I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

[Favorability-1]

[Keywords for increasing favorability]

[Implantation successful!]

Celia's small fist trembled slightly, even though she had been somewhat satisfied with Fingel's compliant attitude.

There was no reason, but she felt that Fingel must be thinking of something offensive to her.

She regretted it... Why did she take on an apprentice?

Forget it.

"Actually, the solution is very simple... either completely remove the dragon blood from your body."

"In my opinion, it's less that you're a hybrid and more that you've been corrupted by the blood of some powerful dragon."

Celia earnestly stated her conclusions, and her judgments were generally correct.

“Ah…” Fingel hesitated, brushing the dust off his knees as he stood up. “Isn’t there any other way, Master?”

"Have."

Celia didn't bother with pleasantries and went straight to the conclusion.

"The time magic in your bloodline is very precious, and it would be a waste to just remove it like this... So there is another method, which is also very simple."

"Just strengthen your human bloodline... Your dragon bloodline is too strong, and your human bloodline is too weak. You need to strengthen your human bloodline to fight against it."

Oh?

How awesome.

Fingel clicked his tongue in surprise, without even realizing it himself.

"Learn magic—magic is based on imagination and will. All you have to do is find the magic and then learn it."

"Or, I can just give it to you directly."

!

Fingel was shocked, then suddenly knelt down on one knee and, with lightning speed, grabbed Celia's leg, pleading fiercely.

"Please, leave it to me, Master! I beg you!"

Wow!

It smells so good!

He rubbed his face against it, and exclaimed, "Holy crap, it's so soft, like a doll!"

"Get out of my way! What are you doing?"

Celia's expression darkened instantly. When did she pounce on me?

"Please! Please give it to me!"

"I already told you I wanted you to know what you truly desire, what the magic symbolizes in your heart is!"

"I don't care! I don't care, please! Master!"

"I'll teach you, so get out of my way!"

...

Fingel stood up with satisfaction. Celia's expression was slightly flushed from the previous struggle. She was panting. Ice stared at Fingel with fierce eyes... Or should we kill this new apprentice?

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Author's Note: What kind of magic is this...? I'm so conflicted.

Chapter 80: Aura Doesn't Want to Fight

Seria still agreed to Fingel's request to transfer the magic—but on the condition that Fingel find the magic he should learn himself, something that no one else can do for him.

Magic is a reflection of the mind. Different people can use the same magic in different ways. For example, Yubel's ordinary cutting magic in later generations was just a standard attack magic in the eyes of others, but in Yubel's mind, it became a conceptual magic - she could cut anything she could cut.

Because she had a relative who was a tailor since childhood, she believed that her knife could easily cut through the defenses of cloth materials, even a magic cloak with super strong defensive magic enchantments would be finished in one cut, but it would not work on Fingel.

Fingel instinctively believed that unless he bombarded the magic cloak with a Dongfeng missile cannon, Yubel's magic would be useless.

This isn't something you can do by deceiving yourself—you can't make someone who has had nine years of compulsory education logically believe that a magic robe that can withstand rockets can cut themselves open with a knife.

Therefore, driven by the desire to strengthen his own human bloodline, Fingal needed to find magic that symbolized his will and reflected his mind.

Finding the magic that reflects one's inner self takes time, and frankly, Fingel doesn't know what kind of magic he wants—he just wants to understand it.

But there probably isn't any magic that can bypass all obstacles in this world, right? Besides, what use is such magic?

“Then I’ll stay here and look for magic first, Celie.”

"Give me a master, you traitor... whatever."

After this conversation, Fingel stayed... Of course, his first step was to go find Aura and tell her he was still alive, only to find that she had already run away.

"Damn it...?"

Richard was incredibly annoyed. Damn it, this guy ran way too fast! How come everyone's gone?

He felt like he had become a streamer named "Little Ming Sword Demon" from his past life, all his wealth stolen, leaving him only with his five sons, Hajimi, and a car to rely on.

No, I don't own a single car right now.

'Didn't the system say the favorability rating was already 300+?'

'These demons are such ingrates...'

Looking at the snow-covered ground where the tire tracks were buried, Richard felt a faint sadness. The strong wind stung his face, just like the chill in his heart.

"Creak----!"

Two crows circling in the sky caught Fingal's attention. Upon closer inspection, he realized—weren't these Aura's magical beasts?

Still somewhat conscientious.

He understood instantly, and then waited for the two bird magic to guide him to Aura's current residence—in short, he traveled for a day and a night in the dead of winter, almost freezing Fingal to death.

The heavy oak house stood in the center of the snow-covered village, the gray smoke billowing from its chimney torn into wisps by the north wind. Moss filled the cracks in the rough stone walls.

Fingel, his face blue from the cold, gritted his teeth and pushed open the door. A wave of heat mixed with the aroma of stew rushed out—the iron pot was bubbling on the fireplace fire, and the firelight cast swaying shadows of the sickle and antlers hanging on the wall. Aura was curled up lazily in a bearskin-covered armchair, waiting for the village chief's wife to stew for him.

