Chapter 74

Hiding in the classroom, Longyi and Ailin began their undisturbed study session. Ailin gave Longyi a detailed explanation of the spells he had just cast.

At this moment, Longyi finally told Ailin the truth.

In fact, Longyi didn't even know the names of the spells he had cast. He just listened to Ailin and Seren shouting the spell names in Dragon Language, and followed suit. Many of the letters in the spell names were ones Longyi hadn't learned yet, so he just mimicked the pronunciation.

Ailin couldn't help but widen her eyes in curiosity. On one hand, she was amazed by Longyi's learning ability, as she had long known that Longyi could mimic spellcasting by sensing the energy flow. On the other hand, she was even more curious about how Longyi could cast spells based on pronunciation alone, without knowing Dragon Language.

After all, Dragon Language was not just about pronunciation; it was a command. Using Dragon Language as a trigger, one could activate spells or combat techniques. This required not only mastering the pronunciation of Dragon Language but also understanding its meaning.

Ailin had never heard of anyone being able to cast spells without understanding Dragon Language.

Could Longyi be the first?

Moreover, Longyi's pronunciation of Dragon Language was very inaccurate. In theory, such inaccurate pronunciation would make it difficult to cast complete spells or combat techniques, yet Longyi had never failed.

If it were just luck, this luck was too bizarre, right?

Ailin gradually explained the origins, usage, and principles of these spells to Longyi, along with the corresponding formulas and theorems, which she asked Longyi to memorize. As she was explaining, a white light rose from Ailin's body.

"Ah, I leveled up."

Ailin looked up and said softly.

"Huh?" Longyi's eyes almost fell out. "Leveled up?"

"Yes, I leveled up. I'm now at the eighth level of spells," Ailin said with a smile.

"No way, how did you just level up while sitting here?" Longyi was utterly confused.

"I didn't just level up while sitting here. I was researching spells with you."

"Researching spells can level you up?"

"Of course. Although I'm a Magic Warrior, I'm fundamentally a mage. Mages level up by researching spells, that's how it should be."

Ailin blinked, her eyes forming two crescent moons.

What kind of justice is this! What kind of justice is this!

I, the old man, fight to the death every day to reach level 20 and obtain a layer of Dragon Mark, so that Bajie can evolve into his perfect form. But look at Ailin, this little girl, who just sat here and researched spells and leveled up! Is there any justice in this world! Where is fairness and justice! I'm the one who crossed over, shouldn't I be the one who levels up while sleeping? Shouldn't I be the one who can cast forbidden spells by eating a sweet potato? Shouldn't I have a beautiful computer sister who can control the universe? But I've been training hard for 18 years! And most of it has been for Elsa, that little girl. Although Elsa is my girlfriend and will eventually become my wife, I can't say I'm at a loss, but this plot makes it seem like Elsa is the one who crossed over! I'm just the hardworking master! And I have half the talent for spells, so why haven't I shown any signs of leveling up after all this research?

Longyi's eyes were filled with resentment, and Ailin quickly explained.

It turns out that the so-called "researching spells to level up" for mages is exactly that—researching spells. In their discussion, Ailin was the one doing the research while teaching Longyi. Longyi was just a learner; he wasn't researching, he was just mechanically reciting.

Hearing this explanation, Longyi immediately became dejected. There was nothing he could do; this was just his fate.

Memorize!

In the afternoon, Ailin went to the entrance of the first grade to wait for Wesley.

Now, Longyi had become a famous figure in the first grade, known to everyone. Students coming out of the first grade all called him "Brother Long." Longyi felt pleased and quietly said to Ailin, "Soon, I'll make everyone in the Dragon Knight Academy, from top to bottom, call me 'Brother Long'!"

Ailin looked up at Longyi and said softly, "I believe in you!"

Soon, Wesley appeared, along with the fat and thin brothers.

"Brother Long!" Wesley's face was full of surprise. He had thought that after Longyi advanced to the second grade, he would never see him again, but he didn't expect Longyi to come here to wait for him after school.

