Chapter 151: Blessing of the Dragon God, please help me take care of my sister!
The silver dragon girl Ignis sat against the wall in a daze, her translucent eyes darting left and right, following Deya all the time.

Mavis squatted on the ground, bored, her white skirt and gorgeous silver hair covering the ground. Only a pair of white and delicate feet were vaguely visible through the gauze dress.

While waiting for the ceremony to begin, she was a little bored. There was nothing to do except hiding in the cave.

The silver dragon Amos held a harp in his hand, playing soft music and singing softly, with a beautiful and pleasant voice.

Even Deya had to admit that if this silver dragon ran to the human world, it would definitely deceive every little girl.

Isn't this the bard that those noble girls have been waiting for, a handsome and story-filled bard?

Of course, if a human girl really fell in love with him, the end result would be that she would give birth to a half-dragon who would never find his father.

No matter how much a silver dragon cares about its family, it will not show too much affection to a dragon that is not pure-blooded.

Deya is teaching Raymond as a teacher.

What surprised Deya was that Raymond actually had the talent to become a wizard. He could understand magical words and, above all, he was hardworking enough.

Apart from eating and sleeping, he spends all his time reading. His diligence and perseverance are just like that of a senior high school student.

Especially when he thought that Raymond was only ten years old, which was the age when he loved to play, but he could endure the boredom and study hard, Deya was even more satisfied.

At this time, Deya somewhat understood how his teacher Irving felt when he accepted him as a disciple.

Having an excellent and studious disciple can really make a master happy.

Of course, Raymond is very good, but compared with Deya's talent as a mage, he is still a little bit inferior.

After all, he is a cheating player.

"Not bad. You are talented in the three schools of conjuration, evocation, and necromancy."

The cantrips and spells that a wizard learns are meant to test the talent of a wizard apprentice.

If a wizard apprentice learns the magic of a certain school quickly, it means that he is more talented in this school, and then he will specialize in this school.

Being omnipotent is not a good thing for a wizard, because magic is profound and human energy is limited.

If you try to master spells from all schools, you will accomplish nothing.

Even Deya, a cheating player, would not think about mastering all the spells. Instead, he would first learn the spells of one school to the top, and then he could study the spells of other schools in depth.

Deya's words made Raymond very excited.

He now has an understanding of the basic structure of mages and knows the differences between the eight major schools.

After knowing that Deya was a wizard of the necromancy school, he also wanted to become a member of the necromancy school.

But talent is something random in the nature of things. Now that he knew he had the talent to learn necromancy spells and could follow his teacher, how could he not be surprised.

"You learned the trick in five days. You are pretty good for a wizard's talent."

Deya said appreciatively, textbook in hand.

"Teacher, how long did it take you to learn magic tricks?"

Raymond asked curiously.

It’s not that he wants to surpass Deya, he just wants to know more about his teacher.

"Me? I learned all the tricks of the eight schools in two days."

Deya shrugged and said casually.

Young man, you must ask this question. Don’t you know that mortals cannot be compared with those hanging on the wall?
As soon as he finished speaking, Amos and Mavis couldn't help but look at him.

As they were very knowledgeable about magic, they naturally understood how terrifying Deya's talent was.

Even the silver dragon Ignis had never heard of any wizard with such talent in her life.

Perhaps, only the legendary wizard who was passed down among their dragon clan and whose records had long since disappeared from the outside world could have such a talent.

Could it be that this guy is really a genius?

Amos couldn't help thinking,

The same is true for Mavis.

Although she was forced to sign a contract by her other self and became almost a slave to Deya.

But Mavis never really knew much about her "master".

Thinking of the terrifying undead army in the real world, Mavis felt that it was natural for Deya to have such a talent for magic.

She had never seen or heard of any necromancer who could create such a horrific natural disaster.

Raymond was even more stunned.

However, he did not feel any jealousy, but looked at Deya with admiration: "Teacher is so awesome!"

Deya waved his hands, a little ashamed.

After all, his talent comes from cheating.

But he soon thought that cheating was also an ability of his own and he should be proud of it.

"Since you have a talent for necromancy and you are willing to learn necromancy, I will teach you as much knowledge as I can."

If Raymond did not have the talent for necromancy, then Deya could only teach him some basic theories of magic and let him find another teacher who could teach him.

Deya thought about it, took out a thick notebook and handed it to Raymond.

"Teacher, what is this?"

Taking the notebook that was obviously frequently read, Raymond asked curiously.

"These are my study notes. They are no longer useful to me, so I'll give them to you."

Hearing that this turned out to be Deya's study notes, Raymond was extremely surprised. He hugged the notebook tightly and said excitedly: "Teacher, I will keep it with me forever."

Deya smiled but said nothing.

After all, this is just a world memory, a fragment of time cut out from history.

In fact, Deya could have completely ignored Raymond and even not taught him well.

But seeing the half-dragon's pleading yet persistent attitude, and the fact that Deya really had nothing to do while waiting, he decided to teach him well.

Deya is the kind of person who either doesn't do anything or doesn't do it, but once he does something, he will do it seriously.

So he was very generous in teaching Raymond.

After taking a short rest, Raymond continued to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.

Deya walked up to Mavis and asked in a low voice: "Mavis, have you heard of Raymond Yinxin?"

Yinxin is the surname of the royal family of the Narbo Empire. If there really is a strong man with this surname, he will definitely be very famous.

So Deya wondered whether Raymond would eventually become a strong man and leave a great name in history.

Mavis understood what Deya meant. She thought about it carefully and shook her head, saying, "I have never heard of this name."

"Really."

Deya had no regrets after hearing this. Generally, the strong men who can leave their names in history are those with eight or nine rings.

Since the name Raymond Yinxin is not among the strong ones, it means that the other party has either died long ago in real history, or he did not reach the eighth ring in the end and is therefore insignificant.

