Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 694 - 638: Black Dragon Clan

When Imelt had finally finished writing the letter of remorse and begrudgingly showed it to Supervisor Mr. Lyle, Mr. Lyle felt as though her mouth was chewing on dragon’s breath. Moreover, Imelt’s swollen face seemed to emerge from the words of her letter, filled with complaints.

Mr. Lyle quickly skimmed through the entire text, confirming his suspicion. In Imelt’s letter, nearly every sentence included the word "Lyle".

[...With the assistance of Lyle...With the tacit approval of Lyle...After strategizing with the esteemed Dragon King Priest...]

Imelt was a good girl, and she "generously" credited most of her achievements to Lyle. On the surface, it was a letter of praise for Lyle’s selfless dedication and stupidity; in fact, it was a subtle complaint exposing the evil behind the seemingly innocent idol.

It seemed the young girl still wasn’t quite convinced. Mr. Lyle smiled helplessly, wondering how he could possibly take offense with such an endearing little red dragon.

"Imelt, you did such a great job! Now, copy it ten more times. I’ll send a copy to each of your parents, siblings, and let them see your heartfelt sincerity!"

Upon hearing she needed to copy it ten times, the red dragon’s pupils shrunk in fright, and then, Imelt caught fire. Her red hair whirled wildly in the air, like an ill-contained wildfire crackling chaotically. Even in the presence of several Dragon Priests, she struggled to keep her composure.

"Ahahaha, then I’ll take this and report back to your old man first! Reflect on your misdeeds in quiet solitude at Mackenbert! Scholar teacher, quickly open a magical portal for me!!!" No way, today’s youth crumble just copying it ten times? Sensing trouble, the plague doctor decided to escape first.

Nia picked up the slate and, together with Lyle, slowly moved behind the Blue Dragon Priest, using the Dragon Priest’s silhouette to block the view of the red dragon gathering strength.

"All right, then." The scholar sighed, and a crystal-clear magical portal appeared in front of him as his fingers glided. Stepping through it amid the watchful eyes, the Dragon King Priest who had made both Mackenbert and the Great Furnace a fiery hotspot stepped into the portal.

"Although it seems more troublesome now... but thank you, Lyle." The pieces of time and space stirred by the magic power were like blurred mirrors, and the red dragon’s contorted voice fluttered thinly through the ripples of space-time.

The smiling face illuminated by the firelight of Mackenbert vanished into the air.

...

"Puhahaha..." The tall figure shook with unrestrained laughter, and the resonant echo reverberated throughout the entire bone dragon palace. The father of dragons, clutching the letter from his daughter, caused a series of tremors in the Dragon’s Nest with his flapping giant claws.

"Isn’t this quite interesting, Silvette, hahaha, come see what little Red has done. Quite a surprise, she turned out to be the first..."

The Twilight Dragon Mother squatted next to the father of dragons and scanned the content casually, "Isn’t this badmouthing Lyle? Your daughter and your student have a conflict, and you’re still amused."

"Is it?" The giant dragon read it again, and his slightly subsided laughter burst forth once more, "Hahaha...I didn’t see any sign of bad relations between them at all, this is... essentially praising Lyle for being cunning and sly..."

"Yes, yes, yes... It’s precisely because you’re this kind of father that I’m not at all surprised the kids have gone astray," Silvette injected her power into the slate, "You just want to see them wreak havoc, which is why your power descended upon the Elemental Realm. You indulge them in such nonsense, yet now you’re the father of dragons, please display the solemnity of a parent."

"Let’s not talk about that for now; first, make a few copies of this letter of self-reflection. Let others witness little Red’s ’great achievements’; these are precious memories for the kids."

"As the eldest daughter, she definitely doesn’t want her dark history to be spread," Silvette said, but her hands did not stop working. Rocks reformed, and carvings grew upon them, one became two, and two became three. Imelt’s letter of repentance quickly multiplied into several copies, which the snickering Dragon Mother stuffed into a portal already prepared, linking to other Kin Clan areas.

...

The crystal-illuminated secret chamber housed a handsome man dressed in a loose mage’s robe, who filled the carvings on the stone slate with Mana Beads; the shining magic power illuminated the content, but in no more than a breath’s time, the humanoid lost interest.

"This has dispelled my previous concerns about disturbances in the magic network, troublesome, my scholarly teacher will take this opportunity to make me write a paper. Tch, the magic network needs my coordination, magic demands my research, and even the governance of the City of Wandering requires my involvement. Despite all this, I still have to attend those social gatherings of the nobility every day, while also keeping an eye out for any traces possibly left by the corrosion of the Evil God. Damn, I’m still a child."

"Absolutely cannot seek out Lyle, he would only make me busier."

In the City of Wandering recently, rumors about the Magic Dragon had started to rise, with all races holding curiosity towards this special guest. They constantly reached out to other clans, attempting to discover the new apprentice mentored by the old king. They had no idea that Crystal Dragon Kristo was overwhelmed by the conflicts sparked by their recent frequent interactions.

The scholarly Sir was a jack-of-all-trades, harboring great expectations for the Blue Dragon, even beyond those he had for William and Lyle. He imparted everything he knew to Kristo, and the scholar knew much, very much.

