Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Chapter 836 249: Genius Mage? Bartlett's Memories (10K)

"Really?"

An old Mage said excitedly, having steadily held his ground in the academic faction for many years, relying on his long-term endurance tactic, finally seeing clear skies after the rain with a little talent and a lot of time.

Seeing no hope of further advancement, the old Mage also plans to slightly shift his future development direction from pure theory to practical combat.

However, due to years being stuck in the academy and aside from teaching students, he has hardly moved, resulting in his combat experience seeming somewhat insufficient now.

It's not that the old Mage couldn't defeat those newly emerged novices; the years of Dungeon experience are not supposed to make an old-timer like him so rusty.

Everyone was a genius back in the day, right?

But compared to those even geniuses among his peers, who had to invest more energy into spell research to catch up, his combat experience is indeed showing signs of lagging behind that group.

As he finds himself stuck at a bottleneck in spells, unable to break through for a long time, occasionally mingling with old friends through spells, all kinds of spell tricks come easily, but once in an actual match, the lack of combat skills continuously denies him victory.

This is something that a stubborn old Mage cannot accept, so he decides to rigorously train his combat skills...

Then realizes, no matter how hard he trains, it doesn't help. While he's rigorously training combat skills, his old friends are also training, and they can even bomb through the Dungeon while advancing their spell research.

This made the old Mage envy deeply.

Seeing less and less hope of defeating them, the more he thinks trying to endure, the angrier he gets, stepping back feels increasingly detrimental.

Ugh, so frustrating!

Intolerable!

No matter what means, as long as it's reasonable enough, a little maneuvering is no issue as long as it can win, right?

For example, if I can't beat you, I will find someone even more talented, who could be considered an incomprehensible monster, using his technical achievements to gain a winning edge; that should be okay, right?

Is it feasible?

Of course!

"If you, Lord Kael, agree, it'd be great. Many young people who have just embarked on the path of Mage at the Royal Court are quite interested in the War Mage you've pioneered."

The old Mage's bitter gourd face couldn't help but unfold, and a smile from the heart quietly appeared.

Bartlet Monarch said rather helplessly, "Veness, you've been an old-timer of the academic faction, could you speak a bit more sincerely? Aren't you just trying to use Kael's targeted spells to defeat your old friend?"

If he doesn't quite understand the current trend of the War Mage, he could indeed be tricked by you."

"That's it, I don't ask for continuous suppression, just winning once is enough." The old Mage Veness said indifferently.

Bartlet Monarch pinched the brow with a headache, his expression somewhat awkward:

"The problem is the fellow you want to fight, he came to me recently saying he hoped the Royal Court would quickly open the channel for career transition."

Veness was so angry his nose twisted, cursing: "How can he be like a wolf smelling prey, coming over so quickly! Is he targeting me!"

Bartlet murmured in his heart, "You guessed right, the first thing he said when he came to find me was to ask 'when will the War Mage transition channel be opened, because if the career transition is not quickly done, Veness will definitely come up with some crooked ideas'!"

Of course, Bartlet merely thought it in his heart and did not disclose it.

After all, if stated, the two might abandon spells and end up grappling physically again.

These two haven't become Magic Monarchs, so naturally, their lifespans don't match his; at such an advanced age, still playing the punching and kicking game of their youth worries him that he might inadvertently witness young people burying old ones.

Oh wait, although he's older, he's still fully black-haired, whereas the younger ones have already grayed.

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After the meal, Kael broadly discussed some relevant promotion and rollout matters regarding the future career transition of War Mages with several others.

Once the final general process was determined, several Mages nodded contentedly in agreement, not spending more of his time, found a reason to want to take a stroll in Titan City, and directly left.

At last, his gaze turned another direction.

"Lord Bartlet, please."

Upon hearing this, Bartlet rose and in Kael's greeting, boarded the carriage.

The horse in front neighed, the clinking of horseshoes against the ground sounded, as the carriage forged ahead towards the Lord Mansion, essentially a cluster of castles.

"Now you've developed a little of the caution that a professional should possess."

On the carriage, Bartlet said emotionally:

"Yet one can't blame you, at your age most have just passed the initial stages of a professional, unlike you, in such a brief time already standing at others' finish line."

"It's a matter of expediency, too many eyes are focused on me now. If I could, certainly I would prefer to retain more privacy."

Those unaware with the presentation of the Domain wouldn't understand the conversation between the two.

But for Kael and Bartlet who have gone through this stage, the content of these exchanges was well understood.