Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 9 I've Been Waiting for You for a Long Time
Go around the golem and enter the house with the open door.

The house looked quite ordinary from the outside. It must have belonged to a country gentleman or a minor noble before it fell into Edwin's hands. The interior... was also quite ordinary. The walls of the hall were simply covered with wallpaper, and the wooden floor was missing patches here and there. It didn't look like a place where a wizard lived at all.

But when he walked through the corridor and came to the side room, it was different. This room, which was transformed into a laboratory by the wizard, was filled with all kinds of strange instruments and equipment, flashing with mysterious light, which perfectly responded to Leon's expectations and made him dazzled.

Leon sniffed the scents of various potions with curiosity, politely not touching the instruments. Finally, his curiosity was satisfied and he said, "This laboratory doesn't look like a place to study forbidden psychic arts or demonic magic... So why would you abandon your noble status in human society and come here to serve a red dragon?"

A dragon's adulthood is measured by two milestones: a century of life and a treasure hoard worth a fortune. A hoard of this magnitude binds dragon, lair, and territory together into a single magical energy, making the dragon truly legendary, granting it legendary and lair actions, and spreading the dragon's influence throughout the region with a regional effect.

At present, the mother dragon's territory has not been distorted by magic. For example, small earthquakes occur from time to time, water sources are warmed by supernatural forces and polluted by sulfur, and rock cracks become portals to the elemental plane of fire, so that fire elemental creatures enter this world from here and live nearby, which shows that the mother dragon is not powerful enough.

A red dragon of this level may be very powerful, but it is not worthy of the loyalty of a wizard who can teleport.

"I made a small mistake, and now human society can't tolerate me." Edwin said as he tidied the laboratory table and picked up a flask and shook it towards the window. "And only the red dragon is willing to fund my dangerous experiments."

"What dangerous experiment?"

"Guess it."

"Can not guess."

"Give it a try. You are the most special red dragon I have ever seen." Edwin praised, "If it was your sister, she would never come to me to learn the common language. A proud red dragon would never allow herself to ask a human for advice. Even if she came, she would immediately fight with my golem for trespassing into my manor, curiously touch those equipment she has never seen before, and then get furious when I stop her."

"The red dragon is not a white dragon. It has no brains and can distinguish between pros and cons, right and wrong."

"You don't understand red dragons as well as I do... Red dragons and white dragons are the difference between having brains but not using them and having no brains at all."

"I am a red dragon."

"Haha. So have you guessed what experiment I'm doing?"

"I smell sulfur..." Leon looked around, his sight falling on the huge laboratory table where various alchemical instruments were placed. Then he saw saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal, as well as some unfamiliar materials. There were notebooks hanging on the wall recording experimental data, and there were traces of blackening everywhere.

"If I'm not mistaken—" Leon paused and said, "experiments on fire and explosions."

"Do you like explosions?" Edwin asked back.

Leon was sure his guess was correct.

“Explosion is art.”

"Explosion... You must have, um, an experimental accident, a big explosion. There is no way you can stay away from human society... If you have been studying explosions, I can understand why only the Red Dragon is willing to fund you. It is too dangerous."

"But," Leon said, "you are a wizard, you should study magic, not alchemy. Alchemy should be the job of an artificer."

"It doesn't have to be so clear. A wizard can also study alchemy."

"Okay." Leon nodded slightly. A role-playing game is also a game. For the sake of gameplay, the professions must be clearly divided. In reality, a person can be both civil and martial and be a general and a scholar. In fact, in most fantasy works, the relationship between alchemy and magic is deeper.

"Let's get started." The young dragon had no interest in delving into Edwin's past. Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing. "How should we start? Learn the alphabet?"

Edwin pulled out a thick book from his belt—the belt was undoubtedly a dimensional bag, otherwise it wouldn't be able to hold such a large and thick book—held it up, and said, "Luckily I've been a tutor before, otherwise I wouldn't know where to start now."

In this way, Leon began to study with Edwin.

First learn the letters, then learn the phonetic symbols, and next... it is really difficult to let such a powerful wizard be a kindergarten teacher. Edwin quickly threw the book to Leon and started to work on the experiment.

Leon has the effect of being proficient in languages, so reading is no problem for him. He just reads the book and waits until the effect of being proficient in languages ​​wears off before asking Edwin for it.

The memory of a red dragon is quite good. It seems that a red dragon can clearly remember the value and origin of each item in its treasure, as well as the exact location of each item. It will be furious when it notices the missing coin, and then hunt down the thief mercilessly. Now Leon deeply understands this. He memorized all the letters that must be mastered in the common language in one morning, plus more than a hundred words and simple grammar.

Leon was so absorbed in watching the meal that he forgot to eat and sleep. When he came to his senses, he saw a large plate of raw meat in front of him. He turned his head to look at Edwin and started to eat with relish.

"Don't you use your flames to roast them?" Edwin asked. Anyone who knows anything about dragons knows that red dragons prefer to char their prey with fire, white dragons prefer frozen prey, and blue dragons use lightning breath to cook their food before swallowing it.

Leon stuck out his tongue to lick the blood and meat at the corner of his mouth. He had already adapted to eating raw food. He said, "I can't breathe fire... Compared to flying, breathing fire must rely on the power of magic, right?"

"The basal vessels are glands that only true dragons possess. They are attached to the heart and are the center of elemental activity in the dragon's body. All blood that flows from the heart must pass through this organ before it goes to the body. Before a dragon can use its breath weapon, it needs the basal vessels to fill the lungs with the required energy and then eject it." Edwin said, "Try to mobilize that power..."

"How to transfer?" Leon asked hopefully. He had two worries all along. One was that he couldn't fly, which he had solved, and the other was that he couldn't breathe fire, the iconic symbol of a red dragon.

"Maybe you could try this."

Leon saw Edwin rummaging in his waist bag and took out a bottle of potion. The orange potion in the conical bottle kept flashing, and the part of the bottle without potion was filled with smoke.

"What potion is this?" Leon took the potion.

"Fire Breathing Potion," Edwin replied.

Leon hesitated for a moment, pulled off the bottle cap, bit the conical bottle, raised his head and drank it all. After a moment, he couldn't control the urge to vomit something. He looked at the place where there was no equipment and spit out blazing flames. He stopped for a long time and gasped.

"How is it?" Edwin asked, "Do you feel it?"

"A little."

"Once you find that feeling, you can breathe fire."

Leon said nothing, swallowed, took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and then... nothing happened.

"No." Leon felt empty inside.

"You'll learn it," Edwin consoled him.

"Ah."

Edwin thought for a moment and said, "You must be tired after reading for so long. Go back and have a good rest. You may have learned it when you wake up."

Lyon himself knows his situation, he is really not tired.

He felt that in the current situation, most likely he only had a real dragon body, but was not a real dragon in the true sense. In this way, he might never be able to do what ordinary dragons could easily master in his lifetime... He also had a golden finger.

Leon cheered up a little and said, “I will come to visit you next time when I have time, Mr. Edwin.”

"In three days," said Edwin.

"Okay. Goodbye." The young dragon head did not turn back and only looked back once when he opened the manor.

Even though Edwin helped him because of the dragon, he was still grateful.

Leon flapped his wings and flew back. On the way back, he solved the problem of food. He returned to his nest around evening. After working hard for most of the day, he was ready to have a good sleep. However, things did not go as he wished. There was an uninvited guest in his nest.

Of course, Saloveise came here to cause trouble.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but the red dragon takes revenge from morning to night.

(End of this chapter)