Ares, God of War

"I see, teacher." Medea nodded and replied crisply.

"By the way, if you have any difficulties in life, you can also go to Perseus." Hecate thought for a while, and then said: "After all, you are both human beings, but I am a protoss. I can't understand the need."

"Ah."

Medea nodded her head.

"Okay." Hecate touched the little girl's head, and then pushed her towards Ares: "Let your senior brother take you to an introductory course in magic today, Perseus."

"Hey, teacher." Ares caught the little girl Medea pushed by Hecate, and then asked with voice transmission: "Do you really want me to teach her?"

"Why not?" Hecate asked back: "Your magic level is almost at the top of the room, right? Besides, anyway, we study those magics, and Medea can't learn them, so why don't you teach her as you think?" , see what she wants to learn, you can teach her what."

"Actually, you just want to push your disciples to me, so you can do your own thing, right?" Ares complained.

"Then if you want me to teach, I won't help you to be that mechanical god, what do you think?" Hecate rolled his eyes.

Ares was speechless.

He thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I will teach casually. If this girl turns into a person with a very strange style of painting, don't blame me."

The communication between the two ended in a blink of an eye, so when Perseus heard Hecate's call, in Medea's eyes, he was only slightly stunned, and then nodded in agreement:

"Okay, I see, teacher."

Hecate waved her hand and happily dumped Medea to Ares. After resting for a while, she went to the magic workshop of the underworld to do her own research, while Ares took Medea by the hand. Dia's hand, said to her:

"Come with me, Medea."

With this little princess, Ares walked into Hecate's tree palace with her, and then led her to the front of the magic books he had learned when he first started.

Looking at these magic books, Ares let go of Medea's palm, then turned to look at her, raised his fingers in a serious manner, and asked:

"Medea, before learning magic, can you tell me what kind of magic you want to learn?"

"Which one?" Medea raised her head in confusion and asked, "Are there still different types of magic?"

"Of course it has to be divided. Although magicians and magicians can learn both in theory, a person's energy is limited, especially since we humans are not gods like Mr. Hecate, who are not old. Immortal, with endless lifespan, can continue to study."

Ares explained:

"Therefore, after the rise of human beings, magicians gradually divided magic and magic into various categories, or we can also call it magic specialization."

"Oh, so that's the case, what specialization do you have, brother?" Medea asked curiously.

"Brother is a pure yang specialist." Ares puffed up his chest, and said with some pride: "As long as you remain a virgin until the age of thirty, brother will be able to become an omnipotent great magician!"

"Oh oh oh, that's amazing!" Medea clapped her hands and said, "Then senior brother, I also want to learn pure yang specialization!"

"Cough, there is no way for this, girls can't learn it." Ares shook his head and said: "This specialization is only for men."

"Oh, okay." Medea was a little disappointed, but she didn't worry too much about it because of her childish nature, and soon her attention was shifted to another aspect, and she asked, "Then senior brother, I want to learn from those Magic that drives away pain, disease, and wounds."

"Oh, you want to learn healing magic?" Ares touched his chin, and then took two slates from the bookshelf: "It's not difficult, this kind of magic and magic, originally from the power of Apollo, the God of Medicine It was derived from it, and after it appeared, our teacher Hecate also sorted out its system."

He put the slate on the ground, put his hips on his hips, and asked Medea: "Okay, then there are several branches in this magic, which one do you want to become? Dear, here, the brother recommends you to be a violent magician." teacher."

"Frenzy healer?" Medea sounded a little scared: "This sounds scary, are there others?"

"Well, the kindness of a violent healer is already the most suitable for girls." Ares thought for a while, and then said: "Then there are arbitration paladins, comfort monks and dirty priests." .”

"Uh, brother, these three specializations sound scary." Medea muttered, "What do they do?"

"The one with the hammer, the one who practices boxing, and the one with the secondary system of mind control." Ares thought for a while, and replied, "By the way, the previous berserk healers used swords."

"Aren't magicians and magicians supposed to wear robes and hold wands?" Medea asked blankly.

"How is that possible? As a master of magic, it is natural to have all-round development of morality, intelligence, body, art and labor." Ares rubbed Medea's head, and said persuasively: "Brother told you, in the magic world, only magic can be used. Those who don’t have magic wands are really powerful. For true magic masters, wands are just props used to enchant their main weapons.”

Chapter 77. Fryer

Afterwards, Medea asked about other professional professions, such as elemental magician, spiritual magician, puppeteer, etc., but what kind of "element magic sword user" and "spiritual manipulation backstage" did Ares use? Assassin Master", "Eighteen Bronze Man Puppeteer" and other professions to fool Medea, so after much deliberation, Medea chose to become a magician specializing in healing.

No matter how violent Ares makes this profession, at least it can still milk others.

However, although Medea chose to become a healer, she did not choose to become the "violent healer" recommended by Ares. She felt that as a magician, she still had to hold a magic wand anyway, so Ares recommended her to become a "comforting monk". Although theoretically, a profession like a berserk healer can also hide a sword in a wand, but Ares thinks that a beautiful girl should just throw away the wand and go up to rush empty-handed. The face is more visually impactful.

After Medea chose her specialization, Ares immediately began to formulate corresponding training courses for her. The first thing she prepared for her was naturally from elementary to advanced to mature. Healing magic and auxiliary magic, all of which need to be screened by Ares. Secondly, Ares also prepared a series of physical training courses for the young Medea, as well as various training courses including "Pancrasin". A powerful fighting technique.

And Ares also discovered that Medea is different from him. As the main god, Ares was born able to understand most of the divine texts, but Medea could not, and Hecate wrote Magic is basically described in divine language to keep it mysterious. Therefore, before Medea learned magic and magic, Ares had to take on the responsibility of a language teacher and teach her divine language.

After Ares memorized Medea's future plans with a piece of papyrus, he raised his head and found Medea sitting obediently beside him, staring at him obediently.

Such a good boy.

Ares sighed in his heart. In fact, Medea, a lovely princess, will be reduced to the kind of witch who kills her closest relatives in the future, which is also the fault of the gods of Olympus.

When Jason sailed to the island of Colchas, the kingdom of Medea, he was made things difficult by Medea's father, King Aeetes. In order to help Jason and the heroes on board get out of trouble, the gods simply Let Aphrodite take her annoying son Eros, and shoot an arrow at Medea when Medea looks at Jason.

So the simple witch fell in love with Jason hopelessly. This kind of love forced by the gods can already be said to be a curse no less than madness. Medea, who was caught in the whirlpool of love, forgot Everything, subjects, parents, brothers, she only has Jason in her eyes, so she did a series of evil things like crazy, which led to such a huge tragedy.

With Ares here this time, of course it is impossible for his junior sister to suffer such a tragedy again.

"Okay, without further ado, let's start." Ares rolled up the paper scroll on the table and stood up. He was just about to find a place to start teaching the Medea scriptures, when he suddenly heard There were two soft "cuckoo" sounds.

Ares turned his head to the side, and saw Medea lowered her head with a flushed face, her hands tightly clutching her skirt, not daring to look at him.

"hungry?"