The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan, remember to ask Bloodstained for the secret art of professional training. It seems that he only mentioned the idea casually on the day Old Rascal told him about Bloodstained becoming the head of the Withering School and making far-reaching reforms.

He casually mentioned an idea, saying whether he could get the secret manual to use in training these children. He didn't expect Old Rascal to value these children so much.

It's just that Druids emphasize the heart of nature. Those who have the heart don't need to be taught, and those who don't have the heart can't be taught. Without talent, they can only watch others' levels rise rapidly, while they themselves crawl like snails.

Wait a minute, it seems that Bearmen are typical protagonists of the trash flow who counterattack, and among these twenty-odd children sent here, there are really not many geniuses who have already sensed the magic of nature.

If they really have talent, why not stay and pass on the inheritance from master to disciple? Even if the master can only lead them in, there must be well-known Archdruids, even Legendary Druids, in the same school.

When the time comes, they can recommend their disciples to them. After the disciples grow up, the old master may be able to get benefits from the disciples in return.

Attilan put away the secret art scroll, caught up with Old Rascal, and asked:

"Old Rascal, why are there no Druid geniuses among the children sent here? Have they all been secretly taken in as disciples by the old Druids of the Northern Kingdom, and then sent us the burdens with poor talent?"

Old Rascal was originally happily preparing to go to Greenscale Town to enjoy a feast, but then he heard Attilan slander the old Druids of the Northern Kingdom.

"What are you talking about! I watched them grow up. How could I not know what kind of people they are?"

Attilan looked at Old Rascal playfully.

"How often do you usually meet? How long do you stay together after meeting?"

"Usually once a year, staying for a day or two each time. What's the problem?"

"If you don't spend time together every day, how can you be sure that they are still the same as you remember? Every time you go, you will notify them in advance with a messenger to arrange a meeting time, right?"

"Just like Bloodstained, if he hadn't forcibly detonated the problems in his body during this meeting, you wouldn't have thought that he would practice the power of death, and be used and controlled by others, right?"

Old Rascal's face suddenly became a little ugly, squinting his eyes and carefully recalling the scenes of meeting with those old friends in recent years.

"No wonder the children they have adopted have become more and more numerous in recent years, but after raising them for a period of time, they are all sent to me. It turns out that they are screening for geniuses with sufficient talent."

"Is there really a need to pass on the little skills they have mastered?"

Old Rascal's face became quite ugly.

"I have to go and see what tricks they are playing!"

Attilan knew that he had ignited a big bomb this time. If there was no problem with the old Druids in the North, the dragon that would be killed would be him.

"Don't worry, let's eat something, calm down, and think about it. Maybe I'm just being petty and suspicious. They really just want to take in more and more orphans."

Attilan embraced Old Rascal and came to Greenscale Town, sending a message to the chef in advance through Hedwig to prepare Old Rascal's favorite braised pork knuckle, lotus leaf chicken, fish belly stuffed with lamb, gourd duck, and other dishes.

He even specially asked the centaur to go to the wine lady's wine cellar to get a bottle of her latest fruit punch wine, made with seven kinds of fruits, which she and Attilan had developed together.

The sumptuous food finally soothed the restlessness in Old Rascal's heart. Attilan felt that his condition was a little off. The Old Rascal of the past would not have been so irritable.

It's like being polluted by the power of faith!

Bearman, Vine Woman, and Bloodstained all aspire to become demigods of nature, and they naturally master the method of sorting out the power of faith.

Otherwise, after Attilan accidentally created the Soul-Suppressing Bun containing the power of faith, they would not have allowed Attilan to vigorously gather Druids to make Soul-Suppressing Buns, while promoting the establishment of the Flying Bun God Cult as a cover.

Vine Woman arrived very quickly, but the first sentence she said after arriving was not to care about Old Rascal's situation, but to question Attilan.

"You made such beautiful feather clothes, why didn't you think of sending me one too?"

Looking at the smiling Vine Woman, Attilan felt an indescribable murderous aura.

"The feather clothes are not yet mature. How can defective products be worn by a great beauty like Giana! Only the best quality feather clothes are worthy of being worn on you!"

"How about this, I will personally ask Ivry, and the two of us will cooperate to design a feather dress for you that will definitely suit your temperament, Giana!"

Vine Woman glanced at him faintly.

"That's more like it."

After saying that, she walked to Old Rascal's side and said with a hint of mockery:

"Robert, you are really going back more and more as you live. Such a small amount of the power of faith has actually polluted your mental will. It seems that you really need to cultivate hard for a period of time."

"If you continue to play like this, I'm afraid you will really be useless."

Old Rascal was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Who is useless! I haven't been polluted. I feel particularly energetic now!"

Giana smiled and shook her head, her finger pointed at Old Rascal, and a tender green vine suddenly flew out, binding Old Rascal in a circle, and a purple-red fairy starlight enveloped Old Rascal's body.

