Chapter 422: Prepare self-defense props? The inevitable process of urging marriage
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullet after bullet continuously hit the target.
Abel was enthusiastically cheering from the side, while Geins helplessly recorded the ring scores in his small notebook.
"Every shot is above eight rings; the accuracy is already quite good," Geins said calmly.
"You were much more serious when you had me train my marksmanship before. Why do you seem a bit impatient now?"
"Not impatient, just that I feel it's a bit inappropriate for you, Young Master, to use the magic weapon painstakingly crafted by Lord Alg as an ordinary Muggle weapon."
Aaron caressed the automatic pistol in his hand and chuckled, "I'm just getting familiar with this weapon. It's my first time experiencing not needing to change magazines and converting my own magic power into bullets.
I also don't want to treat it as a training gun, but the enchanted bullets I currently make are only suitable for flintlock pistols, and the bullets can't fit into the magazine at all.
Besides, enchanted bullets are very precious; I can't bear to use them as training rounds."
Geins shook his head helplessly, at a loss for words.
"When are Vico and Lisa back?
They said three days, but half a month has passed. Do they still think of me as their son?"
"Uh... there was a small accident," Geins said with an awkward smile, "Lord Voldemort isn't back, is he?"
"Don't be ridiculous, they shouldn't have been captured by Lord Voldemort, right?"
"That's not it, but... because of his resurrection, the magicworld is now in turmoil, and some hidden magical creatures are stirring.
The Patriarch and Madam need to express the stance of Gaius and the other three great families to various forces and races, so they're returning a little later."
Aaron frowned slightly, "Is that necessary?"
"There's a difference between tacit approval and openly stating a position."
"That's true," Aaron nodded, then looked at Geins and said, "Since the magic world isn't that safe anymore, shouldn't I be prepared with a few items for self-defense?"
Geins:... "Young Master usually has dedicated protection, and Hogwarts has Dumbledore overseeing it..."
Mid-sentence, Geins met Aaron's disdainful gaze and immediately changed his tone, "Young Master can take anything from the treasury at will."
"You know I don't want those," Aaron rolled his eyes. The treasury contained many priceless treasures and rare items, but he couldn't use any of them. He needed things that could enhance his combat power or temporarily save his life.
"Young Master," Geins sighed, "Have you ever seen a Wizardfamily hand over its heritage to a child who is still in school?
Furthermore, to some extent, with our protection, as long as you, Young Master, don't actively cause trouble, your situation is not dangerous; in fact, it's very safe, and you don't need those things at all."
"I understand what you're saying, but those things are just gathering dust. If not for me, then who are they for?"
"The Patriarch and Madam," Geins puffed out his chest and said righteously.
Pfft!
Aaron almost choked, "What did you say?"
"The first thing your father did after inheriting the position of Patriarch was to dismiss the six bodyguards the old Patriarch had arranged for him. The second thing was to equip himself with a full set of magic defensive gear. He said it made him feel safe when taking the Madam out."
"Huh?" Aaron's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, "He truly is my father; this idea is exactly the same as mine."
"Uh..." Geins hesitated, "The Patriarch said that too, and the old Patriarch probably did the same thing back then."
Hearing this, Aaron fell into a state of bewilderment.
He never expected the family's heritage to be used not on the family's hope, but on the current Patriarch.
But upon closer inspection, it seemed there was nothing wrong with it, it just made it a little hard for him to accept... A week later.
Aaron had just dragged his tired body out of Wehert's Chamber of Secrets when Geins hurried over.
"If it's important, tell me later. Let me rest for a bit first," Aaron said weakly.
Just now, he had asked Ancestor Wehert to demonstrate the destructive power of forbidden magic to him.
But as soon as he spoke, he was beaten in various ways for half an hour, the reason being that he wanted to fly before he had even learned to run.
The old man used only elementary magic circles, striking with great precision, truly making it painful but not harmful, yet it made him feel extremely tormented.
It was only because his physique was exceptionally strong; if it were an ordinary person being beaten like that, let alone half an hour, they wouldn't last half a minute.
"This approach is somewhat excessive," Geins secretly clicked his tongue, "You are, after all, a direct descendant of Lord Wehert!"
"Who's arguing with that?"
"Let Abel heal you!"
"If I could, I wouldn't need you to tell me," Aaron said bitterly, "Ancestor sealed its healing ability; it won't unseal for another two hours.
To experience two hours of pain, he said this was a lesson for my overambition.
Where was I overambitious? I just wanted a phased goal to pursue, is that wrong?"
Abel whimpered and nodded. It was the first time it felt so powerless.
"Lord Wehert just has that temper," Geins comforted, "You'll get used to it."
