Ian sighed with a feeling of sorrow, "She and I are friends — that will be in the future." His voice was extremely slow, carrying an unprecedented gentleness and caution.
Perhaps with a bit of trepidation?
Anyway, Ian felt he was friendly enough, trying his best to convey his goodwill to her, but all he got in response was the sound of the woman's chattering teeth.
"Snap~"
This made Ian couldn't help but pat his forehead, wondering why people say that emotions can be conveyed even if languages are not understood — but does it look like emotions are being conveyed now?
"I'm really not some horrible monster; I'm the victim here, the one being attacked by you all." To be honest, Ian was feeling somewhat aggrieved from the bottom of his heart.
Very aggrieved.
But this sentence still held no meaning. Ian attempted to initiate a mental link but discovered he couldn't succeed, perhaps because his mind wasn't on the same frequency as these ancient wizards of this era.
"Blah blah, blah blah."
The woman looked up at Ian, holding her child even more tightly, as if to use her own body as a shield, the reflection of this strange intruder in her muddled eyes.
She uttered a string of rapid syllables, the end of which trembled with a sobbing tone.
"I don't understand! Let me use magic on you, and we can exchange languages? Or let me establish a mental link with you so that we can truly communicate."
Ian raised his magic wand, yet, due to this action, fear and vigilance filled the Witch's eyes. She held her child even more tightly, as if to use her body as a shield to block any potential threats. Her lips trembled slightly, uttering a string of rapid and unclear sounds, evidently begging Ian to spare them.
"Language! I only want to obtain the language!"
Ian touched his mouth and gestured, but regrettably, he couldn't tell whether his expression was too abstract, or if the woman's understanding was indeed limited.
She stared at him intently, suddenly as if making a certain decision, she slowly lowered her head, shielding the infant at her chest, then raised her face to expose her neck.
"Is this... asking to exchange her life for her daughter's life?"
Ian was shocked at heart.
"I'm truly not a terrible monster or a killer, go to Dumbledore for that, he looked like an ogre in his youth..." He shook his head helplessly, sighing somewhat to adjust his emotions.
Ian knew he must clear up the misunderstanding as soon as possible. He slowly extended his magic wand.
The Witch obviously did not understand Ian's previous complaints. Her eyes were still filled with resolve, as if she had already decided to sacrifice her life for her daughter's safety.
Therefore.
She knelt directly in front of Ian.
"..."
Ian was speechless. This maternal force moved him, and also made him realize that mere gestures and tones indeed couldn't resolve the misunderstanding in front of him.
He could only take decisive action.
"Legilimency!"
At the tip of Ian's magic wand, a silvery white halo glowed. When casting spells on similarly ranked wizards, it's still necessary to use the aid of a magic wand, letting the magic power seep into the woman's temple like a trickle.
However.
When his magic touched the woman's brain, a strong sense of rejection came through. Previously failing the mental link, only now did Ian fully realize what was happening. Frowning tightly — these ancient humans' brain structure was completely different from modern humans, even having some innate mental barriers.
Inaccessible easily.
Even though the Legilimency spell was in effect, the magic hit an invisible barrier when touching the surface of consciousness, and these ancient wizards' brains seemed protected by some force.
Was it magic?
Ian could only perceive some indecipherable runes, those mental barriers glowing with rune light were like a cage of steel, tightly sealing the woman's memory.
"Indeed, to become a Divine Spirit's wizard, is to be unlike us." Ian discovered these ancient humans, who were confirmed to be future members of the Divine Race, were truly extraordinary.
Even their internal structure, along with the operation and existence of their magic power, were different from Ian's understanding, and even the brain had an innate barrier.
Cannot be breached by Legilimency.
"Fortunately, I have more than one means." Ian took a deep breath, magic power circulating, the glow at the tip of the wand turned from blue to black, forming into a deep shadow.
"Soul Stealing!"
This time.
His magic directly targeted the soul. The woman's pupils suddenly contracted, her body shook violently, but she did not resist. Ian's consciousness delved into the depths of her memory.
Numerous images flooded like a tide. The Witch's memory began flashing before Ian's eyes — in the ancient forest, a group of wizards sat around a bonfire, sharing their hunting experiences.
On the vast grassland, they battled with wild beasts, feeling the earth's pulse. And those images resonating with nature, as if the entire world was under their control.
It was as if.
This tribe.
Every person was a wizard.
No squibs.
And no ordinary humans.
Although these scenes were astonishing, Ian did not linger too much; he only extracted the part he needed most — the language of these ancient wizards.