At that moment, Whistler spoke up, "That''s a remarkable ability. I only tried it briefly and already noticed its wonders.


    "By activating two magical arrays, one beneath your feet and another that you can control freely, I realized that the second magical array can absorb the space within the first. Isn''t that right? Mr. Clint, you''re impressive. I was just attempting a poor imitation earlier."


    Despite Whistler''s words, Clint clearly understood that the kid''s level of control over magical arrays was terrifyingly proficient.


    Clint had learned this skill from memories of his previous life, and he never


    expected Whistler to deduce all this simply from a nce.


    Impressive! It seemed there were indeed geniuses in this world.


    Casimir stepped out and pped his hands.


    The disciples cheered in response.


    "Impressive!"


    "What a revtion!"


    Clint remained silent as Whistler approached him.


    "Mr. Clint, I''ve learned a lot from you."


    "You''re too kind."


    Clint then walked back into the room with Whistler.


    Casimir addressed everyone, "Alright, disperse! Stop watching and go about your business!"


    At hismand, the disciples quickly scattered.


    Then, Casimir and Nash returned to the room.


    Casimir said to Whistler, "Whistler, you can get back to your tasks now."


    Whistler bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes, Father Hay. I''ll take my leave."


    He then said his goodbyes to Clint and Nash before stealthily approaching the door. He gently opened it and slowly closed it behind him.


    Inside, Casimir turned to Nash. "Master Calcraft, I hope my exnation was satisfactory."


    "I think I understand your intentions, Master Hay. Thank you for sharing this with me."


    Casimir squinted and chuckled deeply. "Don''t mention it. For now, this knowledge may be of little significance to you."


    "Perhaps."


    Casimir then looked at Clint. "So, Clint, what are your thoughts after sparring with my disciple?"


    Clint sighed and lowered his head in shame, revealing a look of disappointment. "I''ve learned a great lesson from you."


    "Haha, that''s not what I meant..." Casimir continued to squint, stroking his long mustache as he rxed back in his chair. From his expression, it was clear Casimir was pleased, yet he showed no signs of arrogance.


    He then asked, "So, do you know what you''recking?"


    Clint shook his head. "I didn''t quite grasp it."


    Casimir picked up a teacup from the nearby table. Steam still rose from the tea inside.


    He blew on it gently and then took a small sip.