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Chapter 88 I'm not sick!
"Loren Gerlis Izak, age 20, number of nodes around 6,000."

"Six thousand? Twenty years old? Fellow patient, you're also a fanatic, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Casilla looked up from her book and stared at the little brat in front of her with great interest. When she was her age, she hadn't even reached this level of understanding. This newcomer is quite interesting.

"Judging by your physique, you still have one more chance to advance to the rudimentary form of the magic crystal heart?"

Casilla glanced at the other person and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Yes, but I'm not sick, I'm not a law addict."

Loren shook his head in denial, saying that he had only worked a little harder and more diligently, how could he be as sick as her?
"Really? What is Rosiri Grass used with? Is it a level one healing spell, an auxiliary item for the Minor Wound Healing Aura?"

"Blackscale Stone, I think that's it."

Loren answered without hesitation.

The next moment, Casilla cast a look of shared misery at Loren.

Red Dragon even learned healing magic. If you're not a magic addict, then who is?
Other magic-eating dragons might not be as omnivorous as you, okay?

Of course, she understood, after all, she didn't think she was sick back then, she just thought her fellow countrymen were particularly stupid.

Now, she has someone of the same kind, and it's a man.

It's a pity he's too young and his spellcasting level is too low. Otherwise, if I took him home and we studied and discussed magic together every day, wouldn't that be the best life ever?

As a red dragon with a love of magic, she originally thought that she might only be able to get along with guys like the scroll dragon in her life. Unexpectedly, now heaven has given her a fellow race, who even delivered himself to her door!
"Can I report you to the main body? She will definitely like you. You can gain a lot of knowledge from her, and you can also save on the Federation's cut. You only need to pay my main body."

Casilla's projection had an aggressive glint in its eyes, which sent a chill down Loren's spine.

This isn't right. What happened to my hot-tempered older sister? What happened to my sharp tongue?

What's with that look on his face, like "My family found a cat and he insists on coming home with me"?
For a moment, Loren felt a chill run down his spine. He admitted that the other person was indeed very beautiful, and her appearance was to his liking, but her burning gaze and strange expression made Loren somewhat afraid.

I'm underage! I'm a young dragon, not mature enough, sister!
"Please allow me to decline for now; I'm not yet sure of your teaching abilities."

Loren decisively rejected her, expecting her to scold him for being ungrateful. To his surprise, she praised him the next moment.

"Yes, yes, that's how it should be."

Cassilia laughed, then spoke to herself,
"So what if it's a legendary creature, a magic-devouring dragon? It's just a body controlled by a mutation. How can it compare to my innate love of magic? That's what you think, right?"

"I didn't, don't make malicious assumptions."

Loren spoke up to defend himself, "I wasn't born with a love for magic. This is self-discipline, you know what self-discipline is?"
"It's okay, I was like that back then. Tell me, what do you want to learn? Let me fill your little brain with knowledge, and then you'll know how amazing and capable I am."

As a proud red dragon, Cassilia liked this peculiar junior fellow patient who suddenly appeared, but at the same time, she also wanted to test whether the other party's spellcasting ability and level could actually reach the level he mentioned.

What if it turns out to be all show and no substance, and ruins the rest of the person's life?
"Level 6 Dragon Language, Lava Armor, Wind and Fire Control, Thunder and Fire Blast."

"Fire and earth, wind and fire, thunder and fire, are all elemental, composite combat abilities with fire as the main element? You're a martial arts enthusiast, aren't you? Don't you think fighting is a waste of time?"

“Only the living have the chance to waste time.” Loren was determined to dissuade the red dragon lady, whose motives seemed to have become less pure.

Therefore, he had to argue back fiercely with her. Wasn't she a grumpy older sister? She would definitely despise a dragon like him whose goals didn't align with hers!
Loren had no desire to become a red dragon's apprentice. After all, the greed and cunning of red dragons were well-known. If he really wanted to become an academic slave, why didn't he find one in the land of mages?

Why bother finding someone like you, especially someone with a penchant for the law?
"Is it possible to overcome his innate love of magic and train his combat skills? It's a pity, he's still too young at twenty."

As Cassilia pondered this, she raised her hand and gently waved it, causing the surrounding book projections to completely dissipate, and ancient dragon language emanated from her mouth.

As the opponent cast the spell, a series of complex node diagrams lit up in front of him, with key spell flow nodes all marked in red so that Loren could see them more clearly.

After demonstrating the three spells completely, both inside and out, she gestured for Loren to connect the mithril wires and show her the spells.

"Remember the route we just took. If, during the journey, your instinct tells you that it would be more comfortable to take a different route, then follow that instinct!"

"Remember, we are dragons. The essence of dragon language magic is the melody flowing in our blood. Don't dictate how it should be done; let it flow, let it dance beneath you!"

"This is the power of instinct, the power of believing in yourself!"

"Don't be like those foolish mages. In the realm of dragon language, these spells are essentially just the language of dragons from the high-magic era!"

"We want the wind, and the wind must grovel at our feet; we want fire, and matter must burn; we want lava, and the earth must pulsate. Command it, command the elements with the authority of the dragon!"

"Instead of forcing them to operate within a prescribed framework!"

At the end of the other person's speech, Loren could vaguely see some of the temperamental older sister's style, but it was still not serious, at least not to the extent of all the negative comments.

Is this truly the person's true nature, or is this appearance merely a disguise?

Loren was still unsure; he simply decided to follow the pattern the other party had described and learn the spells.

"To control, to command, rather than to build, to direct?"

"Then give it a try!"

Golden flames ignited in Loren's dragon eyes. His mind raced as he began to wield magic in accordance with the demonstration.

"Flame, lava!"

One by one, nodes were lit up under Loren's control, and invisible flames burned, solidified, and turned into flowing lava on Loren's body.

During the operation, Loren instinctively made changes to any discordant points or inconsistencies with the nodes taught by the other party, or simply let them go.

He allowed the elements to flow and change freely within him.

"You can learn most of it after just one look, and you can freely manipulate the elements. You say you're not crazy, and you're not a magic-loving dragon? Do you think I'll believe you?"

Cassilia stared at the red dragon as it donned its armor, thinking to herself.

(End of this chapter)