Every dragon learned corresponding knowledge and skills from their Dragon Priest, but differences in clan and habits led to them experiencing vastly different things. Just like Kristo, who was racking their brains to complete enough work in the limited time, White Dragon Bordelis was floating on the ocean surface, basking in the sun.

Bordelis, as a Sea Dragon, had grown to thirty meters, with several Merfolk cleaning his scales, and various barnacles and starfish had become stowaways on his large body. Bordelis could manipulate tides and purify water sources, which made ocean creatures always like to linger around him. Some symbiotic demons were evolving under the stimulation of the dragon’s breath. A Sea Dragon alone could cause the ocean to rise, and Bordelis once again realized the meaning of White Dragon Priest Princess.

"Soon, you will become the largest deep-sea current and breed your own schools of fish. Bordelis, Tuna or Sailfish, which do you prefer to eat? I’ll find you some fry to raise," Princess sat atop his back, watching Bordelis holding a huge slate in his hands.

[Why not choose predators like Ghost Sharks or Narwhals, they’re so cool!] A Merfolk peeked her head from the Sea Dragon’s arm, holding a cleaning algae ball, with her bright eyes fixated on her leader.

[That would dirty the water and fill it with the smell of blood, other than that, those aggressive fellows are not united.] Another Merfolk leaped out of the water, her eyes were purplish-pink, but her teeth were serrated, and she was currently crunching barnacle shells and consuming them.

[Plus, they don’t taste good.] Bubbles rising from underneath brought forth a new opinion.

"Most importantly, those Sea Beasts are too weak, we Merfolk are the clan who follow the strongest Sea Dragon. For Bohr, the strength of the fish schools is trivial, but their meat isn’t, having snacks handy isn’t so bad. Do you want to see this big guy eat half of the Merfolk’s catch and then starve for half a month?" Princess turned her head, with frost forming over the water’s surface as she swept a chilling wind.

The Merfolk poking out from the water shook their heads frantically and dived back to continue their work.

"Her Majesty the Queen is indeed frightening."

"My mother is scary too, but the Queen is far more terrifying than her, worthy of being the Queen who is even more motherly than my mother."

"I heard that!!!" echoed the Ice and Snow Queen’s roar in the seawater.

Princess glared at the water’s surface fiercely, and then, after twenty seconds, exhaled a string of snowflakes into the air.

"They used to not be so lively. I’m not complaining!"

Bordelis smiled gently, the warm breeze carrying moisture brushed against the White Dragon Priest as it flowed down his body. He gazed at the stone tablet, speaking to the child-like tutor.

"Should we bring Lyle to Mosue? My blessing could allow a mortal to touch the deep sea without harm. Father must have sent us Imelt’s stone tablet for this reason; we could seek Lyle’s help."

"Help? What trouble have you encountered? Why didn’t you tell me?!"

"It’s not me, it’s Vina." Bordelis raised his left wing, and the water droplets that lifted created a rainbow in the air, "We could create some trouble ourselves to give Vina the chance to meet Lyle. I think that would be much more interesting than taking her to race with the sailfish."

"Let me think about it some more, young Bohr."

"Sure."

"You are a gentle big kid, Bordelis."

"I am the guardian of Mosue, it’s what I should do."

Princess sighed.

"What do you think about the ’Red Dragon Queen’ mentioned in the text, White Dragon Lord?"

"Hmm... shall we accept some water elemental refugees? They must be having a hard time now."

"Your siblings are fighting for power, and here you are doing charity?!"

"But, I am a Sea Dragon, Princess. I prefer to be in the water, I don’t need to fight with them."

"Then let the ocean swallow the land, turn all the cities into Atlantis!!!"

"...Perhaps I should notify Morocoy or Mr. Ohmhead to keep an eye on you, your ideas are quite dangerous, Princess..."

"It’s all because of your non-ambitious, nice-guy attitude!! It’s driving me crazy!"

Dragon Priests and dragons had many disagreements, but not everyone was like that.

Above the desert, a protruding stone tablet blocked the sand and wind.

A slender figure looked up at the stone tablet, where the earth and yellow sand were fixed in place, or more accurately, compressed by a more ferocious force.

"Alcalon, Red Dragon Queen Imelt..."

Black sharp dragon claws grasped the top of the stone tablet, and the soaring spirit of the eldest dragon child whipped up a fierce sandstorm. Alcalon laughed.

"Imelt, truly exciting, another opponent to look forward to..."

Ohmhead looked up at his pupil with satisfaction, his tone carrying a deliberate touch of teasing.

"The Red Dragons now have a zealous Dwarves army and the Fire Elemental Legion that nearly trampled the Elemental Plane. Aren’t you worried?"

"Worried... no," a loud dragon roar descended from the sky, shattering the sandstorm, "I am the firstborn, I am born a king. I am confident I can surpass my siblings, and I am confident my clan can overcome theirs."

"Those Ancient Humans who wield ancient powers, I very much look forward to their strength."

"Ohmhead, what did you call them again?"

"Trampers? Berserkers?"

"Oh, and Dragon Slayers."