Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Lyle immediately took the ring back.

"Teacher, you can choose for yourself. I really can't bear to watch anymore. Either you give me the strength, or I'll carry Immelt back for you in a few days."

Lyle is dead.

The dragon father exploded.

"You little bastard! Let me ask you about the situation again!!!" The dragon father's roar echoed in the dragon's nest.

The anxious father had no choice; he was already in a panic.

What is a Dragon Father?

That was the king of the previous era, the one who once ruled this world. Now, reborn from the ashes, his power is as vast as the ocean. He is now one of only two remaining members of the Ten Locks, a king of half an era.

The Dragon Father mobilized his power, temporarily transferring half of his magic to the Red Dragon through their bloodline connection. Why only half? Because that was the limit the Red Dragon could currently withstand.

The power of their fathers transformed into towering flames within the red dragon's body, crashing into the elemental plane.

Flames roared across the elemental plane, the world power condensed by the Dragon Father ravaging this plane. In other words, at this very moment, behind the fire elemental stood half a world.

The power of the Dragon King sustains the fire element, and his determination burns within the flames.

"Victory means the destruction of all who resist."

And this is exactly what the fire element loves most. The rapidly growing fire element unleashes the power of the Dragon King, making his enemies feel the terror of fighting against the world.

In the Tidal Abyss, Baron Sponge had dried up a section of the sea. He sat there looking haggard, talking to his dwarf brothers.

"Once, I loved a pure water spirit. She was so innocent and adorable, but now... Waaaaah, she's been defiled by this bastard!!!"

The Tide Lord, evaporated to a mere puddle, roared loudly.

"FNMDP! My wife is a natural ocean elemental!!! Pure water spirits only inhabit the rivers and lakes of the material world; they would never return to the Tidal Abyss!!! The water here is all seawater!! You damned elemental scum!!!"

A burning red dragon hammer brought his roar to an end.

"Um, did we call the wrong person? This elemental lord doesn't seem to be the one that the Sponge Baron was talking about who had his wife stolen."

"Does it matter? We're going to beat up all the water elemental lords anyway."

A land of glory.

Baron Antenna is violently ramming the defensive barrier of the Radiant Elements.

"Open the door! If you've got the guts, fight! Open the door if you dare!!! Weren't you all so arrogant before?! Calling your number one Light Chaser to descend!!! I've brought my dwarf brothers, and the power of the dragons is in my grasp!!! Seriously?! You act like big shots when you win, but act like cowards when you lose?! Can you light elementals even see yourselves in the mirror?! Come out and battle us! The light is crying, its warriors!!!"

Baron Bubble stood at the border with the Rock Rift. His target was the earth elementals, the most defensive and united of the four elemental beings, and also quite effective against fire. Therefore, the main force of this allied army was the dwarven troops, with the fire elementals serving as support.

After several days of learning, Baron Bubble realized that it was very important to motivate his dwarf brothers.

So, Baron Bubble tore open the elemental rift with brute force and pointed at the Rock Rift in surprise, shouting loudly.

"Fuck!!"

"Brothers!!!"

"Their family owns a mine!!!"

Chapter 642 Whose Fault?

"Why did it turn out like this..." A resentful murmur rose amidst the carving sounds. Immelt, in her dwarf form, knelt on a massive stone slab. Her eyes were dim, and her numb hands used a hammer to strike the top of the stone chisel, carving dragon-like claw-shaped characters into the slab. Immelt was writing something on this ten-square-meter slab, under the watchful eyes of those around her.

Standing directly in front of her were Lyle and three male dragon priests, with the dwarf king listening nearby. Vissell noticed the red dragon's expectant gaze and turned his head in a different direction while holding the wine barrel.

"Why... why is this happening..." Immelt raised her head, her blood-red eyes fixed on the respectable Lyle in front of her. She strongly suspected that something was wrong, that Lyle and she had switched identities? Why was she being punished, while this guy was supervising her?

