In a spacious room, people filled the long table, but upon closer inspection, while these individuals appeared lifelike and agile, their expressions were somewhat rigid and stiff, and their demeanor unnatural.
The faint red glow emanating from their eyes proved that these were not normal humans, but various types of magically controlled puppets.
These puppets, though varied in style, sat neatly around the table like normal people, and a silent atmosphere enveloped the entire room.
After a long while, an Old Magician puppet with an aged appearance finally spoke, "You mean, we need to do our best to assist this supreme Emperor, to prompt him to launch a war prematurely?"
"However, this would certainly cost us a lot of resources, and this bastard of an Emperor would surely not allow us to develop our strength in peace. By then, many people from our families would also go to the war front, which would result in a great loss of strength."
"Heh heh, do you think our families can escape if we delay it until later?" a fox-faced puppet made a strange sound, "Or would you rather be a Duke than own a Duchy?"
The aged puppet shook his head and retorted, "I am just an ordinary noble, not some Duke. Do not slander others so casually."
The most agile puppet, seated at the head, spoke, "Alright, there's no need to argue about these things. Everyone present here is a prominent figure in the Empire. What are your opinions?" His gaze swept over the many silent magical puppets, awaiting their replies.
"Who would want to follow an Emperor destined for failure?" someone in the crowd chuckled softly.
"We can go for this," a tall puppet stood up, slamming his hand on the table. He swept his eyes over the other magical puppets.
"By then, everyone present can have their own Duchy and Kingdom, instead of accompanying this Emperor into hell. His ambition is too grand. I certainly don't want to become his divine servant. I haven't enjoyed this wonderful world enough yet."
"Divine servant? Do you think he can reach that stage, hahaha," a magical puppet scoffed.
The entire room was immediately filled with a joyful atmosphere, and many puppets echoed their agreement.
"Then let it be so," the puppet at the head of the table said, summing up the situation as he witnessed this scene.
"If it's difficult for you to win a war, isn't it easy for you to lose one? And we are not plotting against the Emperor. We are doing our best to help our supreme Emperor."
"Heh heh," all the magical puppets present immediately laughed, their slightly stiff laughter echoing in the spacious room, gradually fading away.
A mysterious magical fluctuation appeared in the room. All the magical puppets instantly transformed into specks of stardust, scattering on the floor of the room. A gentle breeze blew, and the stardust was carried by the breeze, drifting out through the quietly opened window, as if they had never been in this room.
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Kalon lay on the ground, feigning sleep. There wasn't much space to move around, so he was too lazy to stir.
These days, he had been pondering the words of Old Magician Lapers concerning the general direction of stepping into the Legendary realm, which gave him some vague ideas about his future path.
If he could advance in the correct direction now, then Kalon would have a greater advantage than others. The more solid the foundation, the better.
It must be said that no matter what one does, having a strong helper is extremely crucial.
Just the information revealed by Old Magician Lapers was knowledge that no treasure in the world could buy. Even if Kalon and the other true dragon's were sold, it might not be enough to exchange for the few simple words Old Magician spoke last night.
This kind of crucial knowledge is only held by those Legendary practitioners of orthodox path, and every Legendary who breaks through using this method is exceptionally powerful. None of them lack wealth; the wealth of mortals might just be an enjoyable embellishment to them.
Only a series of mages like Old Magician Lapers, who come from orthodox backgrounds, would possess such knowledge. This knowledge is equivalent to the fundamental inheritance of a sect.
Kalon hadn't expected to be treated so well by the Magician; he had even prepared for a long period of dormancy. Fortunately, the outcome was satisfactory to the Dragon Clan.
Perhaps this was the favor he received, unlike ordinary true Dragon's.
Thump thump thump, the steel-forged iron door made a knocking sound. Kalon knew who it was by the rhythm of the knocking.
He impatiently opened his eyes, snorting a few sparks from his nostrils with some irritation, "Hsiusir, why are you here again? Are you that idle?"
Hsiusir had a smile on his face; the Magician liked to see the Red Dragon's irritable appearance, as it seemed more authentic. "Things are settled. Oh, by the way, I actually just came to bring this to you."
The Magician handed a thick book to the Red Dragon. The Red Dragon looked at it; on the hard cover, a few common words were written - Three Hundred and Sixty Techniques for Controlling Magical Elements.
Whoosh, two thick streams of Mars sprayed from Kalon's nostrils. He grumbled, "I am a Red Dragon. I prefer to destroy enemies with my physical body and strength."
Despite saying so, Kalon still honestly took the book. Having more knowledge was not a bad thing; the more he understood, the more it would help him interact with the real world.
"Remember to finish reading this book soon. I've placed a magical incantation on it; if you exceed the time limit, this book will instantly shatter into dust."
Hsiusir's smiling eyes were exactly like Old Magician Lapers', but the impression he gave was different. The young Magician's face exuded a feeling of a smile hiding a dagger, at least that's what the Red Dragon thought.
"I'll be very busy in the coming days, so I probably won't have time to see you, Kalon," Hsiusir deliberately paused, waiting for the Red Dragon's reaction.
Kalon was indeed overjoyed, and his irritable mood improved. "That's good. You are a noble Magician; you shouldn't keep coming to this filthy gladiatorial arena."
"Heh heh," Hsiusir's face showed an 'as expected' expression. He slowly said, "But you don't have to worry about your learning progress. I will have the servant puppets bring over the books you need to study.
Hmm, I also have several boxes of notes from when I was an apprentice Magician at home. I'll have the attendants bring those over for you as well."
Kalon's expression immediately changed upon hearing this. Although he deliberately used his auxiliary brain cluster to record the knowledge from these books into his auxiliary brain, he could use it as a database at any time.
However, magical knowledge requires personal experience and thorough understanding. If Kalonhimself cannot understand this knowledge, then his auxiliary brain is just a library.
But recently, a lot of information about magical knowledge has been recorded in his auxiliary brain. Every day, Kalon has to spend a lot of time studying and pondering. At this moment, his mind is full of those obscure and difficult-to-understand magical runes intertwined together.
But he could not and would not refuse this opportunity. Even if he had to force this knowledge in, he would cram it into his mind.
He was still too accustomed to being a lazy true Dragon before. But it's just learning, after all. So, the Red Dragon sighed, "Alright, I'll try my best!"