Hidden in the classroom, Long Yi and Ai Lin started an undisturbed study session. Ai Lin gave a detailed explanation for the spells Long Yi had just cast.
At this point, Long Yi revealed the truth to Ai Lin.
Actually, Long Yi had no idea what the spells he cast were even called. He had simply been following Ai Lin and Selun’s loud chanting of the spell nas in the dragon language, so he also shouted out the sa. With many letters in the dragon language he still hadn’t learned, Long Yi rely copied the pronunciation.
Ai Lin couldn’t help but widen her eyes in curiosity, astonished at Long Yi’s learning ability. She had known Long Yi could mimic the casting of others by detecting their energy flows. On the other hand, she was even more curious about how Long Yi could cast spells just by pronunciation, even though he hadn’t learned the dragon language.
It must be understood that the dragon language isn’t just about pronunciation, it is a commandnt. Using the dragon language as a prir stimulates the casting of spells or fighting aura techniques. This requires not only mastering the pronunciation of the dragon language but also its aning.
Alin had never heard of anyone able to cast skills without understanding the aning of the dragon language.
Could Long Yi possibly be the first one?
Moreover, Long Yi’s pronunciation of the dragon language was far from standard. By rights, this kind of non-standard pronunciation makes it difficult to cast complete spells or fighting aura techniques, yet Long Yi had never failed once.
If it’s about luck, then isn’t this luck just a bit too abnormal?
Ai Lin slowly explained the origin, usage, and principles of these spells to Long Yi. At the sa ti, she also inford him of the accompanying formulas and theories and instructed Long Yi to morize them. As they were discussing, a beam of white light rose from Ai Lin’s body.
"Ah, I’ve leveled up."
Ai Lin looked up briefly and softly said.
"Huh?" Long Yi almost lost his eyeballs. "You leveled up?"
"Yes, I’ve leveled up. I’m now at the eighth level of magic," Ai Lin smiled.
"No way, how did you suddenly level up by just sitting here?" Long Yi was greatly puzzled.
"I didn’t just level up by sitting here. Aren’t I studying spells with you?"
"Studying spells can lead to leveling up?"
"Yes, even though I am a Magic Fighter, I am fundantally still a mage. A mage levels up by studying magic. That’s how it’s supposed to be."
Ai Lin blinked, her eyes turned into two crescent moons as she laughed.
Where is the justice in the world! Where is the justice!
I, the old man, battle to the death every day, just to advance to level twenty as soon as possible, to gain a layer of Dragon Mark, allowing Bajie to evolve in the most perfect form. But look at Ai Lin, this little girl, who just leveled up by sitting here studying spells! Where is the justice in the world! Where is the fairness and justice! I’m the one who crossed over! Shouldn’t I be the one who levels up even while sleeping? Shouldn’t I be the one casting forbidden curses just by eating a sweet potato? Shouldn’t I be the one who has a beautiful computer girl who can control the universe? I’ve been practicing bitterly over the past eighteen years! And most of them were for that little Elsa. Though Elsa is my girlfriend, who will sooner or later beco my woman, it doesn’t an I’m not suffering from this! Doesn’t Elsa seem more like the one who crossed over? Am I just the miserable teacher of the one who crossed over!? I also have half of the talent for spells. Since Ai Lin could level up, why have I, who’s been studying half the day, never have the slight premonition of leveling up?
Long Yi looked sullen. Ai Lin quickly explained.
It turns out that for mages, so-called studying spells to level up, as the words suggest, is actually researching spells. Here, Ai Lin was doing most of the research while instructing Long Yi. Long Yi was just a learner, he wasn’t doing the research, he was just chanically reciting.
Upon hearing this explanation, Long Yi instantly lost heart. But then, what could he do other than to accept his fate?
Carry on studying!
In the afternoon, Ai Lin went to wait for Wesley at the first-year entrance.
Long Yi had now beco a person of great status; everyone in the first year knew about him. The first-year students called out ’Brother Long’ each ti they saw him. Long Yi enjoyed it and quietly told Ai Lin who was standing beside him, "Soon, everyone in the Dragon Knight Academy, from top to bottom, will call ’Brother Long’."
Ai Lin tilted her small face to look up at Long Yi and softly said, "I believe in you!"
Soon, Wesley appeared, along with the fat and thin brothers.