"Brother Long!"

The fat and thin brothers also called out, now fully convinced of Longyi's strength. They called him "Brother Long" with genuine respect. Of course, they were convinced! In the White Dragon Empire, there were probably no more than ten people who would dare to hit the emperor's son in front of the emperor, and no more than five who would dare to kill him. And Longyi was one of them! How could they not be convinced?

"Brother Long, if there was anything we did wrong before, please don't take it to heart."

The fat brother's expression was slightly awkward, and the thin brother also looked uneasy.

"Haha, it's fine, it's fine. We're all brothers, it was just a joke."

Longyi indicated that it was no problem.

After that, the brothers formally introduced themselves.

The fat and thin brothers were real siblings from the famous Bowen family. Their father was a high-ranking officer in the Dragon Knight Corps, named Will Bowen.

The fat brother's real name, he refused to say, no matter what. When asked his brother, the brother also remained tight-lipped, only saying that everyone could call him by his nickname.

Chef.

The fat brother showed everyone his second dragon. It turned out that he was a dual dragon knight. Besides the rare Hive Dragon that everyone had seen, he also had a rarer Gulp Dragon. This dragon had a huge mouth and a bottomless stomach, capable of eating almost anything, from soil and metal to gems, magical energy, and even dragon breath. In return, this dragon had an almost constant appetite, which even affected the dragon knight. The fat brother was originally slim, but influenced by this appetite, he began to eat more and more. When the food made by others could no longer satisfy him, he started to learn cooking skills, gradually surpassing even the old chefs in his family. The nickname "Chef" began to spread.

Strangely, Chef preferred to be called by this somewhat derogatory nickname rather than reveal his real name. Of course, everyone has their own privacy, and Longyi didn't press the issue.

What everyone found strange was why Chef, a dual dragon knight, seemed less powerful than his brother, who only had a Nine Mosquito Dragon.

The thin brother also didn't reveal his real name. Just like his dragon, named Nine Mosquito Dragon, his nickname was "Mosquito." Mosquito told Longyi that his name wasn't particularly special and could be told, but as the younger brother, he wanted to be consistent with his older brother, so he would keep it secret for now. However, Mosquito also mentioned that if they really wanted to know, they could ask Wesley, who was very good at gathering information and would definitely know their names clearly.

Longyi smiled, noted it down, but didn't take it to heart. Since they were so reluctant to tell, there was no need to pursue it. After all, a name is just a label. Whether they were called fat, thin, chef, or mosquito, it didn't matter.

Longyi's magnanimity earned him Chef's gratitude, but he was still very curious about what kind of name could make Chef so wary.

The group walked out of the academy and into the commercial district, where Wesley announced that he would treat them. From his excited look, it was clear he had something to say, so the group followed Wesley to a restaurant with an astonishingly luxurious appearance.

"The Purest White, the name of this restaurant is really scary. It feels like we're entering a hospital."

Longyi looked at the simple name and said.

"Haha, Brother Long, you don't know. This is one of the top five restaurants in the academy city, and it's run by the elves. The ingredients are extremely high-quality, and the prices are extremely expensive. Only the wealthy and powerful can come here, and it doesn't accept outsiders. Only special membership cards can get you in!"

Wesley said proudly, pulling out a bright green card from his pocket. When he placed the card horizontally, a towering ancient tree slowly appeared, the symbol of the elves, the World Tree.

"Too high-end, too scary. Let's find a street stall and eat some grilled meat instead."

Longyi said.

"No, Brother Long, I finally borrowed this membership card from home. Can you let me show off a bit?"

Wesley said with a pained expression.

"Is that so? Beg me then."

"I beg you."

"Beg me again."

"I beg you again."

"Keep begging me."

"I beg you, please."

"Seeing your sincerity, we'll勉强 go in and eat once." Longyi waved his hand, and everyone laughed and chatted happily.

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