"It's all your fault..."

Under the supervision of several dragon priests, Immelt was writing a letter of apology, a written document to her elders describing her mistakes. Immelt was a kind and upright dragon; she had never imagined that she would be the first among her siblings to err in her youth and have to write such a letter of apology. Even now, she still didn't understand why she was implicated and dragged into this. This first public punishment was a huge blow to the well-behaved girl; had it not been for the heat of the furnace that could evaporate the tears welling in her eyes, she would have surely cried.

Beside Immelt stood four even taller stone slabs, upon which four fiery giants crouched, crowding together, their burning fingers scorching cracks in the slabs, just like Immelt himself. The four fire lords—no, the four fire sovereigns—were being punished alongside Immelt.

The fire element ultimately failed to completely burn down the elemental plane. The surviving elemental lords, realizing the dire situation, immediately appealed for help. Fire wasn't the only elemental being in contact with the material plane; water, a friendly yet powerful element, had long maintained a labor contract with the arcane sorcerers of the Wandering City. Now that their homeland had been burned by the red dragon's flames, these elemental lords abandoned their pride and indifference, seeking out the Magic King, the Blue Dragon Priest Morokui, to denounce the actions of these red dragon followers.

"This is an incredibly foolish, irresponsible, and world-distorting act! They have severely disrupted the balance of the elemental planes, triggering the most insane elemental riot in a century!! The elemental forces are now unbalanced, and your material world is also supported by elements. Tolerating their actions will ultimately destroy this beautiful world!!!"

The scholar who was conducting the research was somewhat surprised. These elemental lords, despite their disheveled appearance, were also adopting a posture of protecting the world. He could sense their anxiety and pleading.

"What did Freheimer and the others do?" The scholar had sealed the link between the real world and the elemental planes through the magic network, and the dragon, sensing the scholar's presence, tacitly approved of this action. Ultimately, the black dragon priest and the blue dragon priest, whom the elemental lords had begged and pleaded with, descended upon Mackenbert. Faced with his brothers' questions, Freheimer feigned ignorance.

Until the scholar sensed Lyle's presence.

The three dragon priests, along with several elemental lords, silently watched the bewildered young human.

"What have you done now, Lyle?" Morlock looked at Lyle with an "I knew it" expression.

"I didn't do it! The plan was proposed by Baron Garden! Immelt requested help! I'm just a good person!"

The dragon priests exchanged glances. Although they hadn't uttered a single word of faith, they decided to address the conflict in the elemental planes first. After their discussion and arguments, the red dragon Immelt and the four fire lords were punished by writing self-criticisms and promising not to cause trouble in the elemental planes again.

Those Flame Venerables who had experienced the power of the Dragon King were naturally very easy to talk to.

"I can write a self-criticism, but you want me to spit out the elemental power I've ingested? Impossible. That's already part of my body, the Flame Lord, and by extension, the expanded Flame Plane is mine too; there's no question of returning it. The treasures the dwarves plundered from other elemental planes? What are those? We never took them. Those were lost by those weak elementals themselves; it has nothing to do with me." Sitting to the side, Vyselger practically buried his head in his wine glass. He knew his Bronze Hall was currently overflowing with ores and jewels, fragments of earth elementals' bodies scattered everywhere, corpses strewn across the ground. Across the bronze door, the dwarven councilor's grand celebration should still be ongoing.

The other elemental lords were indignant at the unfair treatment they had received, but their situation was more favorable than that of the elements. Logically, the fire elementals, being followers of the red dragon, should have a closer relationship with the dragon priests. The fact that the Magic King intervened to mediate the elemental riots was already the best possible outcome; even if he sided with his own side, there was little to say. Moreover, those four fire barons were all scoundrels, and while the dragon priests were away, they stood beside the dejected red dragon Immelt, flexing their muscles and making a threatening declaration: "If you're not satisfied, then we'll fight again."

