The Circle of Sorcerers: A Mages of Bloodmyr Novel: Book #1
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One day during his training, Laedron went to speak to Victor after his studies, the evening twilight giving a peaceful backdrop to the turmoil within his heart. Finding Victor's door closed, he knocked.
After receiving an an invitation to enter, he opened the door and took a seat across the desk from Victor. “Master—”
He was cut off by a raised hand until Victor finished reading a scroll. While he waited, Laedron took a few moments to study the room further since he had only been there a couple of times, and he enjoyed the old artwork displayed in the office.
“Now,” Victor said some minutes later. “What can I do for you?”
“I came to ask a question, if you have the time.”
“Of course. What's on your mind?” Victor furled the scroll and set it aside.
“These tactics you're teaching. They don't seem to be very effective,” he said, averting his eyes.
“No?”
“No, Master. It seems that they might work against small groups of people but not where we're outnumbered.”
“Good. Then you're learning things quite well and catching on before the rest often do.”
“Sorry?”
Victor displayed a confident smile. “The tactics are useless unless placed in specific situations, yes. That's the entire point of the training.”
“I don't understand. You want me to learn something that I won't be using?” he stammered with confusion.
“The whole idea is to teach you to augment your knights, young sorcerer, and for the knights to complement your abilities. Nothing more than that can be gleaned from practice, for it is in the real world where you will truly learn your craft.”
Laedron bowed his head. “Then I shall continue my training. Thank you for explaining it to me.”
“Always, Laedron. If you need me for anything else, you know where to find me.”