After finalizing the ten-year plan for the Port of Wallens and Lurwarden with Nifadora, and following a satisfying interlude, David was preparing to return to the Old Continent. It was then, at the Port of Wallens, that he saw the three thousand Nathril Scholars Dragon Dad had brought from the Continent of Toriel.
After so much ti had passed, David's anticipation for the previous "card draw" had considerably faded.
It was like a pay-to-win mobile ga that hadn't been played for a long ti, left to the side waiting for an update. Picking it up again after so many years felt sowhat like "electronic impotence."
However, David, still holding this mindset, was instantly taken aback, his eyes widening slightly upon seeing the current state of these "lost souls" he had poached from Barto Hell.
These assembled Nathril Scholars at the port were all dressed in white mage robes, exuding a distinct sense of mystery from the inside out.
The Port of Wallens had been peacefully handed over and was usually bustling and vibrant. Now, however, it was quiet. All rchants and dockworkers instinctively kept their distance from the spellcasters, regarding them with reverence. They didn't even dare to point or whisper about this sect-like group, fearing they might incur their wrath and bring misfortune upon themselves.
"Teacher, the ships are ready and can set sail at any ti," said one particularly tall arcanist—his baldness noticeable even under his hood—in a polite and respectful tone.
Feeling that he had regained so pride in front of his own son for the first ti, Attilicia raised his hand and commanded, "Yes, let's set sail."
Good heavens, the last ti had been in the alchemy workshop of the Duke of Silver in Saeolus City.
Unfortunately, Attilicia back then didn't even realize that the "talented" Silver Dragon standing in front of him was his own child. Otherwise, why would he have needed to risk a venture into the Gloomy Region? He could have simply taught him everything he knew on the spot.
The authorized arcanist imdiately used a magical broadcast, causing the command to depart to echo across the entire port:
"Weigh anchor! Lower sails! Summon wind! Destination: Kutaro Desert, Skanis Continent! Set sail!"
The already solemn formation of scholars boarded the ships in a remarkably orderly queue. Their precision would have shad even the most elite troops of Elariya. This left the onlookers at the port—rchants and workers alike—silent with awe. David, the instigator of all this, couldn't help but marvel, "Hmm, you can tell that they have a lot of respect for you."
According to historical records, Nathril people, as arcanists, certainly didn't possess this kind of orderliness.
Especially in front of the non-arcanist public, as they truly held the keys to the truth, they tended to be proud, even appearing sowhat arrogant at tis.
Therefore, the most likely source of this behavior could be the "devilish transformation" they underwent after falling into Barto Hell.
Having lived as devils for so many years, they continued to exhibit a strong sense of order and obedience, even after briefly returning to their human forms.
However, maybe... this is good news?
If this group of Nathril people suddenly beca arrogant and less obedient after awakening so of their mories, even plotting sothing, that would surely be a headache for the Dragon.
Attilicia, however, was not quite aware of these details. After having shown off in front of his son, he now felt a sowhat inexplicable anxiety—a fear stemming from the unknown and his own mismatched abilities:
"To my sha, over the years, I have not taught them many useful things. Instead, they have taught a lot."
Saying this, Attilicia used Dance of the Air to fly to David's ear and whispered, "Speaking of which, who exactly... are they?"
Sotis, he even felt like a fool who had never been to school when he couldn't get a word in during academic discussions amongst his own apprentices.
David, however, spread his claws, "To be honest, I don't know the specifics either. But rest assured, just treat them as if they are mage apprentices leased to you, and feel free to command them. After all, it was arranged by the Chromatic Dragon Queen herself. With Mom there, she surely wouldn't harm , would she?"
Attilicia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he felt a sowhat inexplicable sense of sha.
He, a fully-grown Silver Dragon, still needed the assurance of his spouse's na to feel secure.
Truly... it's tough to stand tall and proud as a Dragon!
Under the arcanists' nearly inexhaustible Windriding Technique, the ten ships practically flew across the sea, as if taking off from the ground itself. A journey that would normally take at least half a month was completed in less than five days, bringing them to their destination in the silent and vast southern Skanis.
The Kutaro Desert.
Then they spent nearly half a month surveying the terrain and geology, eventually settling down in the ruins of an ancient city with solid geology about a four-day flight from a large Blue Dragon Nest.
According to Dragon Dad's appraisal,
the location was chosen very cleverly.
Strictly speaking, they were already within the territory of the Blue Dragon Nest.
Among all Chromatic Dragons, Blue Dragons arguably had the most expansive territory due to their habit of clustering and living in desolate deserts.
However, the vast majority of Blue Dragons preferred stormy weather. They even enjoyed large-scale courtship and mating activities amidst thunder and lightning, so their range of activity was often limited to environnts closer to the sea.
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