Thus, to save face for the other elements, the elemental riot ended with the fire element declaring defeat. The repentant Fire Baron apologized on the spot and wrote a short, eloquent essay expressing his past recklessness and current remorse. Lyle glanced at it; neither of these expressions of remorse was present. The Garden Baron's words were filled with sarcastic remarks about the weakness of the other elemental lords, showing absolutely no remorse.

It's nothing serious, it's just a formality anyway.

It seems that Immelt was the only one who was injured.

"Why me? I clearly wasn't involved, and I didn't know anything about the Garden Baron's plan. They're inextricably linked to your management training, Lyle. I even suspect that the Baron and his group have been bewitched by an evil god! Are you doing this on purpose, Lyle! Don't you bear any responsibility at all?!" Immelt gritted his teeth as he spoke, the stone chisel bending under his burning fist.

Lyle took a small step back.

"Slander! What does this have to do with me! Whether it's education or lending you a helping hand, I'm providing the right assistance! What did I do wrong? I taught the Garden Barons knowledge, and they misused it! Besides, Immelt, you were the one who came to me for help! Didn't I fulfill your request according to your wishes?!" Lyle's lips curled up. The red dragon was indeed still a bit naive. If it were a lich, he would have already realized the powerlessness of words and started to persuade him with physical means.

"That has even less to do with me. Before all this happened, I had no idea what you were planning. I was just in my room forging iron and helping my friends! So I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Wrong! You're the idol! It's the fans' fault! It's all your fault!"

"How could this happen?!"

"Baron Garden and his followers waged war in the Elemental Plane in the name of your personal guard! As an idol, failing to manage your followers and ignoring their excessive actions that disrupt peace—isn't that the idol's fault?! Don't those who hear the name of the Red Dragon associate their unscrupulous behavior with you?! Immelt, this is your responsibility, your absolute responsibility!!! If you had paid even a little attention to them, cared a little more, wouldn't you know all this?!"

"An idol's reputation is extremely important, and these followers are your feathers. Don't let them fall into the mud, you idiot!"

"I...I'm sorry!"

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief. She had finally admitted her mistake. With Immelt taking the initiative to take responsibility, the teachers wouldn't bother me anymore, right?

Freheimer found the argument between the two strange, and the red dragon priest felt a pang of sympathy for Immelt's dejected appearance.

"So you're really not going to punish Lyle? It's obvious he's the mastermind."

The scholar shook his head.

"Don't forget, Lyle is now the Dragon King's priest, and only the Dragon Father can judge him."

“And our father’s way of thinking still retains a certain degree of Andrei influence.”

"This kind of practice, which aims to maximize profits by deceiving others and creating information gaps..."

"He will be recognized as an outstanding student in the college."

Chapter 643 Black Dragon Clan

When Immelt finished writing her self-criticism and showed it to the supervisor, Mr. Lyle, through gritted teeth, Lyle felt as if she were chewing on dragon's breath. Moreover, Immelt's puffed-up cheeks seemed to float in her complaining words.

Lyle skimmed through the entire document, confirming his suspicions. Almost every sentence in Immelt's letter of self-criticism contained the name "Lyle."

[...with Lyle's assistance...with Lyle's tacit approval...and with the advice of the esteemed Dragon King Priest...]

Immelt was a good girl, and she "generously" gave most of the credit to Lyle. On the surface, this was a letter of repentance praising Lyle's selfless dedication and her own foolishness, but in reality, it was a subtle denunciation of the evil mastermind behind the innocent idol.

It seemed the little girl was still a bit unconvinced. Lyle smiled helplessly; how could he possibly stoop to the level of such an adorable little red dragon?

"Imelt, you wrote so well! Then copy it ten more times. I'll send a copy to your parents, siblings, and all of them, so they can see your sincere heart!"

