Looking at the still somewhat excited little girl in front of him, Ian felt quite emotional. Indeed, children are always a bit easier to deal with. It’s like in Marvel movies, where the simplest way to kill Thanos is to strangle baby Thanos.

"You call me teacher, I will call you Lady Morgan; each of us talks about our own roles." With the protection of the contract, Ian gained a bit of confidence, though it was clear he wasn’t fully confident.

"Why not Miss Morgan?"

Little Morgan was somewhat dissatisfied with Ian’s address.

"Fine, then Miss Morgan."

Ian didn’t hesitate to change, and as soon as he did, little Morgan’s eyes turned into crescent moons with joy. Childhood Bad Woman does have a hint of cuteness.

"First, find us a place to settle down." Ian rubbed his temples, wanting some personal time to sort out his thoughts. He still found the events happening now quite astonishing.

He became the teacher of his teacher.

So.

The Empress senior sister is also not the Empress senior sister, but rather his grand-disciple? This was too confusing, and even wielding the Paradox Authority made it hard for him to understand the paradoxes caused by time travel. Of course, that might be because he hadn’t held this authority long enough.

"No problem!"

Little Morgan patted her still undeveloped chest enthusiastically, glancing at the gradually dissipating magic staff in her hand and then at the magic wand in Ian’s hand.

"I actually like these small casting props too."

She seemed to be hinting her demand to Ian.

Ian rolled his eyes at hearing this.

As expected.

Women lie with their mouths; future Morgan disdains magic wands the most, now this Morgan doesn’t really like them, only thinks that small ones might seem more advanced.

He was already reading minds.

Starting to get bolder.

"I will make a suitable magic wand for you, of course, that will be after I’ve rested." Ian’s hint was obvious, and little Morgan understood instantly.

"This way."

She was ready to lead Ian out of the farm.

However.

At the door, she still expressed concern to her guards, "My two knights... are they dead? If so, may I please bury them in the pigsty?"

"I think I’ll continue my experiments, maybe their heroic spirits can reincarnate into the bellies of my experimental pigs." Such wild notions are truly not what everyone can imagine.

Little Morgan cared about her guards.

But evidently not much.

Bad Woman had a heart not so kind and beautiful from a young age.

"Do you want the boar to get pregnant?"

Ian’s expression turned odd.

He really couldn’t understand what the purpose of such an experiment was.

Little Morgan recognized her teacher’s confusion.

"No, my actual goal is to research a way for men to get pregnant. If men could get pregnant, then I will become the world’s largest slave owner."

"Around here, slaves are equivalent to gold coins." Her answer seemed to have some logic, but the more one thought about it, the more it felt eerie.

"Quite the get-rich-quick scheme... awesome!" Ian could only respond with a thumbs-up; he really wanted to know if such a method would ever be developed.

And at this moment.

Riddle’s voice suddenly sounded.

"I actually know of an island filled with the gold coins you want." It was obvious he was trying to redeem himself for the bad impression he left earlier.

Only a Dark Wizard would know how terrible it is to be resented by a Legendary Black Wizard.

"Shut up, you’re talking nonsense, the Dark Arts have rotted your brain, haven’t they?" Ian didn’t want to change such a huge historical course, furiously glaring at Riddle, who was lying on the ground.

Riddle immediately shrank back.

"Yes, the Dark Arts did rot my brain, all my actions just now were influenced by the Dark Arts, the Dark Arts are truly terrifying!"

He still shouted hoarsely.

Obviously trying to let little Morgan hear.

"..."

Ian was utterly speechless towards Riddle, who was even more cowardly than himself.

"Wake up, you’re the Black Demon King."

He seriously reminded Riddle.

Unexpectedly.

Upon hearing.

Riddle looked at Ian, then at Morgan.

"Heh heh."

He let out a self-deprecating, bitter laugh.

Simply called a bitter smile.

This was an expression Ian couldn’t master no matter what. Ian had wanted to ask for advice, but seeing little Morgan already started trying to drag knights into the pigsty.

"Your guards aren’t dead yet."

"They were just under the Petrification Curse, this magic can freeze a creature’s actions without causing too much harm, just need to pour some potion."

Speaking of which.

Ian took out two bottles of potion, walked over and lifted the knights’ helmets, pouring the potion into the knights’ mouths, and soon, their stiff bodies began to recover.

"They’re really not dead!"

Little Morgan’s voice couldn’t tell whether she was surprised or disappointed.

Just quite complicated emotionally.

"I can teach you this magic."

Ian intended for little Morgan to learn magic gradually.

However.

Little Morgan was resolute.

"No, I want to learn that... the green Killing Curse you used earlier. This world is too dangerous, I need dangerous magic to protect myself."

Her tone revealed a maturity and decisiveness beyond her years.