"Brother Long!" Wesley looked surprised. He had thought that he would never see Long Yi again after Long Yi advanced to the second year. He didn’t expect that Long Yi would actually co here to wait for him after school.
"Brother Long!"
The plump guy and the skinny guy both called out at the sa ti, at this point they had already submitted to Long Yi willingly. And of course they submitted! In the White Dragon Empire, there were definitely less than ten people who dared to hit the emperor’s son in front of the emperor. And those who dared to kill the emperor’s son definitely numbered less than five! And Long Yi was one of them! How could they not submit?
"Brother Long, if we did anything wrong as brothers in the past, we hope you won’t hold it against us."
The plump guy looked slightly embarrassed, and the skinny guy also appeared slightly uneasy.
"Haha, no worries, we’re all brothers here. It was just a joke,"
Long Yi assured them.
Later on, the brothers formally introduced themselves.
The plump guy and the skinny guy were blood brothers, hailing from the prestigious Bowen Clan. Their father was a high-ranking official in the Dragon Knight legion, nad Vier Bowen.
As for the plump guy’s real na, he refused to reveal it. When asked his younger brother, he also kept his mouth shut, only stating that they could call him by his nickna.
Chef.
The plump guy introduced to everyone his second Mount Dragon. Turns out, he was a Dual Dragon Knight, in addition to the rare Hive Dragon everyone had seen before, he also had an even rarer Giant Swallow Dragon. This type of dragon consud almost anything, from dirt and tal to even gems, magical energy and dragon breath, there was nothing it wouldn’t swallow or devour. And corresponding to this, was the dragon’s incessant desire for food. This desire even influenced the Dragon Knight himself. The plump guy was originally quite skinny, but affected by this desire, he gradually began to eat more, and when the food made by others could no longer satisfy him, he even started to learn how to cook himself. Gradually, even the clan’s veteran chefs were surpassed by him. And so, Chef’s nickna began to spread around.
Strangely, Chef would rather let others call him by this derogatory nickna than tell anyone his real na. Of course, everyone has their own privacy, and Long Yi didn’t press for more questions.
But people found it perplexing that Chef, who was a Dual Dragon Knight, seed weaker than the skinny guy who only had one Nine Mosquito Dragon.
The skinny guy also didn’t reveal his real na and, just as his Mount Dragon was nad Nine Mosquito Dragon, his nickna was Mosquito. Mosquito told Long Yi that his na wasn’t really that special and revealing it wouldn’t do any harm. But as the younger brother, he naturally wanted to keep in line with his older brother, so he decided to keep it a secret for now. However, Mosquito did reveal that if they really wanted to know, they could ask Wesley. Wesley prided himself on collecting information, and he must’ve already found out their nas.
Long Yi chuckled, noted it down, but didn’t think much of it. After all, if soone isn’t keen to tell, there really isn’t a need to go after it, since after all, a na is just a label. Calling them plump or skinny, chef or mosquito, it doesn’t make a difference.
Chef was grateful for Long Yi’s open-mindedness, but deep down, Long Yi was still very curious, what kind of na would make Chef so reluctant to reveal it.
The group left the academy on foot, entered the business district, and Wesley announced that he was treating them. Seeing his excited appearance, there must be sothing he wanted to say, so everyone followed Wesley all the way to the entrance of an incredibly luxurious restaurant.
"Pure White, what a scary na for a restaurant. It feels like we’re in a hospital."
Long Yi observed the simple na and comnted.
"Haha, Brother Long, you must not know. This is one of the top five restaurants in Academy City, and it’s run by the Elf Clan. The ingredients here are extrely exquisite, and the prices are astronomically high. Only the rich and famous can dine here, and they don’t even accept outside custors, only those with a special mbership card can enter!"
As Wesley spoke, he proudly brought out a green card from his pocket. When the card was placed horizontally, an ancient towering tree slowly erged, which was the symbol of the Elf Clan, ho to all elves, the World Tree.
"This is way too high-end, too scary, let’s just go find a food stall and eat so grilled at."
Long Yi suggested.
"Don’t, Brother Long, I finally borrowed this mbership card from ho, can you just let show off for a bit?"
Wesley wailed.
"Oh, so you’re asking ."
"I’m asking you."
"Please, ask again."
"I’m asking you again."
"Keep asking."
"I beg you."
"Since you’re so sincere, let’s just go in there and eat." Long Yi waved his large hand, making everyone laugh heartily.
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