The Greece Antagonist

"But you belong to the Fairy Clan and are proficient in Ogan Tree Rune. I'm worried that teaching you rashly might cause a conflict between two powers."

"No worries, we won't know until we try, right? Learning always requires some effort and risk."

"Since you've decided, I have nothing more to say. However…"

Luo En paused for a moment, then continued,

"To be safe, let's change the teaching method."

"What?"

"Let's place curses on each other and then dispel them. This practical approach will deepen our understanding of different curse systems. At the same time, it can verify if different curses can be integrated and borrowed from each other."

"Great idea!"

Vivian readily agreed.

She not only looked forward to this novel teaching method but also hoped to test this "teacher's" level, find his weaknesses, and make him an amusing toy in her hands.

Of course, Luo En also wasn't harboring good intentions.

With the Divine War imminent, the Nordic exploration of the Celtic God Era was still limited.

He also wanted to know what practical uses the Ogan Tree Rune of the Celtic God Era had. How effective were Rune Spells and Hermes Script in practical Celtic applications? Which curse was more targeted at Celtic deities?

A rare opportunity like this, where a guinea pig presents itself voluntarily, would be a waste if not utilized properly to gather more practical experience.

The teacher and apprentice, each harboring ulterior motives, exchanged a smile, displaying a friendly and expectant expression.

"Teacher, when do we start?"

"It has already begun."

"?"

Vivian, who was eagerly waiting for the class to start, was stunned and looked at her teacher in confusion.

Luo En pointed to the empty bowl in Vivian's hand and gently reminded,

"You know, if you eat too much, you'll turn into a little piggy."

Piggy?

Just as the image represented by this word surfaced in Vivian's mind, her surroundings became blurry, and her body uncontrollably shrank rapidly.

How could I…

Just as she spoke, her voice turned into the grunting of a piglet.

Under Vivian's horrified gaze, a pair of large hands lifted her from her scattered clothes and raised her into the air.

Bagster 3.0 version, instant effect!

It seems that even in different Divine Eras, Magic Potions can still produce fixed effects.

So, what about curses?

Luo En looked at the pink and white piglet in front of him, an evil smile appearing on his face.

——

Meanwhile, outside the Mist Forest.

Morgan, wearing the Obsidian Thorn Crown and holding a scepter, stood on the highway, checking a parchment scroll taken from the Magic Circle Diagram.

"Mother!"

With a delightful voice, a petite figure holding a bouquet of wildflowers rushed excitedly towards Morgan.

Her face was delicately carved like a piece of art, her pink hair falling to her waist like blood, and a luxurious red gown draped down. The Thorny Whip hanging to the side was entwined with bloody magic power, exuding a strong scent of blood, combining the slenderness of an elf with the sharpness of a warrior. Her legs, faintly visible beneath the gown, hid non-human deer hoof-like features.

However, before the girl could get close, a towering figure, over two meters tall like a tower, stepped forward and blocked her path.

"Hey, you smelly dog, why are you blocking me?"

The pink-haired girl placed one hand on her waist, looking rather displeased.

"Mother is thinking, don't disturb her."

The towering figure responded calmly, indifferent to blame or praise.

She had golden hair like the morning sun, her eyes an unusual color—her left eye crystal blue, her right eye a dark red tainted by blood magic, creating a contrasting beauty of elegance and morbidity. Her body was clad in a silver-blue light armor, the surface of which had ice crystal patterns flowing on it, giving her an added heroic spirit, resembling a loyal knight.

And when she spoke, the canine features of her sharp teeth revealed her race.

Like the red-haired girl with deer hooves, both were elves.

However, at this moment, it was clear their relationship was not harmonious:

"Bagster, move, don't hinder me!"

"Guarding here is my duty. If you force your way, even if it's you, I won't be courteous, Bawansi."

"Stop pretending to be all righteous and dignified, don't think I don't know. You are clearly jealous that mother likes me more! Smelly dog~!"

Hearing the escalating quarrel behind her, Morgan put away the Magic Map and looked back:

"Stop arguing, we're leaving."

"Where to?"

The Fairy girl named Bawansi jumped forward nimbly on her deer hooves, sidling up to Morgan and asked curiously.

Morgan patted the girl's head, pondering,

"Northern Britannia, Spirit Tomb Albion. That's where the third [Elf Knight] predicted by the prophecy is."

"So, I'm going to have another sister?"

Bawansi asked with a mischievous smile, but her grey eyes couldn't hide the malice emanating from them.

She didn't want anyone to share her "mother."

Anyone who would try to take "mother" away was an enemy!

Bawansi first glared at the Dog Demon fairy Bagster who had intruded and taken some of her place, then ground her silver teeth and looked menacingly towards the Northern Realm of Britannia.