Chapter 845 Different Expectations for Students

Elsarion, who was slaughtered, did not show any embarrassment, but nodded calmly to express his understanding.

This is how business is, and one of the ways to make profits is through information gaps.

This gave the watcher a deeper understanding of this, and he secretly determined that he would never be slaughtered as a fat sheep again.

The day's trip ended quickly, and Elsarion's residence was also very interesting. After Berannar learned about the student's visit to the New World, he gave him the gift given by Imrik when he was inspecting the spiritual vein obelisk. A residence was arranged for him.

Elsharion, who already had great respect for Belannar, was very grateful to receive the teacher's kindness.

And this also led to the master and apprentice meeting each other after a long time.

Berannar, who appeared from a hidden magic circle in his residence, looked at the calm students in the room and turned around to observe the surrounding environment in confusion.

The familiar high ceiling, the sofa covered with exquisite patterns, the gilded vase, and the magic lamp polished from the purest crystal all indicate that he is in the living room of his former residence.

Elsarion poured a cup of tea and asked the teacher to sit down. It looked like he was not surprised at all by the sudden appearance of Berannar.

On the contrary, Berannar was confused by this move. Even if someone he was familiar with suddenly appeared in front of him, there should be some feedback.

After all, Elsarion could not sit back and ignore the teacher's doubts, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"Based on your habits, you must have arranged two-way transmission magic with the White Tower of Hos in advance in your residence, especially in a place where the situation is not yet clear."

"The one who knows me is Elsharion." Belannar said a newly learned Cathay proverb, walked to the student in a leisurely manner, took the black tea and took a sip. After carefully tasting the taste in his mouth, he couldn't help but frown. Somewhat soothing.

The retired old mage put down his black tea and said with some complaint,

"That's really good tea. You don't know how low Imrik's living standards have been since Adira left. All supplies have been replaced.

Even the Avalon black tea provided to me every month was turned into Kislev vodka. "

"Then maybe when he returns home, there might be a good show." Elsarion said teasingly, and he looked at each other and smiled.

Anyone familiar with the situation knows that Imrik is used to being embarrassed in front of Adira, especially in terms of life. This kind of unauthorized change of supplies may arouse the strong dissatisfaction of the female prince.

"He left very gracefully, but I had a severe headache. Draknir was busy with government affairs and had very little time to study every day. I could only plan according to the students' schedules.

Sure enough, the retired Supreme Mage is just a small character whose feelings no one pays attention to. I really envy Alfonso. After leaving the matter to Augsgo, he ran back to the Dawn Fortress and became a wandering artist. "

"Perhaps you are the only student that Mr. Alfonso is worried about? Like him, you like to complain verbally, but you always think about the future of your students for a long time."

Elsharion's words made Belannar shake his head and reveal a helpless smile. It would be great if he was not Prince Yris.

Compared to Teclis, who only has a foul-mouthed and sarcastic temper, Eltharion is undoubtedly more lovable.

The retired old mage twisted his body to make his posture on the sofa more relaxed, becoming a very relaxed state.

"When I was the Supreme Mage, the thing I was most proud of was training you and Teclis. But luck in life often comes at the last moment.

Draknir gave me a hope, a hope to break through the shackles of the maelstrom. "

Elsharion is naturally aware of the shackles of the Maelstrom. Legend has it that in the ancient times when the Maelstrom was not yet established, and when the Eight Winds had not yet had a clear system division, the status of mages was much higher than it is today.

There is no other reason. When physical meaning erases the actual existence of magic in a city, anyone will consider whether to give it preferential treatment.

It was a paradise for elves, where countless ancient and powerful magics could be realized at that time by transforming the terrain, dredging rivers, and twisting mountains.

Unlike today, when releasing magic, you still need to consider overload conditions. If you are not careful when using it, there is a risk of self-explosion.

"Is Drachnir's qualifications really so exaggerated?" Eltharion didn't quite understand the teacher's evaluation. As a person who had been on the top floor of the White Tower of Hoth, he knew very well the upper limit of a mage.

Teclis is currently the most powerful spellcaster in Ulthuan. Even if he is as powerful as the Supreme Mage, if he wants to cast the most terrifying siege magic, he still needs the help of leyline energy and a group of mages.

Berannar was silent. He underestimated Drachnir's qualifications.

He has not found a similar magical monster in any literature since ancient times.

Overload caused by the magical wind pouring into the body? It doesn't exist. Prince Caledor is like a natural arcane conductor, automatically filtering out negative effects.

And his brain for constructing spell models is also terrifyingly deep, and this has nothing to do with mental issues.

Like a natural operating logic, as long as it is magic, in the hands of Draconir, it is a tool that can be manipulated at will.

At the cost of physical disability, Teclis inherited the power of Aenarion's blood and gained unimaginable spellcasting abilities.

But Drachnir...

If Belannar could use a more appropriate word to describe it, it would be the perfect combination of Slann's spellcasting ability and the physical strength of the Dire Lizard.

The retired old mage once wondered whether the student was the reincarnation of a certain god, otherwise how could it be so weird.

But fortunately, many years of getting along with him also made him realize one thing...

"As for the divine magic system, you and I both know the limitations."

Elsarion nodded. This research was forced to terminate after achieving certain results.

There is only one reason. The realm of the gods does not allow offense. The two people's secret research was finally terminated by secret warnings from many temples.

If that's all, that's it, but if you actually hear Ardaeus's furious laughter and Asuryan's merciless cold inspection when you are casting magic with similar effects to divine magic, researchers who know the seriousness will naturally understand how. Do.

Belannar's already somewhat old face actually showed a touch of fanaticism at this moment. This was an expression that Elsharion had never seen before, and even made the cold watcher feel a little fear in his heart.

At this moment, the retired old mage seems to have returned to his youth, when he was passionate about magic. His originally relaxed body has become upright.

"I saw a possibility in him, a possibility of being as mortal as a god."

Without waiting for the student to answer, Berannar took out a magic recording stone and displayed the past scenes recorded in it in the living room without any concealment.

A giant black dragon was summoning meteorites on top of the mountains, and the shadows shrouded by its outstretched wings had already covered the mountains.

"Don't ask why, I secretly recorded the scene of Minas Nir casting a spell. What's even more exaggerated is that Teclis recorded the last spell he released during the Snake-Rat Holy War!"

After seeing the meteorite that reduced the forest to a deep crater, Eltharion fell into complete silence.

"What's your purpose in letting me see these?"

"I put everything on Drachnir, just to make the possibility of being as good as a god become a reality in the future!" (End of Chapter)