Chapter 1212: Conversation Between Teacher and Student

A few hours later, Bérannar temporarily put down the quill in his hand and looked back at Katelin, who was studying carefully.

Usually the old mage would not disturb the students' progress. If it were in the past, he would be very interested in Katelin to see why a human has such a high talent.

But now that time is running out, it’s better to keep everything simple.

"Kateline, regarding the idea you proposed last time, building a magic wall around Kislev using leyline energy as the source, I have been thinking about it for a while..."

"Do you think it's feasible?" Katelin's eyes were filled with uneasiness. This was the first time she had mentioned the subject to Beranal.

A person with strong self-esteem is eager to be recognized by others, especially when this person is her mentor, this urgency is very strong.

Under the expectant eyes of the students, Berannar sighed helplessly. He didn't want to hit Katelin, but the fact was that the situation was very bad.

"It's difficult. This is a project no less important than Ulthuan's guide stone network... The most difficult part is the anti-chaos energy substance. As far as I know, there are magic creations that can effectively resist the corruption of chaos and can be produced on a large scale. Only Waystones and obelisks…”

As Belannar explained, Katelin felt more and more disappointed. Isn't it really possible? Her idea was to build a magic wall at the gap between the Norsca Mountains and the World's Edge Mountains to resist the invasion of Chaos from the northeast.

There are still many places between the Troll Kingdom and the Pit of Hell that can serve as buffer zones, but Prager's position is naturally determined. As long as the tragedy of the Great Holy War is staged again, the entire kingdom will be in crisis.

"But you don't have to be too disappointed. The Dragon Palace has a counter-chaos technology that is more efficient than the Waystone... Although I know the content of this technology, I can't explain the principle to you." Berannar Taking a sip of tea, he glanced at Katelin and found that she was still waiting.

"You are my student... Although it is a bit coercive, I hope you can still take the right path. Normally during teaching, I ask students to focus on what is in front of them, but as the next tsar, you There is a heavy...responsibility on my shoulders.

Ulthuan is a place where all kinds of capable people gather. There are often some guests in the Dragon Palace... You can think about how to use your identity to gain some influence. I don’t think Drachnir will have any objection to this matter. ideas. "

"You mean... I should move around the palace more?"

"This is my suggestion... If you think magic and knowledge are the first priority, you can ignore this suggestion."

Katelin thought for a moment, nodded, and thanked Béranal.

"I'll consider it, as long as it's for Kislev."

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Imric was playing with his grandson in the garden. For the first time, he felt that the flowerbed carefully cultivated by his wife was so pleasing to the eye. Especially when Menil tied a bunch of red okra in his hair, the Phoenix King could only smile and hug him. .

"My lovely child, do you want your grandfather to be laughed at? How can the Phoenix King wear a flower on his head?"

Menil sat on his grandfather's shoulder, his young hands kept inserting flowers into his grandfather's long hair, and said in a sweet voice: "It looks good."

"Well, you are my grandson." As the flowers handed over by the maid became more colorful, the Phoenix King's corolla became more unique, until it looked like a peacock.

While the grandfather and grandson were living together harmoniously, a baby dragon, similar in size to a large dog, ran out of the flowers and waved its limbs vigorously, as if it was escaping from something.

Imric bent down, grabbed the baby dragon's tail, and hung himself upside down. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Paramus, I've said it many times... If you don't want to become a smoky dragon, Better not wander around in the garden."

The young dragon couldn't help waving its sharp claws on its forelimbs, as if trying to escape from the clutches of the dragon lord: "Imric, you only know how to amuse your grandson all day long, and you don't consider the living conditions of our young dragons, Mina..."

Before Paramus could finish roaring, Menil jumped down from his grandfather's shoulders, hugged the baby dragon's body, and kept touching the baby dragon's soft scales with his face.

"Play with me."

Imric let go of his hand, and then the young dragon immediately adjusted its posture, turned over and hugged the elf cub, using its body as a flesh pad to let Menil land safely.

"Do you want to murder?! I'm a two-and-a-half-year-old baby dragon!"

A painless breath was sprayed towards Imrik. Unfortunately, in his eyes, this seemingly ferocious flame was just the breath of a child.

Imric knelt down and pressed his finger on Paramus' forehead: "Next time, if you dare to continue to ruin the garden, I will throw you into the sea dragon's nest..."

Paramus shuddered and forgot to play against Menil for a moment. He could only pinch his nose and say, "Yes, I understand."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Imric was very happy and squatted beside him watching the two cubs fight...until Phyllis arrived.

The maid threw Paramus away, and carefully picked up Menil regardless of the sand all over his body. She wiped away the dirt on the child bit by bit. She was furious at the Phoenix King's actions, gnashing her teeth and looking fiercely, as if she wanted to eat someone.

"He is your grandson, how can he... roll around on the ground like an uncultured peasant child?"

"I said, this is my grandson... so." Imrik stretched out his hand to take away Menil's right to hug him. You, an outsider, why do you always treat Menil as your own child? This seniority Isn't it a mess?

"No." Phyllis snorted, turned around and gently hugged Menil, who looked 70% similar to her, and whispered: "Menil, are you tired? Sister will take you back to rest."

"Sister? I'm speechless."

Imric could only say that you are really shameless. You are almost 500 years old, and you still pretend to be a 28-year-old girl.

"Your Majesty the Phoenix King... The War Lord has something important to discuss with you. I hope you will return to Lothern immediately." After Phyllis finished speaking, she happily hugged the child and left. She didn't care about the identity of the chief maid of the royal court, thinking that it was not as important as accompanying Menil.

Issarion... It's probably the same thing.

Imric sighed. It's estimated that I won't be able to see Menil for a while now. I don't know if he will become more...cute when they meet next time.

The Phoenix King, who should have stayed, had no choice but to ride the dragon back to Lothern.

But the foresight had made the Silver Moon Dragon who brought him to Caledor immediately flee to the Dragonspine Mountains under the pretext of returning home to visit relatives when the Phoenix King was teasing his grandson.

At this time, the only way was to find a passing dragon and catch it as a means of transportation.

Unfortunately, when Deathclaw returned home to visit relatives, he accidentally flew over the edge of the palace, and was then forced by Imrik to fly to Lothern. (End of this chapter)