
It was the time when she would burst into tears.
If there is an option.
Riddle really just wanted to stay in his diary.
It's too scary outside.
(End of this chapter)