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Chapter 44 The King Wants Your Dignity

Indeed, Yaluo also thought so. It happened that he got this power from Zeshia. If he asked her for advice, he might be able to get some ideas on how to control this power.

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If he asks the dragon for help, will she agree?
After returning home, Yaluo walked to the second floor and stood at the door of Zeshia's room.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. After a while, Silver Dragon's lazy voice came from inside.

"what."

"I, Yaluo, want to ask you something."

"Ah."

With permission, he opened the door and walked into the house.

Inside the house, Zeshia was lazily lying on the bed, with books scattered around her, as well as bags of cookies and fruit candies. She was eating while reading a novel, with a dragon's tail swaying behind her.

Zeshia did help a bit in the previous commission, so after the reward was settled, Yalu bought her several sets of popular novels and new snacks from the dessert shop. As a result, Zeshia hardly went out in the past two days, and just stayed in the room reading novels and eating snacks.

"Your room is too messy." Yaluo frowned as he looked at the packaging bags all over the floor.

"Then you should clean up. What's the point of just standing there and talking?" Zeshia said expressionlessly.

"Tsk, what a lazy dragon." Yaluo complained in his heart, but after all, he still needed her help, so he picked up all the garbage, put it in the trash can and carried it out.

As soon as he finished packing and walked back to the room, some clothes were thrown at him.

"Give me these clothes to wash as well," Zeshia said.

"You" Yaluo pinched one of the small light blue lace panties with two fingers,
"Wash your own underwear, you lazy dragon!"

"Asking you to wash my clothes is a favor to you, so be grateful for it." Zeshia said, turning over and changing to a more lazy lying position.

"Tsk."

Yalu threw the clothes aside, pulled a chair and sat beside the bed.

After the previous incident, the relationship between the two seemed to have become much closer and they were not as reserved as before.

"Zeshia, I have something to ask you."

"What?" Zeshia asked without even turning her head.

"How did you, the dragon race, first master your own power?"

Zeshia turned her face towards him and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's just academic research. You know, I've been studying magic theory lately. There's information on this kind of thing," Yaluo said as he pondered the sentence.
"Because dragons are born with powerful magical powers, but how do they control such a large amount of magic at such a young age and not go berserk?"

"Don't imagine that dragons are the same as you humans. We have extremely high spiritual awareness when we are born. We are not like stupid human cubs who only know how to eat." Zeshia said.

"Then there is at least a learning stage, right? Mastering one's own power? Studying magic? How did you experience all these?" Yaluo asked.

"Those kinds of things are learned naturally. As the most powerful race, we will encounter many self-righteous adventurers. After encountering them a few times and getting used to the spells, you will know everything." Zeshia said.

“Isn’t there any detail in this?”

"What details do you want? The magical talents that we dragons possess are beyond the imagination of you humans." Zeshia snorted arrogantly.

Yaluo leaned back in his chair in disappointment.

Indeed, the dragon race, a race that possesses terrifying power from birth and has a long lifespan, will never have any worries about being unable to control their power. They will master it independently throughout their long lives.

But he is different. He doesn't have hundreds of years to adapt slowly. Now there are less than three months left before the entrance examination. If he can't learn to control his own magic power during this period, he will either give up admission or be caught and sliced into pieces at the examination site.

What to do? Or just give up on attending school. Since I already have such powerful powers, I can still become a great wizard in the future by spending a few more years studying on my own.

Just as he was struggling, Zeshia glared at him with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, what's wrong with you today? You come here to ask me about the dragon clan again, and after I answer you, you put on a deadpan face again."

Yaluo looked at her, turned his head, and said directly: "Zeshia, actually I have a terminal illness."

Zeshia's face froze, and he looked at him with his lips slightly parted.
"Have you finally been diagnosed with mental illness?"

"Yes, Selena told me just now. No, how could I be mentally ill?" Yalu looked at her speechlessly.

"What is that?" "It's Magical Instability and Violence Syndrome. People who suffer from this disease can easily die from self-destruction due to the inability to control their own magic power."

This time he actually saw a look of panic on Zeshia's face, and the Silver Dragon actually sat up directly from the bed.

"Are you going to explode and die at any moment now?" Zeshia said in disbelief.

"Yeah." Yaluo nodded heavily.

"Then you should stay away from me. What if you accidentally explode me?"

"Do you have any fucking sympathy at all?"

Yaluo couldn't help but jump up and pointed at the silver dragon in front of him.

"I'm telling you, Zeshia, if I die you'll never be able to turn back into a dragon!"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I suddenly feel that being a human is pretty good." Zeshia lay down again, picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth.

"Humans have small bodies, and a bag of cookies only takes so long to eat. If I were to transform back into a dragon, the whole bag wouldn't taste good, and I'd always have to fight with those ungrateful adventurers."

"Hey, don't start fighting at this time," Yaluo said, covering his forehead.

"Besides," Zeshia turned her head, looked at him with a smile on her lips, "Maybe if you die, the spell will automatically break."

"I tell you it's absolutely impossible." Yaluo said firmly.

"Tsk." Zeshia snorted.

Yaluo sighed, and his tone finally softened:
"Please, Lord Zeshia, teach me a secret technique of the dragon race. I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life."

Zeshia curled her lips, rolled her eyes twice, and raised the corners of her mouth.

She sat up and looked at Yaluo with her chin tilted up.

"Okay, I'll help you this time."

She raised her arm and grabbed the air. With a flash of light, a tattered ancient book appeared in her hand.

"This is a secret method of the dragon clan. It can regulate one's own magical state in a short period of time. It can easily cure the symptoms you mentioned."

"Thank you so much, Master Zeshia."

Yaluo reached out to take it, but Zeshia raised her hand and dodged.

"You have to give me a reason why I give it to you."

Yaluo raised his head and thought for two seconds: "I will give you more desserts as tribute."

"I don't want dessert this time," said Zeshia.

"and you."

"This king wants your dignity."

Zeshia moved her body, raised her slender white left leg towards him, lifted her small, white and tender foot that looked like milk jade, and twisted her thumb twice towards him.

"As long as you lick my feet, I will give you this secret technique."

Zeshia looked at Yaluo with great pride.

This was something she had just seen in a book, a way for the villain to humiliate the protagonist. Before, she had asked Yaluo to lick her own sweat twice, and he was already so disgusted. This time, asking him to do such a humiliating thing would definitely humiliate him severely.

I really can't wait to see the painful expression on his face after his self-esteem is trampled upon!

Just as Zeshia was thinking this, her feet were suddenly grabbed and then slashed hard from the heel to the toes.

Yalu shook off the little foot, wiped his mouth, and reached out to her.

"After you're done licking, give me the secret technique."

Zeshia stared at him blankly. The wetness and strange feeling from the soles of her feet kept stimulating her brain, making her face feel like it was burning.

"Damn it, you really lick it!!"

(End of this chapter)