But even if the other party is not a famous historical figure, Deya will not relax his teaching and will still try his best to impart the other party with all the knowledge he has within this limited time.

This is the responsibility of being a teacher.

Amos, who was playing the harp, suddenly said, "Deya, come here for a moment. I want to tell you something."

The cave is not very big, and everyone is doing their own thing in their own corner.

Deya walked over and sat down opposite Amos and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

Amos looked around, pondered for a moment, and cast a spell to block out the sound.

Seeing the silver dragon so serious, Deya also collected his thoughts.

"Deya, we have been together for a while, but I find that I don't seem to know you very well. Now is not the time to beat around the bush, so I will just ask you directly."

"You ask."

"Well...what I want to ask is, Deya, whether you have mastered some special abilities. This is very important to me. I may make some changes in my next plan."

At first, Amos thought that Deya was just a fourth-ring necromancer.

Although mages are rare, mages of this level cannot bring much effect on the island today.

Amos was thankful that Deya was able to rescue Ignis.

But after Deya talked about his mage talent just now, he suddenly felt that this seemingly simple necromancer might not be simple.

Deya thought about it and told Amos all the abilities he possessed.

Now this silver dragon is his most important ally in the world recollection. Whether he can complete the recollection depends on him, so he cannot hide it from him.

Amos widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Chosen by the Dark Moon Goddess? You said you are the Chosen by the Dark Moon Goddess?"

"That shouldn't be the case. I've never heard that the Dark Moon Goddess has her chosen one."

At this moment, Deya thought that it was nine hundred years ago in reality, when the Dark Moon Goddess was still active.

Amos pondered for a moment and then said, "No wonder you have to use up spell slots to summon undead creatures every day. I thought you were just practicing the spell to summon undead creatures."

"I see. You are trying to accumulate undead creatures and build an army of the dead."

During the time he lived in the cave, Deya continued to accumulate undead creatures every day, just like he did in the Limerick Mountains.

Even though twenty days is too short, what Deya has to do is to add as much weight to himself as possible.

"You said you have several contracted powerful undead creatures, as well as hundreds of high-level undead creatures, plus you have the ability to resurrect the dead."

Amos suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "...Deya, the plan has changed. I have a bolder idea."

Deya didn't know what new plans this silver dragon had.

Is this a change of plan, preparing to win the championship?
"Let me think about this matter again and plan it carefully. I will tell you the details then."

At this time, the silver dragon even put down the harp and fell into deep thought.

Deya's heart moved, and he roughly guessed what Amos wanted to do. He asked tentatively: "You don't want to... kill the dragon lich?"

Amos was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Deya to have guessed it and told the truth:
"Yes, I had planned to break into its castle during the ceremony, destroy the magical devices, and lift the spell on this island so that you can escape from here."

"But now I have a bold idea. The life box of the fallen red dragon must be hidden in that castle. Maybe I can kill it!"

Deya asked in confusion: "Why do you want to kill it? Can't you just run away?"

Killing a dracolich is too dangerous.

Amos smiled bitterly, and glanced at his sister Ignis without leaving a trace. Seeing that his sister was still sitting on the ground stupidly, he said:
"She may be able to escape once, but she may not be able to escape a second time. The Fallen Red Dragon will definitely find a way to capture my sister again."

After a pause, Amos was not going to hide it anymore: "...You don't know that the Fallen Red Dragon cares a lot about Ignis."

"Because Ignis was blessed by the Dragon God. She is a dragon that is close to the Dragon God. Although she has not yet shown her specialness, the dragon clan believes that she is the messenger of the Dragon God."

The Dragon God is an ancient spirit who is one of the nine righteous gods.

This god also has churches and believers among humans, but they are very small in scale, and the main believers are dragons.

If Ignis is really related to the Dragon God, then she is indeed special.

It is understandable that a dracolich who likes research would be interested in Ignis.

Deya said with a strange look on his face: "You really care about your sister."

He was beginning to wonder if this silver dragon was a sister-con.

Amos chuckled. “I don’t care about Ignis, but the corrupted red dragon. Besides my sister, it often captures other dragons.”

"Just think of me as still holding on to my childhood dream. Sometimes, I also want to be a hero."

Amos looked serious, he might actually have the idea of ​​becoming a hero.

Deya was silent.

He couldn't laugh at Amos's idea.

"Deya, I hope I can ask you a favor."

"Let me make it clear first, I won't do anything troublesome unless you give me benefits."

"You bastard, no wonder the elves over there call you a heartless necromancer... Well, actually, the matter is very simple. I hope you can help me take care of my sister."

Amos looked at the Silver Dragon Lady with gentle eyes and whispered: "...You have seen her character. I am still afraid that she will be deceived."

"She rarely shows attachment to someone. She is even very cold to me. I don't know if it's because you saved her that she has some special feelings for you."

Deya was speechless. If it were in reality, he would still be willing to take care of a powerful silver dragon. That was a powerful fighting force.

But this is the world's memory after all. What's the point even if I agree?

Deya made an excuse and said, "She is a dragon, and I am just a human. If she sleeps, I might become an old man."

Amos smiled and said, "With your ability and talent, I believe that you, Deya, will be able to become an eighth-ring or even a ninth-ring mage."

"By then, you will have at least a thousand years to live."

Seeing Amos's eager urging, Deya thought for a moment and said, "If she stays with me, I will take care of her."

This promise is ambiguous. If the mother dragon is no longer by his side when the world recollection ends, he will not be considered to have broken the promise.

Simultaneously,

Deya also realized why Amos was so impatient.

This silver dragon seems to be determined to die.

Just like his friend, the silver dragon that fell in Dragon Tomb Canyon.

(End of this chapter)