Fire Throne Tower.
Greem slowly awoke from his deep sleep.
The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to have the Chip scan his body and confirm his ntal state.
[Beep. Host’s Spirit is at 26.3892 points.]
Greem frowned slightly. He once again felt the mysteriousness and power of magic.
The Chip’s scan was extrely accurate, so much so that it had included four digits past the decimal point. Greem had spent four hours in deep ditation last night as well. However, the value of his Spirit seed to have been completely locked down by a mysterious force. His daily ditation could not cause it to grow by even a trace.
Greem also had the Chip do a more comprehensive and in-depth scan on his brain. Sadly, it still couldn’t manage to find the key to the magical contract’s binding of his Spirit improvent.
After all, the domain that the Chip had mastery over was only the material world of actual substance. Strange magic such as the magical contract required Greem to personally experience and learn to be able to understand their workings.
In all honesty, Greem had even initially suspected that the magical contract’s seal was caused by ntal hypnosis. He had put himself in a suggestive state and had the Chip reverse-hypnotise him.
Unfortunately, that had failed as well!
After a period of research, Greem was finally confident that the magical contract was being enforced on his ntal consciousness through the mysterious planar laws. As such a power was beyond his current abilities, the seal of the contract was not sothing that he could analyze and decipher alone.
Research the planar laws? He could discuss it once his Spirit was high enough to analyze the laws of the material plane’s functions!
It was a hard limit.
One wasn’t qualified to even touch the planar laws before they reached this level. And if he couldn’t even touch the planar laws, how was he supposed to research it?!
Fortunately, with the aid of the Chip, Greem didn’t co out empty-handed from this uninvited disaster. At the very least, Greem had unexpectedly gained a vague understanding of the way the planar laws worked through his resistance against the magical contract.
It couldn’t be helped. After all, the planar laws were affecting him personally this ti!
Greem frowned as he pondered and slowly got up from the bed.
The first thing to do after waking up was naturally to clean up and freshen up.
However, Greem’s natural disposition toward water elentium and natural water had turned into one of disgust ever since he had advanced to beco a Second Grade fire adept. Under ordinary circumstances, Greem very rarely showered any more. The only water he would co into contact with was the water he drank to sustain his human body.
Greem’s room was large. Very large.
Apart from the sizeable, luxurious bed in the dead center of the room, the most eye-catching furniture was the grand and ornate magic mirror in the corner.
At this mont, Greem stood proudly in front of the magic mirror.
The multiple blood elf servants who had been waiting there for a long ti rushed forward and surrounded him. They started to get to work diligently. Unfastening his soft sleeping robe, taking off his light spider-silk undergarnts, brushing his waist-long crimson hair...
Greem was naked once all the clothes had been taken off.
The muscles on his body had perfect lines and were very well-defined, and not a single trace of fat could be seen on his body. The ratio of his limbs could only be described as perfect and coordinated. One could even see the pure fire-energy coursing through his body like lava, due to the translucent skin of his dark-red body.
When paired with his long crimson hair and his intimidating and blazing bright black eyes, Greem’s entire being radiated an aura of mystery and wickedness!
The blood elf servants around him couldn’t help but betray thirst and lust in their eyes as their gazes lingered on every single muscle and curve on Greem’s perfect body. The masculine aura of their master intoxicated them, just as the overwhelming blood energy in his body drove them mad.
Greem ripped his fists as a bright red fla erged from the pores of his skin, instantly turning him into a ferocious and towering humanoid of flas. A short mont later, all the stuff attached to his body, such as dust and dead skin, had vanished without a trace!
With Greem’s current pyromancy skills, the blood elf servants wouldn’t be hurt in the slightest, even if they were right next to him. These blood elf servants seed to have gotten used to this sight. They stepped forward the mont the flas vanished and helped Greem into a brand-new spider-silk undergarnt before draping his body in the large red adept’s robe that represented the pride of a fire adept.
Greem rely closed his eyes throughout the entire process. He had been changed without even needed to lift a single finger. As for the little bit of body contact and few touches that these seductresses squeezed in during the process of changing? It couldn’t be helped.
They giggled as they surrounded Greem, their seductive looks revealed for all to see. Their slender fingers regularly brushed across Greem’s explosive muscles as they helped him change.
The giggling didn’t cease, and the teasing shoves they gave each other made them all the more enchanting.
