I train my body alone in the magical world.

Chapter 23 "I've Seen a Dragon!"

"Hunters have two lives during a hunt. Under the [Hunting Ground Contract], if a hunter is killed by the prey, the hunter will not die, but will only lose all the [loot] he has collected. The marked prey will receive the most valuable [loot] among them."

"Um..."

Grace didn't explain further, but stepped forward and directly pulled down Fu Xiao's collar.

"Eh...you..."

Rias, who was standing nearby, quickly grabbed Grace's hand that was tearing at her collar: "What are you doing?"

"It's okay, I wanted you all to watch this together!" Grace quickly shook her head and explained.

???

Where is "It's okay"?

Do you want us to watch it together?

Are people in Beijing this open-minded now?

Upon hearing Grace's words, Rias's brain clearly experienced a brief lapse.

Grace yanked down Fu Xiao's collar, revealing a black "bone tooth" mark on his chest...

She reached out and touched the black mark, feeling the familiar water element.

Grace nodded in agreement: "Yes, I knew it! Magno's water-based incantation magic is practically his signature spell!"

[Channel Magic (Heavenly Flood): Nourishing the source of all things, cleansing the filth of the world, wherever the torrent flows, sins crumble, and all roaring waves return to nothingness — Heavenly Flood! (Loot Durability: 1)]

"Tianhong?"

"That guy did seem to chant... but I interrupted him!" Fu Xiao recalled the scene.

"Huh? Interrupt?" Grace looked at Fu Xiao with a complicated expression.

"I suggest that next time you face a spell being cast, you'd better run away!"

"Incantation magic is different from ordinary magic. It increases the time required for elemental construction, allowing the magic's power to be released to the maximum extent! It can be considered a type of magic developed by mages who haven't developed their own original spell formulas in order to compensate for this."

She no longer knew whether to say Fu Xiao was lucky or just incredibly fortunate.

Even Freak probably didn't expect that Fu Xiao's first reaction would be to step forward and interrupt his chanting spell!

Fu Xiao touched the mark on his chest, still feeling somewhat excited.

This way, I'll have an extra trump card in my hand!

"Alright!" Grace waved her hand. "Fu Xiao, I have a bold hypothesis about you regarding Type ① potions!"

Fu Xiao's eyes lit up when he heard about potions. After experiencing the power of the Wave Dragons, his view on potions was completely different.

In addition, the [Breaking the Cocoon] ability has a time limit, so he doesn't have much time left.

"Your constitution is somewhat special. When your uncontrollable magic subsides, it also prevents you from using magic, but it seems to grant you superhuman strength?"

Ok?

Upon hearing Grace's analysis, Fu Xiao's heart skipped a beat...

As expected of a genius archmage, he managed to completely dissect the characteristics of [magic-to-physical] simply through analysis!

Have you ever heard of dragons?

Grace abruptly changed the subject!

dragon…?

The three little ones from Niuzhen were full of questions. Isn't a dragon a legendary creature?

"actually…"

"I've seen dragons!"

???

Fu Xiao pursed her lips, and upon hearing this, she almost spat out the milk she was drinking.

Grace's expression turned serious: "Back when we were researching Class ① potions, it was based on the meditation technique used by the dragon race to preserve their magic power, created together with my teacher."

"Huh? Could it be... the Wave Dragon... is actually the name of a dragon?" Fu Xiao blinked, confused. "Dragons? There wouldn't be... a Sith Dragon... either, would there?"

"Hmm? How do you know about Heathlong?"

Grace stared at Fu Xiao suspiciously. This kid…

There's always this feeling that makes you hard to understand?

Could it be... you've seen a dragon too!?

Fu Xiao sighed, "No... I was just guessing!"

This is truly a coffin pulled by nine dragons!

Grace continued, "Most potions use common consumables, and most mages can't even withstand a regular Class 1 potion. But... your special constitution might allow your magical power to be limitless!"

"What would happen if we could add the power of dragons to a potion recipe?"

The power of a true dragon!!!

Fu Xiao clenched his fists, feeling a surge of excitement just from listening to Grace's words.

The true Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin + [Breaking the Cocoon] maximizes the benefits of acupuncture!

"Don't get too excited yet. Dragons are a race with high intelligence and innate primal magical formulas!" Grace poured cold water on Fu Xiao's enthusiasm, calming him down. "They are rare and hard to come by. I was just suggesting this possibility."

"At least we have a direction now!"

Fu Xiao smiled optimistically. Having finally been given a second life, who wouldn't want to embark on a grand adventure to find the dragon clan?

Bruce, standing next to him, cleared his throat. The conversation between the two made him a little envious. Rather than going to magic academy, he also wanted to go on an adventure with Fu Xiao on a whim!

After experiencing this attack by Frass, they have come to understand the cruelty and darkness of the professionals in this world. Professionals like Frass do not care about human life at all.

Only by possessing absolute strength can one avoid becoming fish on someone else's chopping block.

The three little ones in Niuzhen all lowered their heads...

"Alright, kids! Don't be so serious!" Grace picked up another croissant from the plate. "You have a long future ahead of you! I believe in your potential..."

"The future belongs to you!"

Grace wasn't exaggerating; at their age, she had only just begun to learn magic and enter the academy.

Within a few years, they will surely become the best among professionals.

"Oh, right! I might need to take your blood samples periodically for research. I'll have Ao Ying contact you. You can also write to me if you need anything!" As she spoke, an owl with incredibly dark circles under its eyes appeared out of thin air on Grace's shoulder.

The owl took flight, circled twice above the group's heads, and then landed on Bruce's light brown curly hair, preening its feathers with its beak, as if very pleased with its new home.

"Hey, don't treat my hair like your bird's nest!" Bruce shook his head slightly, clearly annoyed.

The hawk didn't tolerate Bruce at all, and instead pecked at Bruce's forehead to express its dissatisfaction.

"Ouch! It hurts..."

"Oh? It seems you two get along quite well?" Grace smiled helplessly. "Well, luckily I keep quite a few hawks. I'll give you that one! It'll make it easier for you two to keep in touch!"

"Huh? Don't do things on your own! It... wait, why does my head feel a little hot? Did it... pull something on my head?!" Bruce felt a warm, sticky liquid on the top of his head... stuck to his hair.

The owl's cheeks flushed red as it revealed a contented expression... then it flew away from Bruce's head and landed on Fu Xiao's shoulder.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"There's nothing we can do...birds all have rectums, right?" Grace smiled slyly.

Fu Xiao didn't even need to guess; this owl... must have been prepared by Grace long ago as a means of communication for the three of them, knowing that Bruce was going to the capital next.

If she wanted to contact herself, she had her contracted beast, the little fox spirit, so she didn't need to train the eagle at all.

Grace waved her hand, leaving the three of them with only a dashing silhouette.

"Well then, farewell, you three! I must begin the next chapter of my journey!"

Fu Xiao couldn't help but sigh as she watched the departing figure.

Does she always have to try to look cool?

......

The once bustling caravan market on the southern outskirts of Bullhorn has been transformed into a collection of small tombstones, funded by Baron Andrew, to commemorate those who perished in the recent goblin attack.

Grace placed a flower on the ground, put her purple veil back on, and turned to leave.

The peaceful town seemed as if nothing had happened.

The Andrews gained the prestige they desired, but Bullhorn was given a new nightmare that they neither wanted to recall nor could forget.

"This damn... world!"

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