Chapter 151: Legends

Chapter 151: Legends

It took me a while to realize how absurd a Dragon named Marcus was. Usually, you would expect something very cringe. Or some of those idiotic names full of air commas. Something like Ifyouareanidiot-putanotheraircomma. Jokes aside, Im glad I wasnt burnt to a crisp after Lord Julers umpteenth outburst.

We are now walking to one of the majestic and massive towers basically, magical skyscrapers. Some of them are taller than the academy proper. And while Stan and his [Archmage] friend are talking, Im trying to take care of future problems.

Lord Juler, cant I be left to deal with these problems on my own? I dont really need to make people even angrier. Id like it if you stopped taking control of my body.

Taking control? Joey Luciani, Im no [Possession], child. You come from a soft world. Here, at the Nine Towers Academy, real magic is present. Wonders of a magnitude you cant even start to comprehend. Your magical theories are incredibly elegant, but they are not complicated rituals. Magic, Joey Luciani, can change has changed the world. You still dont know how to command respect. That Marcus was a young uppity [Mage] when I was still alive. Do you know how old that makes him? No? Well, Id suggest you open a history book. If you let these people take a whiff of your weakness, they will pounce. I scared him to death, instead. Nothing terrifies a Dragon more than a threat of future demise. They are born more powerful than Humans, but their longer life spans make them lazier, complacent. Humans and other species are always racing against the clock and that means we have to face more adversities. If you face more adversities, you gain more levels. If you gain more levels, your expertise goes up. And if your expertise goes up, Joey Luciani, you can learn how to be an even better [Mage].

Yeah, ok, Im not initiating a discussion with Lord Juler ever again. If theres anything I learned from what he just said, its this: never bother an old man with too much time on his hands. Its like when random old people stop you in the park and start talking about their life while they comfortably sit at their benches. Then, you are faced with a choice. Do you go away, knowing that you will cross their path again they are there all day, goddammit or will you sit at the bench and see how deep the rabbit hole is?

Whats the little Humans specialization, Tiberius? I hear [Archmage] Marcus ask Stan.

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Another fool? [Archmage] Marcus shakes his head.

Leave him be, Marcus, Stan sighs and puts one of his old, wizened hands on the humanoid Dragons shoulder. New generations need to be a bit arrogant, and you know it better than me.

When I was young, every other [Mage] tried to become the [Light Mage], Tiberius. I have to say that few remember the importance of such a class. But your little student is either the biggest idiot in this world or an arrogant fool.

What?

Joey?

Huh?

Turning to my left, I see Lucinda tugging at Augustuss arm, trying to pull him away. Instead, the big Elf smiles at me with the intensity of a thousand suns.

Yeah.

Fuck.

In a second, I feel like Ive been repeatedly stabbed in the guts. But I can also see that Lucinda is probably much more uncomfortable than me. I mean, she did stab me in the back after I showed her the basics of my magic.

So, theres only one thing to do now.

Yo! Augustus! Lucinda! I wave at them as loudly as possible.

Im not a person who carries grudges.

But sometimes

Its not a bad idea to embarrass someone to death.