“My father pursued the dream of becoming a sorcerer his entire life, so he mastered the language very early on. As such, I’ve been learning it from him since I was a child.” Melgor explained, “He started off by teaching me the grammar, but it was too slow to learn that way. I only managed to grasp the pronunciations after a year of studying...”
“But later, he started conversing with me in the Magi’s tongue. In our daily life, he would give me a beating if I ever spoke in the Central Plains’ tongue. In just three months, I was actually able to communicate with him in that language.” Melgor said, “So it’s not difficult to learn it, especially when it’s just speaking it. As for the casting of spells, you’ll only need to recite the incantations. There’s no need to learn how to write it.”
Milo nodded seriously. “It’s just like a child learning how to speak. Clearly, they don’t know how to write the words down, but that doesn’t stop them from communicating. Let’s do it this way then. Melgor, you’ll handle the teaching while I’ll help to supervise the two of them.”
Melgor was pondering the fact that the kid did not even address him with the honorific “Lord” anymore. He questioned Milo impatiently, “Supervise them? You? How?”
“Didn’t you say that your father used to give you a beating when you were young? I can give them a beating them too,” Milo said in seriousness.
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