Fulen was very shocked at this moment; half the reason was indeed because Laze's magic trick was almost perfect, to the point where even he nearly failed to detect Laze's movements during the performance, and the other half was that a Magician truly prepares for everything.
The reason the "Trickmaster" is easy to learn is that the potion enhances the Beyonder's dynamic vision and attention, which is why Fulen was able to clearly see Laze quickly putting the flower into his pocket and placing a very large ice block from his pocket under the top hat.
The magic trick looked very stunning, but, to be honest, Fulen still felt that once he saw through the trick, the Magician became a bit disheveled. Laze always carried an ice block in his pocket, and a rose was hidden in his sleeve. These are things normal people wouldn't prepare, yet a Magician needs to constantly hide them.
As soon as Fulen thought about needing to carry so many things with him, his heart was instantly filled with sorrow, and at the same time, he swore, "I will absolutely not carry so many props. Fortunately, playing the role is just playing the role."
In the time that followed, Laze taught and Fulen learned. Fulen almost mastered the principles and techniques of the magic trick after two tries. Laze marveled at Fulen's talent and accelerated the pace of his teaching.
After Laze finished teaching, he said with some astonishment, "Fulen, your talent is second only to Sohier's among everyone I've seen. No, it's even safe to say that your talent is on par with Sohier's. At this rate, you can basically graduate in about a week. Practice well; I'll check on you later." He waved his hand, and Laze disappeared behind the Door to the lounge.
Fulen didn't say much and continued to silently practice these magic techniques. Gradually, Fulen's techniques became more and more skilled. From being unpracticed at first, he gradually became proficient, and finally, Fulen even felt that his magic techniques had become completely seamless.
At this moment, Fulen felt that the potion and his spirituality began to merge to a certain extent, and his own spirituality started to become somewhat lively.
When Laze returned to check on the results, he emphasized again with astonishment, "Fulen, if your progress remains this rapid, then in a week, you can stand on the stage of Sohier Circus, and I will successfully gain another colleague! Hahaha, alright, go rest. Magic also needs a balance of work and rest."
After Fulen left the Circus, he randomly found a restaurant to solve his hunger, then decided to go to Wilson's villa to ask about his training schedule.
As he walked, Fulen recalled his magic techniques. He realized that only when techniques, language, and performance are combined does it become true magic. A Magician who only has techniques but cannot make the Spectators feel mysterious is merely a second-rate Magician. To some extent, a Magician is also a charlatan—meaning, in terms of faking the supernatural.
Imagining scenarios, Fulen performed mental simulations in his mind. Fulen gradually felt his understanding of magic deepen, and the advantages and limitations of each technique gradually became clear.
Before long, Fulen saw Wilson's villa. He knocked on the Door, and the Gatekeeper was still Eni. Eni saw Fulen and said nothing, stepping aside. After Fulen entered, he closed the Door and said, "Mr. Wilson is in the same room as yesterday." Then he returned to his own room, or rather, the guardroom.
Fulen followed yesterday's path to the room's Door, knocked, and then sat on the sofa opposite Wilson, looking at the military instructor who had no proper sitting posture.
"Fulen, why didn't you get a pot of coffee and a cup from the kitchen? If I had coffee, I wouldn't be so sleepy." Wilson preempted him, starting with this sentence out of nowhere, leaving Fulen unsure how to respond.
Moreover, just one cup. Fulen asked with a slightly unfriendly tone, "One cup? So I'll be drinking it, then."
"Of course, I'll drink it," Wilson said without much thought, then showed a mischievous smile, "As for you, well, if you're thirsty, be thirsty. Isn't it right for an Apprentice to honor his master?"
"Alas, what a hard life! How did I end up with such a foolish Apprentice?" The rapid-fire tone made one suspect that this was not a person who came from the army at all, but rather a scoundrel. Fulen maliciously guessed that this guy was probably fired because his mouth was too foul. "Since you don't want to help me serve tea and water, then run 100 laps first."
As soon as these words fell, Fulen's eyebrows instantly furrowed wildly. He resisted the urge to curse and said with a moral character far superior to the person in front of him, "Heh heh, the combat class you teach mainly involves teaching people to run while you lie there?"
"Heh heh, young man, you're too impatient. Do as I say. You run first. After you finish running, I'll show you my true skills." Wilson, at this moment, displayed an authoritative image that brooked no questioning. This image reminded Fulen of his own teacher.
Fulen hesitated but finally decided to trust this once, after all, Kvedo's recommendation was very convincing: "...Alright, I'll trust you this once." With that, Fulen turned and went to the small training ground to run.
"Oh my, oh my, it looks like he's a determined one. Well, I'll be busy for a while." Wilson shook his head as he stood up, and after speaking... he actually went directly to the kitchen, brought out a table and chairs, and incidentally, a pot of tea and cups.
Ten thousand meters, to be honest, is still very difficult, even for Fulen, a Beyonder. Of course, one aspect is also that Fulen is a Beyonder who can digest the potion without having to take action. If Fulen changed his mindset and regarded "combat" as part of the "Apprentice" digestion, then Fulen's physical quality would be far superior to what it is now.
For a scholar, five thousand meters is also life-threatening, which was the amount Fulen ran yesterday. And now, when Fulen ran over seven thousand meters, his breathing had already begun to fiercely tear at his throat. Fulen barely managed to swallow a mouthful of water while breathing, but he only felt a metallic taste in his throat from the friction of his mouth.
"Breathing, breathing is the most important thing." Wilson appeared beside Fulen at some point, running alongside him and demonstrating by increasing the intensity of his breathing. What struck Fulen was that Wilson's voice was clear and strong when he spoke, like a voice actor Fulen had met, with a magnetic quality.
Fulen didn't speak, not even glancing at him, because his mind was solely focused on running. Any other action would make Fulen, who was almost exhausted, feel like he might not be able to hold on. However, gradually, Fulen listened to Wilson's rhythmic breathing and slowly matched his pace. Finally, Fulen seemed to enter a new realm.
Finally, without Fulen even noticing, Wilson stopped, signaling that the ten-thousand-meter training was over.