The Old Rascal, who was still struggling, suddenly became quiet.

Vine Woman frowned, and slowly increased the output of natural magic.

Seeing Vine Woman's expression suddenly become serious, Attilan immediately realized that Old Rascal's problem was more serious than he thought.

"Auntie, is Old Rascal's problem serious?"

"It's not serious, it can still be cured. Old Rascal's situation is much lighter than Bloodstained's. I'm just wondering why acting as the Archbishop to hold the ritual of sacrificing buns to the Bun God would have such a big impact on Old Rascal."

"It seems that next time there is a ritual of sacrificing to the gods, I must act as the Archbishop once."

Attilan looked at Old Rascal suspiciously and uncertainly and asked:

"So, is there a problem with the Flying Bun God Cult that I advocate?"

"No problem, it's just that Old Rascal is too weak."

Attilan thought of another thing, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.

"I remember Old Rascal said that because I promoted the method of making buns to the Halflings and Dwarves, and specially added a small slogan before eating the buns, it led to him having to deal with more power of faith."

"So, is his mental breakdown actually caused by me? Did I harm Old Rascal!"

Vine Woman calmly beckoned to him.

"Be quiet, with me here, Old Rascal won't become a madman."

Old Rascal looked at Vine Woman suspiciously.

"Giana, what you said really makes me suspect that there is something wrong with me, but after I came out of the Emerald Dream after holding the ritual, I obviously felt more energetic."

Attilan said with a訕笑:

"Old Rascal, the old saying once said, since you got mental illness, you feel that the whole person is more energetic?"

"Hiss, am I really sick? But I feel full of power, as if breaking through the legend is just around the corner."

Vine Woman smiled and said:

"It's a good thing you didn't try, otherwise it would really let you break through."

Old Rascal's eyes lit up, and he shook his body and said:

"Then you quickly untie me, you know how long I have been waiting for this day."

"If you break through under the influence of the power of faith, you will really go crazy. Even if I add Lalune to save you, I won't be able to save you. Then there will be no Old Rascal, only the Archbishop of the Bun God Cult."

Old Rascal frowned in confusion.

"Am I that serious?"

Attilan sighed and patted Old Rascal on the shoulder.

"Mental patients think they are normal."

"I will help you stabilize your mind, and then you can digest the power of faith yourself."

Old Rascal suddenly shivered.

"Giana, what you said about digesting it myself, wouldn't it be to let me go to Gaea to be struck by lightning?"

"Lightning digests alien energy the fastest. You also experimented with almost all energy with Gaea in the past. You can't not understand if you want to break through the legend."

"You only have this one way to go."

"Okay."

Old Rascal's voice was a little trembling.

"Okay."

"I'll go, isn't that okay..."

Looking at Old Rascal's expression, Attilan knew that he didn't want to face the Bearman's thunder, but ordinary thunder couldn't make Old Rascal so afraid. After all, he was also a master who developed the Sevenfold Elemental Body Tempering Secret Art.

The tempering secret art that can be more torturous than the Sevenfold Elemental Body Tempering is probably only the Control of the Five Thunders.

"You have to temper the power of faith through the Control of the Five Thunders, and then break through the legend!"

Old Rascal nodded with a painful expression.

"That's right, the Control of the Five Thunders is the fastest secret art to digest the power of faith. The Sevenfold Elemental Rotation that I imitated the Control of the Five Thunders can also work, but compared to the Control of the Five Thunders, the efficiency is too low."

"Can I go and watch? I haven't seen the practice scene of the Control of the Five Thunders."

Old Rascal suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! This is the highest secret art of the School of Life. As a strong contender for the next head of the school, I should naturally have a full understanding of the Control of the Five Thunders, and master this secret art at the right time."

Vine Woman also said with a faint smile:

"Let him go, the child is old, and it's time to be sensible."

Isn't she clear about whether the existing Rainbow Feather Clothes are qualified?

Simply saying that it is a defective product and wanting to fool her, how can it be as simple as Attilan thinks?

Even if she doesn't go to the scene in person, as long as something happens in the forest, with flowers, birds, insects, and fish next to her, she can see it, and even trace back to the past scenes.

Attilan has been living too comfortably recently. After defeating the Tiger Clan three times, his mentality has completely relaxed, and his cultivation is no longer as motivated as before.

Bearman is entangled by Bloodstained and has no time to come out to teach his disciples. Then she can completely send the disciples to Bearman at Amethyst Mountain. Attilan has no fighting spirit, but Bearman will definitely have a way to motivate the disciples to practice.

Old Rascal decided to ask one last time.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

Attilan nodded as a matter of course.

"Of course!"

He also felt that his recent life had been a little too comfortable. He was so corrupt that he appreciated the Rainbow Feather Clothes music. People have to learn to step out of their comfort zone, and so do dragons.

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