"Easy for you to say," Aaron immediately gave him a glare. Originally, his secrecy work was quite good; no one knew Abel had healing abilities except for a few people.
But ever since Abel fell into Adrian's hands, this secret was dug out by her not long after.
She decisively told Geins, and then... he was miserable.
Before, these ancestors were more restrained when tutoring him, but ever since they knew he had an extra potion bottle by his side, their eyes glowed red when they looked at him.
He had received more lessons these days than in all the previous years combined; it was truly brutal.
"Young Master, the Patriarch and Madam are back."
"They're finally back," Aaron said, "Please help me up. I'm hurting all over right now."
Geins chuckled and carefully helped Aaron up.
As the two arrived in the living room, before Aaron could react, Lisana gave him a big hug.
"Ah, ouch ouch ouch..."
Lisana quickly let go, saying with a worried expression, "I didn't use any force, did I?"
"It has nothing to do with you, Madam," Geins said with an awkward smile, then explained what had happened in the past half hour.
Lisana frowned and helped Aaron to the sofa.
"Did you upset the Ancestor? Otherwise, he wouldn't hit you like this."
"I just wanted him to demonstrate the power of forbidden magic."
Pfft!
Vico directly spat out the half-drunk coffee.
"Good hit," Vico wiped his mouth and said, "Forbidden magic is magic that can only be used at the Saint Archmage level. Its power is enough to instantly destroy a town.
Demonstrating it on our own property, do you not want to live anymore?
You can practice that kind of magic on paper, but if you actually use it, your magic power will be drained instantly."
Aaron pouted, thinking of the only forbidden magic he currently knew, and said nothing more.
When he used the Divine Thunder Palace to cover Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, even with deliberate control over the number of lightning crystals, the consumption was enormous.
"You performed very well in the Triwizard Tournament this time!" Lisana teased, looking at Aaron, "Was it really just to avoid blind dates?"
"It's too early for me," Aaron shrugged, not feeling embarrassed, "I personally think we should at least discuss such matters after becoming an adult, but you elders are too pushy."
"You also have to understand our difficulties!" Lisana earnestly persuaded him.
"I understand, so I didn't get angry when my older sister brought it up."
"Do you dare?" Vico said disdainfully, "I haven't seen any of you successfully resist in all these years."
"A good man doesn't fight with women; I was giving face to my aunt and uncle," Aaron said guiltily, unwilling to admit that his older sister's bloodline pressure still suppressed him.
"You must meet Kriya a year from now, no matter what," Vico said solemnly, "Dragging this on further isn't good for anyone."
"I know," Aaron said wearily, "But don't bother me with such matters after that."
Vico and Lisana exchanged smiles, "Don't even think about it. If this isn't settled, we'll both feel uneasy."
"Haha! You really care about me, don't you!"
Aaron was speechless. He had originally thought that if he couldn't avoid it, he would have an open and honest talk with Kriya.
A year later, she would also be fifteen or sixteen, and even if she was gently rejected, she wouldn't be too sad.
But he didn't expect that what he did was useless. He could only say that his parents' love was too profound, so profound that he felt a little overwhelmed.
"Our own son, if we're not good to you, who will we be good to?" Vico smiled happily, pretending not to hear the gloom in Aaron's voice.
"Did you meet anyone suitable at school this year?" Lisana asked.
"No," Aaron said calmly, "I'm only fifteen. Is it appropriate for you to ask me this?"
"Just showing concern!
So, how's your relationship with your girlfriend... *cough cough*, female friends?"
"So-so!"
Lisana slowly counted on her fingers, saying, "Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Fleur Delacour..."
"Stop."
Aaron quickly interrupted, then glared fiercely at Geins.
It must have been him who told his parents; otherwise, they probably only knew Hermione Granger's name.
Geins noticed his young master's gaze and casually looked up at the ceiling.
"Alright," Vico said with a smile, shaking his head, "The names were provided by your sister; Geins was just responsible for relaying the message."
"Explain it!" Lisana said with interest.
"No relation, it's completely different from what you're thinking, that's all," Aaron said with a serious expression.
But looking at the playful gazes of the two, no, three of them, his heart still skipped a beat.
Goodness, the words 'I don't believe you' were written all over their faces.
"Luna just danced one dance with me at the Yule Ball, and Professor McGonagall pulled her in at the last minute.
Hermione is simply a friend; she's a good friend, but not a girlfriend. Don't misunderstand.
As for Fleur, it's purely because I helped her a few times in the Triwizard Tournament, but that was entirely to fulfill my older sister's request."
"That still doesn't explain why you blocked a Killing Curse for her!" Geins said sarcastically.
"No one would think you were mute if you didn't speak," Aaron said harshly, "If it weren't for needing to lure you guys out, I wouldn't have put myself in danger."