Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 683 Who Are You Testing?

"Lowry, do you even know what 'too much of a good thing' means, or that spoiling a child too much is a disaster?" Travis coldly looked at Lowry, whose figure was mostly hidden by Lily.

"Huh?" Lori looked at him innocently. "But what I gave Lily was all..."

"Don't say anything more, it was my fault for asking." Travis immediately remembered that this was a mage who could create his own spatial equipment and was very interested in researching various materials.

He understood that Lowry intended to settle everything by using the price of raw materials.

It's utterly shameless, yet there's no way to refute it.

When the maker doesn't factor their own magical power and labor into the cost, those who can only buy it should keep quiet... otherwise, they'll only hurt their own pride.

But Travis still said, unwilling to give up, "Alzalan said you are too unbalanced in your studies. You don't study anything you don't like. This is a bad habit that needs to be corrected."

Despite the fact that everything Lowry brought out was of the highest quality, he didn't actually have much alchemical knowledge.

His mastery of magic arrays and runes allowed him to bypass certain methods and solve problems from the top down.

For example, some of the mental defense bracelets he made.

It is indeed very easy to use, and the requirements for materials are not high.

However, the requirements for the monks themselves are much higher.

After all, not everyone can use their mental power to create such a complex rune array in one stroke when they are at the intermediate level.

When Al-Saran occasionally saw Lowry's finished products, his expression would become extremely complicated... He was proud to have such an outstanding student, but he couldn't believe that he had taught such a 'barbaric' style.

Since it was confirmed that Lori was a descendant of dragons, Arslan felt much more at ease... Nature was the best explanation, and he, as her teacher, could finally be relieved.

"Time will solve everything," Lowry said, unconcerned.

Travis sighed helplessly... He really didn't understand why Lowry, at such a young age, was more insightful than he, who had lived for so many years.

If he had been as self-aware as Lowry a hundred years ago, wouldn't many things have been avoided?
For example, that brood of children.

Travis wanted too much, wanted too much too quickly, which is why he used himself as a bargaining chip.

However, now, the last thing he left behind was the descendants of his eldest son... The rest had all become ballast, serving no purpose other than in his cabin.

What he can take away is the strength he possessed from the beginning and Luscania.

If only he could...

Travis shook his head slightly.

He is able to be calm now because he was once too uneasy.

After all, he was born a human being, and the sense of urgency that a short-lived species has for life is uncontrollable.

Lowry, on the other hand, probably has that dragon-like confidence in his bones—a disregard for everything, a "I'll get there eventually" attitude.

No wonder Luscania was so sure her child would get the best education and upbringing with Lori.

Although Luscania herself wasn't nervous, she was anxious because Travis was.

Her children will inevitably be affected in the same way.

But in the Green Maple Territory, far from all the hustle and bustle, and with elders like Lowry who were only slightly older than them, they were able to live more like dragons.

Since we can't send the child back to White Dragon Valley, Lori's place is indeed a better option.

Having completely ignored Bolaños, Travis, having finished his self-conquest, finally managed to give Lily a loving smile, like that of an elder: "Be good, okay? Those old guys over there are not to be trifled with."

Although the others remained noncommittal about his arrogant remarks, the Goddess of the Night couldn't help but give him a sharp, piercing look.

Lowry couldn't help but glance at him, her bright eyes asking in a questioning tone: What do you want to do?
Travis smiled slyly and looked at the sea man.

Lowry instantly understood what he was worried about: whatever the relationship was between Cranus of Trahir and the Greek, it had already alerted the enemy.

If the undead race that the sea people speak of truly comes to this world one day, Travis plans to first create a few adversaries he can communicate with.

For the kings and gods of this world, waging a war of tacit understanding is a piece of cake.

No prior communication is needed; a few glances are enough to start a fight.

They were all trained in the past to deal with people controlled by fragments of divine artifacts.

Just like this time when dealing with the Outer Gods, even though the gods didn't say anything, none of them overlooked the key points.

Moreover, they cooperated extremely well and never doubted whether anyone intended to betray them.

Even when the tasks of the Lord of Valor take place in the homes of followers of the Lord of Storms, the Lord of Storms has never shown his face.

The same applies to Ezra and the Knights of the Maple Ridge.

Although the gods were watching closely, they didn't interfere at all... in fact, they left the matter to Travis to handle.

In other words, if a problem arises at Watson Castle that Mar and his team cannot solve, then Travis will be the only one who can step in to resolve it.