As for the indigenous village chief? Nobody knows where he is.

"You're still alive? That elf didn't kill you?" Aura opened her eyes and looked at Fingel with some surprise. "It's a miracle."

"Lord Aura... So you think I'm doomed?" Fingel wiped his nose and glared fiercely at the damned demon. "Don't you have even the slightest thought of helping me out?"

Aura has doubts about the logic of your words.

[Generate the entry for hibernation]

[Implantation successful...Aura is more likely to develop human sleep habits]

"Huh? Why should I save it? That elf is terrifyingly powerful; I can't possibly beat it."

Aura spoke without a trace of remorse, rolling her eyes as she did so.

"It's obvious at a glance, that elf's total magic power is on a completely different level, okay? I don't want to go and die... Hey old woman, is the stewed pig's trotters you mentioned ready?"

The old woman who was cooking laughed heartily when she heard this, and didn't mind being called old.

"My lord... you can't be impatient, you know? Stews like this need to be simmered over low heat..."

"I don't care, just hurry up, old woman."

"Okay, okay, hahaha, I'm so glad you like the food made by an old lady like me..."

The two were completely on different wavelengths, yet there was a strange sense of harmony in their conversation—which made Fingel's face turn black.

Hey, hey, hey? I'm talking to you!

"Is this a question of whether I can win or not? I mean, don't you even have the slightest thought of saving me?" Fingel really wanted to pin this bastard to the ground and violently assault his incessant chatter.

Is this the mouth that says the most unpleasant things?

He plopped down on the stool, looking at Awula with a forced smile, his fists clenched tightly. "How about a friendly face-breaking punch?"

No, no, considering the relationship between the two of them, I should give him a loving blow to the stomach.

I'll smash you for buying it.

“No, why would I save him? There’s no way we could win anyway. He’s terrifyingly strong.” Aura shook his head, as if to say, ‘You’re being unreasonable.’ “I’m not going to fight that kind of guy. Go yourself if you want.”

[I never imagined I could defeat that monster!]

"What if I die? Don't you feel a little sad?"

He decisively opened the mind-reading entry. Although he already knew the answer, after hearing it, he still felt damn well that our friendship was truly as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

Sadness? What is this guy talking about...? What is that? I don't understand at all.

[However, if Fingel is gone, it will indeed be a bit of a problem... After that, it will be difficult to find someone to deal with him, and there won't be such a useful, and rather good-looking, servant anymore.]

Aura quickly came to a conclusion—there were some problems without Fingel, but that didn't happen, did it?

Aura lost the motivation to think when she thought about this; why should she think about something that hadn't happened?

"Seriously, you're still alive, aren't you?"

?

You son of a bitch.

Fingel slammed his hand on the table, his eyes blazing with fury; he was absolutely enraged.

This is outrageous! Damn it, you think you're right? (It was purchased.)

Overturn the Heavenly Gang!

How did I, a dignified transmigrator, become your sex slave? Damn it, is there no law? Is there no justice? Croyalo!

I can't take it anymore, let's fight!

"Damn it, Awula, I'm going to take your pants off and beat you up today!"

The will-o'-the-wisp burst forth from its belly.

At first, it was alright. Fingel thought he could figure out what those demon bastards were up to. But as he walked in the cold wind, he became increasingly frustrated, and now he was burning with rage.

[Aura has mild doubts about you]

[Flattery attempt to generate positive feelings... Installation failed!]

【Favourability: 315】

"Why are you so angry? Are all humans this unreasonable?"

Aura frowned slightly, a look of confusion flickering in her dark eyes. She unconsciously clutched her sleeve, a strange emotion welling up inside her.

[This guy... what's wrong with him? Why is he throwing a tantrum?]

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Without backing down, Aura lifted her leg high and placed it on the table, sweeping her gaze at Fingel with her usual disdain.

"If you can do it, then come on over!"

Grass.

Fingel immediately entered combat mode.

"Damn it, I'm going to fuck you first and then..."

Bang bang bang!

The sound of a wooden stick hitting a metal pot rang out, startling Fingel out of his anger. He looked over with some confusion and saw the village chief's wife, an old woman of about sixty or seventy years old, banging on the pot while angrily scolding him.

"Sir, really, a grown man like you needs a woman to protect you?" The old woman banged on the pot, her tone full of dissatisfaction. "Honestly, what's wrong with young people these days? Do they need someone to tell them such basic things?"

...

No, who are you, old woman?

Fingel was really starting to lose his composure. Wait, where did you get this moral guardian from? ...But then he suddenly realized that this wasn't the 21st century, and the other person wasn't some stinky little fairy; strictly speaking, she was a working woman.

dry.

In addition, the other party was quite old, so it was really difficult for me to say anything.