Upon hearing that she had to copy it ten times, the red dragon's pupils contracted in terror, and then Immelt ignited. Her red hair danced wildly in the air, like a wildfire crackling and leaping about uncontrollably. Even with several dragon priests present, she couldn't help but lose her temper.

"Hahaha, then I'll take this to your dad first! You can stay in Mackenbert and repent! Scholar, please open a portal for me!!!" Seriously? These days, young people get easily defeated after copying something ten times. Sensing something was wrong, the Plague Doctor decided to slip away first.

Nia picked up the stone slab and, together with Lyle, slowly moved behind the blue dragon priest, using the dragon priest's figure to block the red dragon's view as it was gathering its strength.

“Very well.” The scholar sighed, and a crystalline portal appeared before him as he slid his finger. This Dragon King Priest, who had set Mackenbert and the Great Forge ablaze, stepped through the portal amidst the stares of the crowd.

"Although it seems to be more troublesome... thank you anyway, Lyle." The fragments of spacetime stirred up by magic were like a blurred mirror, and the red dragon's awkward voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz amidst the ripples in spacetime.

The smiling face illuminated by MacKenzie's firelight vanished into thin air.

……

"Pfft, hahahaha..." The tall body trembled with unrestrained laughter, and the loud echo reverberated throughout the entire White Bone Dragon Palace. The dragon father held the letter of self-criticism from his daughter, and the slapping of his giant claws caused a series of tremors in the dragon's nest.

"Isn't this quite amusing, Sylvie? Hahaha, look what Little Red did! It's really surprising, she's the first one..."

Daenerys Targaryen squatted down beside her father, casually glancing at the contents of the stone tablet. "Isn't this just badmouthing Lyle? Your own daughter is having a fight with a student, and you're still so happy about it."

"Is that so?" The dragon repeated itself, its laughter, which had subsided slightly, erupting again. "Hahahaha... I didn't see anything wrong with them at all. Isn't this... just praising Lyle for being treacherous and cunning..."

“Yes, yes, yes… It’s precisely because I have a father like you that I’m not at all surprised that my children have gone astray.” Sylvie poured her power into the stone slab. “You just wanted to see them cause trouble, which is why you unleashed your power in the elemental realm, didn’t you? Letting them run wild like that, you’re a dragon father now, please act like a responsible parent.”

"Let's put that aside for now and make a few copies of this letter of self-criticism so that others can see Xiaohong's 'great achievements.' These are precious memories for the children."

“As the eldest daughter, she certainly doesn’t want her dark past to be spread.” Sylvie said this, but her hands didn’t stop working. The rocks reformed, carvings grew on them, one became two, two became three. Immelt’s letter of repentance quickly multiplied into several copies, which the smirking Dragon Mother stuffed into a pre-prepared portal, connecting to the areas of other Familias.

……

In the secret chamber illuminated by crystals, a handsome man dressed in a loose mage's robe filled the engravings on the stone slab with magical water droplets. The shimmering magic made the contents light up, but in just a moment, the humanoid man lost interest.

"This does dispel my previous doubts about the anomalies in the magic network. Troublesome, my scholar teacher is going to use this as an excuse to make me write a paper again. Ugh, the magic network needs my coordination, magic requires my research, and I even have to participate in the political affairs of the Wandering City. Even so, I still have to attend those social gatherings of nobles every day, and keep an eye out for any traces that the evil god's corruption might leave behind. Damn it, I'm still a child."

"I absolutely must not contact Lyle; he will only make me busier."

In the City of Wanderings, rumors about a magical dragon have recently begun to circulate. All races are curious about this special being, and they constantly contact other groups, trying to find out who this transformed new apprentice of the old king is. Little do they know that the crystal dragon Christo is already overwhelmed with problems caused by the conflicts arising from their recent frequent contact.

The scholar was a man of many talents; he held great expectations for the Blue Dragon, even exceeding those for William and Lyle. He imparted all his knowledge to Christo, for the scholar possessed a vast amount of knowledge.