Chapter 837

Solim couldn't refuse, and wasn't prepared to say no. Solim was quite resistant to the old ancestor who turned his name into a spell through magic, especially after learning that he was also a wizard with deep knowledge of soul magic, which made Solim want to stay away from Cadmus.

He remembered the conversation between Professor Barblin and him, when the elven professor was aware of Solim's soul problem, so did Cadmus, as a wizard with soul magic, notice it? He had been in contact with Solim several times.

Solim was personally more inclined to Cadmus had noticed, but he hadn't said it. If this guess is correct, then Cadmus must be thinking about something, but he knows too little about it to know too much for Solim to tell.

Through the key to his bedroom, Solim returned to Selwyn Castle alone...... of the basement. His portkey had been given to Elrond, and naturally the location was placed in a familiar place for them. No sooner had Solim stepped into the hallway of the basement than a house-elf appeared in front of him and handed him a black stone.

Solim took it in some surprise, but before he could take a second look, the stone turned into a black mist and enveloped him, and when the black mist dissipated, Solim had disappeared in place.

It was a completely different experience from the Apparitions, the Portkey, and the Floo Net, without the intense squeezing, vertigo, or any physical discomfort, but instead Solim couldn't feel his body during the shift. When he felt the solid ground again, he realized that he had appeared in a secret room. As for why Solim was so quick to tell that it was a secret room...... Because the area here is less than ten square meters, and there is not a single door in sight. Thinking about the way he had entered, Solim could only tell that this was still the interior of Selwyn Castle, but a hidden room.

At this time, there was only one person in the chamber except Solim. Cadmus didn't have the black mist that he had hidden his face from the previous time, which allowed Solim to see the old ancestor's face clearly. Although Solim was not sure, he thought that Cadmus should not have disguised his appearance, and if the old ancestor didn't want Solim to see his appearance, the effect of the black mist would be very good, and there was no need to make a disguised face to fool Solim.

He had an ordinary old man's face and silver-white hair, but Cadmus didn't grow a beard like the other old wizards, but shaved his beard clean. He looked at Solim with a blank expression, as if he didn't mean to speak first.

Solim bowed and said respectfully, "Ancestor. "

"Well, sit. "

Solim sat down honestly.

"You must have held back a lot of questions, don't hide it, let's talk about it. This old ancestor still has a sharp and piercing voice, which is very recognizable.

Solim took a deep breath and said slowly, "You must have seen the problem with my soul a long time ago, right?"

"Oh, how so?" asked Cadmus.

Solim's mind was thinking quickly, what did Cadmus mean by this, a temptation, or some kind of test? Fortunately, he had dealt with Dumbledore a lot, and he had a lot of experience with it—but Dumbledore was not the same as the old ancestor in front of him.

In the face of the unfathomable Cadmus, Solim did not dare to play any tricks, except for the secret that no one could tell, he felt that there was nothing he could not say when facing this old ancestor.

"You're proficient in soul magic, aren't you?"

"Cheeto, that guy told you?" Cadmus asked.

"Yes. “

Solim didn't sell Cheetos, for Solim to clearly understand what the talent for soul magic was, then there must be a set of arguments, and for a Selwyn, what could be more convincing and binding than the name Cadmus?

"You want to learn?"

"Yes. "

"Got it figured?"

"Yes. "

Soul magic is undoubtedly a great treasure. But once you start to learn this, then there will be clues that will start to appear, and the average wizard may not have this kind of eyesight, but who knows when Solim will meet a wizard with this kind of vision? At that time, the news of his talent for sensitive magic will leak out, and no one can say what the final consequences will be.

It's not impossible to give up this treasure and, like other wizards, follow the path of a popular wizard. But who can be willing? Solim will not be willing anyway. What an ordinary wizard would look like in front of a wizard who has mastered the magic of the soul, Cheedo has already made it very clear.

"Good. Cadmus nodded slightly, "So are you ready for the corresponding realization?"

"You mean the limits of the range of motion?"

"Is that all you can think of?" Cadmus's strange voice made it impossible to discern the emotion contained in it.

"What do you mean?"

"Soul magic—it's unlike anything you've been exposed to so far. "It doesn't have spells, it doesn't have formulas written in books, it doesn't even have a definite way to learn it......"

"Huh?" Solim was dumbfounded.

"All I can teach you is a general direction and some taboos in the process of self-exploration, and I can't teach you much more. Cadmus seemed to suddenly sigh with emotion, "I didn't have a guide at the beginning, I just relied on a codex about soul magic handed down by my family—"

Cadmus held out his hand and gestured, "There's only a little information for me, but I've still figured out a path that suits me, and now, even with my help, don't think you'll make much progress until you're fifty." Of course, it also depends on the fact that you already have a certain level of magic, can you stand this outcome? Can you stay in a fixed environment day after day, year after year?"

"Basement?" Solim smiled, "I'm too familiar with that place." "

"Ahem—" Clearing his throat, Solim said, "In other words, I'm not even qualified to touch soul magic these days, right?"

Cadmus didn't speak, apparently acquiescing.

Solim frowned, since he was not qualified to study soul magic now, what did this old ancestor mean by being in such a hurry to find himself?