If it weren’t for there being so many of them, and Greem’s commanding aura keeping them in line, so of the blood elves would probably have thrown themselves into his embrace.
They had a very clear understanding of the situation after all.
Since their mistress had been willing to place them at the side of her beloved male adept, her aning was fairly clear.
Either way, they would be willing to endure so slight punishnt from their mistress Mary if it ant being able to seduce this handso young male adept into spending one night with them. After all, his muscular body and boiling blood energy were all steps that led toward the evolution that they dreamt about!
In the past, Greem might not have been able to restrain himself before so many beauties, even with his self-discipline.
However, with the increase in his power and spiritual will, such superficial seduction could no longer move his well-hidden ’human heart.’ There was nothing wrong with intercourse as a ans to soothe the body and mind either, though excessive indulgence in such activities was a taboo for those with ambition.
After probingly teasing for a bit, and still faced with Greem’s cold expression, the blood elves had no choice but to step back regretfully.
A mont later, Greem was calmly eating breakfast in the spacious living room.
The warm sunlight fell into the room through the narrow yet large window and illuminated Greem. He started to enjoy the dium-rare underground fire dragon ribs slowly. anwhile, a First Grade blood elf mage stood by his side. She bowed as she used her pretty voice to give him a report on the clan’s recent budget and financial situation, along with the various bits of information that the two adept’s towers had gathered.
Fire Throne was deep underground. Naturally, there couldn’t possibly be any sort of warm sunlight. Everything that Greem was currently enjoying was being simulated by the tower using elentium energy.
The adepts had always been willing to spend on facilitating an excellent state of mind!
The roast at on Greem’s plate was two kilograms in total. It had been roasted with much care and effort. It was fragrant and golden on the outside, while on the inside, it was soft and tender. A delicious sauce had also been poured over the at. Greem put on his napkin, sliced a small piece with the silverware, and put it in his mouth. The complex, compound flavor of the gourt ribs exploded in his mouth.
The flavor carried the delicacy of the at itself, enhanced by the taste of the sauce. However, what enchanted Greem the most was the dense fire elentium aura that lingered between his lips.
One had to ntion that a single bite of underground fire dragon ribs that had been cooked in this manner was equal to six minutes of ditation. Moreover, this way of replenishing fire elentium energy had no side-effects or issues with over-consumption. It was the one single way in which all adepts liked to restore their elentium energy!
However, excellent underground fire dragon specins hid deep in magma volcanoes. Finding and successfully hunting them was not an easy task. If it weren’t for Greem having discovered one or two underground fire dragon packs in the magma tunnel beneath Fire Throne, even he wouldn’t dare to be so extravagant as to enjoy such an expensive al on such a frequent basis. They easily cost over a hundred magical crystals per al, after all.
Of course, it wasn’t as if there weren’t better delicacies in this world!
At the very least, there was a replacent ingredient that was far superior to the underground fire dragon within the areas that Greem could reach.
That was...actual fire dragon at!
Underground fire dragons were only hybrid dragons, after all. They were rely a branch of the many mixed-blood descendants of the dragon. Of course, the quality of its at was several tis lower when compared to an actual fire dragon.
Greem hadn’t gotten to taste the Second Grade fire dragon from last ti. Apart from so materials on the side, everything else had been devoured by Oliven.
In all honesty, it was weird. The Second Grade fire dragon was as big as a hill, while Oliven was a petite lady. Greem could hardly even imagine how she had managed to devour an entire Second Grade fire dragon.
Though Greem had wanted to witness it for himself, Oliven had chased all of them out under the excuse of personal privacy. Moreover, the Firethroat Dragonborn had attacked at that ti. Everyone had been busy with the fighting and had thus forgotten about this matter.
Second Grade fire dragons were difficult to deal with and hard to find as well. However, Lance had plenty of First Grade fire dragons.
Over the past few days, Greem had set several tasks for Brain Monster Gazlowe. He had him find out the number of First Grade fire dragons in Lance, as well as their hos. Once this information was obtained, all of Greem’s future fire dragon als would be secured with the help of the Crimson Clan’s dragonslaying squad!
Greem scarfed down the food in front of him as he silently listened to the report.
He didn’t respond to most of the information and data, simply having the Chip store it instead. It was only when he heard sothing that interested him that he would stop eating and have the beautiful blood elf mage explain in more detail.
And today, Greem ran into a topic that interested him very much!
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