A dragon who doesn't want to be a killer is not a good businessman

It took a while to convince the two pirates to return to the cabin above to help, but it wasn't difficult.

Under Lucifer's guidance, Austin did not take many detours.

Before leaving, he gave Lucifer a strange look, probably because he still didn't believe the so-called envoy's statement and was doubtful.

But at least I won't pursue it anymore.

Melissa is good at talking, and she also summarized the work process.

"No matter what, if we find the magic crystal warehouse up there, we will put the two little ones on the boat first, and then send you a signal..."

Lucifer spoke strictly and corrected him immediately, "No signal is needed. There will be a buffer time between the collapse of space and the elimination of energy, which is enough for us to react on our own."

"Okay, okay!" Captain Blue Eagle touched his chin. He still hadn't forgotten the fact that he lacked a mage on the ship. He even dared to poach "the envoy who met the queen".

"What about that, Mr. Warren? If you are unemployed in the future, remember to consider the pirate group. We usually operate in the East China Sea, and we are especially in need of magicians like you who can heal magic."

The pirate captain also glanced at Morgan.

Although he took very few shots, he briefly showed a good reserve of magical knowledge and the ability to construct weapons with metallic magic instantly.

Probably because poaching other knights in the Cole Kingdom was not in line with the etiquette of visiting a foreign land, Melissa thought for a moment and finally turned her eyes away with regret.

The small actions were caught by Mogan. He didn't feel that he was being treated differently. He just wanted to know how this bold pirate would react if he knew that the person he just tried to poach was the king of Lestus.

"Then it's settled!" Captain Blue Eagle finalized the situation, "When the time comes, you can settle the matter, go directly to the deck, and then get on our boat."

The pirate group came in a small boat, and none of them had any intention of hiding this.

Previously, Austin was in a bad mood because he couldn't burn the spores. He cursed and cursed while experimenting, attacking various races from the bottom of the sea to the land indiscriminately. He also complained that the boat was not as fast as swimming and that the human tools were useless.

Mo Gan was surprised, "How embarrassing is this?"

Originally, in order to explain their departure and arrival, Morgan also deliberately made up for Lucifer the identity of a water mage who turned to learn light healing magic.

After all, the existing magic ability will not disappear when you change careers. Even if you "change the content of your specialization," the past accumulation is enough for a mage who is good at intermediate water magic to leave calmly within the offshore area.

As for Will, he had already told Will to list the details one by one and asked him not to say anything.

"No need to say thank you. Again, if you meet Her Majesty the Queen of the Kingdom of Cole, remember to say good things to her on behalf of the Blue Eagle Pirates - it is the privilege of being a pirate to be on good terms with the Kingdom."

Melissa smiled again for some reason, and this time it was unclear whether she was speaking in a humorous tone.

"The main reason is that after the space collapses, it may affect the structure of the cargo ship or even sink the ship." Mo Gan reminded tactfully, "Small boats are more likely to be sucked in when they encounter the vortex of a sunken ship."

Melissa was open-minded and said, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

It stands to reason that it would be difficult for a ship without a weather magician to take such risks. But Morgan noticed that when this topic was discussed, the pirate captain seemed to glance in Austin's direction with some hidden meaning.

Even if he is a fire mage.

The pirates left and the number of people was reduced by half. The entire green land that was still full of vitality seemed much emptyer. Mogan also had time to practice the dragon flame that gave him a headache.

Or rather, trying to practice.

"I actually think it's strange that you thought you couldn't use Dragon Flame before - although you finally completed it a little bit, it's obviously not a fully controllable and mature state."

His Majesty the King is good at delving into knowledge, so he was naturally puzzled by Mogan's inconsistency, so he asked questions.

"Or did you have reservations before? Didn't you use all your strength?"

His Majesty the King frowned.

He may not get angry over trivial matters, but if someone fails to cooperate and leads to an ignorant failure, then he will also be unhappy - a feeling that as a researcher, the subject of the experiment deceived himself, leading to wrong conclusions.

"...The psychic magic just now gave me some inspiration." Morgan sighed, "Your Excellency Lestus. With the previous results as evidence, I have to admit that the method you established based only on theoretical knowledge does have a certain effect.

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This passage is a little more confrontational. Although it is affirmative, it is always filled with reluctance.

"Then, you say 'but'?"

Although Lucifer was satisfied with the partial affirmation, he was also keenly aware of the twist in the words.

But Morgan doesn't actually fully agree with Lucifer's theory now, but he can only use it as a basis.

But at this time, there was no time for him to argue with His Majesty the King as to whether the so-called theory that reason affects the formation of dragon flames was the real decisive factor.

So, Mo Gan changed the topic, "The previous results did not allow me to use the dragon flame's ability, but in this scenario, we can use a little 'spark'."