The world's will, having sacrificed itself, kept all disputes at a "minor level." So no matter how much trouble everyone caused, they dared not cross a certain line... especially the guy standing opposite, who indeed had the power to flip the table and wipe everyone out.

In that instant, Travis made a deal with the gods with a single, disrespectful remark.

Then the Goddess of the Night chose to be the first to engage in battle.

However, Travis's words were probably directed at her.

After all, although the Goddess of Wealth likes to dress up, she doesn't really care about being old.

As long as I can still be covered in silk and jewels, and be dazzling wherever I go, that's enough.

Only the Goddess of the Night dislikes this title.

Of course, Travis's sudden outburst to Lily, along with a few words of reprimand to Lowry, was also intended to cool down the suddenly gloomy atmosphere.

To make everyone's silence less noticeable.

Ultimately, their conversation was enough to make these gods stop and listen.

It is common knowledge that the gods are very interested in everything about the dragons.

"You said earlier that Cranos died again in Oiseus." The goddess of wealth's eyes flickered as she looked down at the seaman slumped there. "But you casually mentioned the name of Cranos, the Lord of Time and Space in Trathir."

So, these two are completely unrelated, right?

Hai Ren shook his head with difficulty: "I don't know."

I really don't know.

The Undead can give a hundred different origins for this name.

There are even claims that the Lord of Time and Space, Cranos, is actually Cranos's biological father, Uranus.

But that's definitely not the case.

Both Triton and Lady Pain were certain that the undead, who possessed the power of time and space, had absolutely no trace of the Greek pantheon.

Triton specifically inquired about the origins of the undead, specifically about the origins of Kranos, the Kranos of Trahir.

His experiences were legendary, but certainly not something Uranus could have experienced.

That is the history of mortals' struggle, not the story of resurrected gods.

Even if gods have no bottom line and no patience, they would never allow themselves to fall into that kind of situation... Even if someone schemes against them and causes problems with their resurrected body, as born gods, they can completely get rid of their physical bodies.

Even if it might be corrupted by evil, the gods probably wouldn't care that much.

At worst, we can slowly wash away all the filth over a long period of time.

At most, one might act immorally while still human, but if a deity wishes to abandon evil and embrace good, then everything from the past... is meaningless.

Don't you have a perfect example here?
The former White Dragon King, now the Lord of Ice.

So, the problem might lie with the person who named him in the first place.

The world of Trash has nearly been destroyed in the past, and it is rife with numerous and complex external forces.

"Although you only look level 16, you must be a direct descendant of Triton." The Lord of Ice completely ignored his veiled provocations. After all, he survived by struggling insanely, unlike the lustful old man, the White Dragon King. He simply snorted, "So much resentment, take it out on Triton!"
Why are you taking your anger out on us?

I also really hate my biological parents! What can I do?
At least I was born, and I survived.

This guy is a prime example of unbridled growth, a typical case of struggling out of the most tragic fate. When it comes to unscrupulous parents, few can rival him.

Although Triton had ulterior motives for having children in that world, he was a typical Greek god, and he would still treat the children he could use well.

“I am his grandson. A descendant of the child of that sea goddess.” The sea man’s face was indifferent. “I have the most Greek blood in my body, so naturally I am more likely to be favored by Poseidon.”

"Oh...you sent you out to find someone, right?" The Lord of Ice, who also had a bloodline, immediately understood. "Poseidon really believes that our world has the blood of Uranus?"
You're muttering to yourself here using the name of that time-space master named Cranos, just to provoke that unfortunate god whose vital parts were cut off by his own son?

Whom are you suspecting by keeping looking at the Crystal Palace?

Lowry... no, Lowry is still a child!

Travis, right?

Travis looked horrified inside the Crystal Palace.

“That’s true. If Uranus was so hated by his wife that she insisted on sterilizing him, then he must be… um…” The Lord of Ice glanced at the Goddess of Night, then softened his tone a bit under her cold gaze. “He had too many desires, which his wife couldn’t stand and didn’t want to have any more children.”

Travis's wife-sacrificing approach to procreation does indeed fit the type of guy you're looking for.

But that shouldn't be it; that's something inherent in the bloodline of dragons.

Both sides have their merits; there's no point in comparing them.

Travis's face switched dozens of expressions in a few seconds, finally settling on a murderous look.

(End of this chapter)