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Even the sparks generated by the blessing of potions and the influence of circumstances like before can detonate a large amount of magic materials in the instantly shrinking space one after another at the moment when space magic fails.

After all, dragon flames can engulf the embers of magic.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about your identity, or deliberately avoid confronting my views. I don't resent anyone who has contrary opinions to my conclusions, or should I say..."

Lucifer lowered his eyes and thought deeply, and stopped abruptly mid-sentence, but this time there was no lengthy note.

"That's all. Grande, you have to be prepared."

Taking the initiative to avoid the unsaid words he was about to say before, Lucifer had nothing to say to him.

After all, he is a pure-blooded human race, and he has only encountered unreasonable disasters when fighting dragon flames, and he has read old dragon Silvio's trash cans and academic waste.

Everything can only be relied on by Mogan himself.

Fortunately, after going through the baptism of memories that he didn't want to admit, he confirmed that he had found a "triggering point."

It takes a while for a pirate to search for energy, and this time is enough for him to experiment with this unproven conjecture.

Lucifer stepped back a few steps, leaving plenty of space for Mogan. Not to mention testing, even if he transformed into a dragon, he could fit in - but Mogan had no such plan at the moment.

"Actually, if there is anything wrong with my cooperation, I do need to apologize, because I'm afraid I chose the wrong emotion for the potion."

As he spoke, Mogan raised his palm and stared at it.

Because of his instinctive avoidance, he did not have the opportunity to think deeply about what moved him the most.

Of course it was not the excitement of random selection, nor was it even the greed that Morgan believed he had had earlier.

Lucifer did not answer. His Majesty the King also realized that Morgan was not communicating at this time.

He's trying to get into his memories.

A perfectly safe place, an opportunity for people to come and go, and an explosion more blazing than the flames suddenly swallowed up the lives of countless people, including a time-traveler who never allowed himself to understand the reason, but refused to die in peace.

Looking back on everything he experienced twenty-one years ago, Mogan found that only the word "fate" could describe that unexpected event.

But Morgan Grande never believed in fate.

Even if the slightest thought of "fate" arises in his mind, it means that his past life has been wasted, which is a completely unchangeable result.

It used to be so, now...

Perhaps so.

Because of this, after discovering that this is a magical world full of power, and accepting the true reality that almost 100% of his previous lives would be regarded as a scam, Mogan set himself a basic principle for living.

——Never try to challenge the power barriers that you absolutely cannot break through. The further away from them, the better.

This is also an important reason why he tried every means to ignore and reject His Majesty the King's coveted conditions countless times even though he knew it was profitable.

Even if it is unrealistic, Morgan Grande still hopes that she can always make wise choices.

Morgan focused all his attention on the palm of his hand.

According to the rules that could be summarized before, he worked hard for a long time towards the goal of releasing dragon flames when he transformed into a black dragon, and finally a spark occurred when he got the gold coins.

Then, he should be able to further reproduce this situation with more intense emotional impulses.

There is no exhaustion of mechanisms, no painstaking planning, only running towards an unguaranteed result - this is a proposition that Mogan has never delved into, and never thought he would delve into.

Only this time, he began to think hard about the weaknesses he had deliberately tried to avoid.

Even outlines of the past.

That is a person's process from birth to death.

Digging out the part of himself that he tried to abandon from the depths of his memory, Mogan stared at himself in his memory with a longing for the dragon's flames.

He watched himself move forward, enter the door, and let himself walk towards the abyss and towards death.

At the same time, Mo Gan remained unchanged and closed his eyes.

It just seems that I have no sense.

Not long after, Morgan was about to think that his plan that he had made up out of thin air had failed, and with his senses single-minded and focused, he heard Lucifer murmuring not far away.

"If you can reach the point where you can control your own spirit now, maybe it's not that you can't learn..."

"What?"

Mo Gan was quite surprised by His Majesty the King's incomprehensible topic - this King was not someone who had no sense of priorities and wanted to bring up irrelevant topics when the task was not completed.

"I mean spiritual magic..." Lucifer was a little confused, "Didn't you notice it?"

Mo Gan then opened his eyes.

Even he himself didn't notice that while he was closing his eyes, a cluster of flames had already appeared on Mo Gan's palm, swaying for a long time.

The bright yellow flame is intense and relatively stable.

Unlike the release of magic, which requires spells and concentrated control, dragon flames are completely born from the accompanying talent. They are not called upon, but arise at the right moment.

Just like any part of the body, you can only experience changes when you recognize that it exists and are ready to control it.

Only then did Mo Gan realize that the exaggerated description his mother had told him was not just a long-standing chuunibyou disease in the dragon clan.

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