"Greedy is good; I’m just afraid they won’t be greedy." Udi grinned, a vicious smile spreading across his face.
"I’ll leave this matter to you. I will ask Shiji and Mondo to assist you. I hope to acquire magic as soon as possible. As for the type... individual enhancent spells from support magic would be best."
Water magic is also a major category.
It is divided into attack magic, defense magic, support magic, and special magic, four main categories.
Among them, attack magic can be further subdivided into area attack magic and single-target attack magic. Support can be divided into individual enhancent spells, group enhancent spells, healing spells, and so on.
And this is just one path within the mage profession.
It must be said that, in terms of prosperity and depth, the mage profession is more prominent than other professions.
Kadan bowed and accepted the task.
Udi waved him off, indicating he could take action now.
A few hours after Kadan left, Udi, having enjoyed a gentle breeze and sunny weather, slowly got up.
The dragon wings spread out, fluttering lightly as he glided back to the water pool’s waterfall, then plunged directly into the dragon nest below.
Udi began to focus on studying the newly-learned one-ring spell: Weakness Technique.
When he got tired of researching, he guided magic power to cleanse the dragon body.
After that, he practiced spiritual power.
Day by day passed, and Udi felt both exhausted and satisfied.
Another month passed, and Udi’s Banquet accumulated to the nineteenth layer. The dragon body length officially exceeded eight ters, and the physical strength was further enhanced.
The blue, heart-like magic organ inside him, as well as the quality of his spiritual power, slowly yet steadily improved during cultivation.
After so ti, there was finally good news from Kadan.
In the dragon nest, Udi withdrew his mind from the magic research. With a thought, his perspective instantly shifted to Kadan’s first-person view.
At the sa ti, under a secluded rock face about tens of kiloters from Black Blood Valley.
Kadan, Mondo, and seven fully ard Big Goblin Warriors stood under the rock face as if waiting for sothing.
Behind them, dozens of goblin laborers each carried a wicker basket on their shoulders.
In the wicker baskets, there were so piled with demon fur, so with herbs, and others with demon teeth.
Among them, a basket filled with colorful glass bottles of demon blood was quite eye-catching.
Ti slowly passed, and the silhouette they were waiting for still hadn’t appeared in the distance.
"So slow, Mondo is very unhappy!"
In the past two months, Mondo had developed a significant amount of the Power of the Dragon Vein within him. His height had increased from four ters to four point two ters, and patches of black scales were faintly covering his arms and thighs, greatly enhancing his aura.
Specifically, his biological level had increased from Tier Four Initial to Tier Four High.
Kadan glanced at this big oaf, feeling sowhat uneasy.
In such close proximity, if this big guy suddenly swung at him... ugh, it felt like he would die before he could even react.
Even though it had been two months since that tribal battle, Kadan still had so psychological shadow regarding this idiot Mondo.
"Hmm? The person arrived." Kadan’s amber eyes locked onto the forest ahead.
The rustling sound of footsteps gradually approached.
Soon, a team slowly erged from the forest, the individuals constantly on alert, closely observing their surroundings.
The team consisted of nine people; the two leading wore exquisite purple mage robes, each holding a magic staff. Their bodies emanated a unique aura, a trait indicative of strong spiritual power.
Behind them, seven people wore gray full-body armor, carrying a matte greatsword on their backs. Both the armor and swords had subtle magic fluctuations, clearly not ordinary equipnt.
Upon seeing Kadan and the others, the human team imdiately halted their steps, the atmosphere becoming heavy and tense.
Mondo felt the tension and couldn’t help scratching his backside.
This action drew the attention of nine pairs of eyes from the human team. Nervously, they simultaneously unsheathed the matte greatswords on their backs. The movent was uniform, but upon seeing that the giant demon was rely scratching his backside, they helplessly sheathed their weapons again, though with twitching faces.
A few warriors spat in frustration, cursing quietly.
"Don’t you realize this could lead to misunderstandings? Damn it!"
Though they knew it was a trade, facing a group of wild demons required vigilance.
After all, no one could say for sure whether these demons would suddenly choose to double-cross them.
"Wit, you’re really too distrustful of ." Kadan squinted his eyes.
Upon seeing them suddenly draw their greatswords, he imdiately went on alert, thinking they might choose to double-cross and eliminate them.
Fortunately, it was just a small misunderstanding.
The human called Wit was one of the two leading casters, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose. He laughed hearing Kadan’s words, nonchalantly saying,
"Kadan, my old friend, we’ve collaborated for three years. How could there be no trust? But the Dark Forest is just too dangerous. Our warriors have trekked hundreds of kiloters to reach here, and they’re very tense. I hope you, my old friend, can understand."
"Haha, Wit, I’m just speaking casually." Kadan smiled broadly, then waved his hand, signaling the goblin laborers carrying various materials to step forward,
"Wit, have your people check them."
Wit didn’t mind, patting the shoulder of the younger caster beside him.
This caster in his twenties nodded slightly, then led five warriors forward to inspect the materials in the baskets, silently calculating their value.
"Kulos Rabbit Fur, Level 3 Ordinary Demon, valued at approximately three gold coins... Velociraptor Leather, Level 1 Beast, valued at..."
The young caster’s eyes glead as he quickly perford ntal calculations.
As a caster with strong spiritual power, these simple calculations were a breeze, easily handled.
anwhile, Wit and Kadan engaged in conversation.
"Kadan, you’ve changed..." Wit squinted his eyes, scrutinizing Kadan’s current appearance.
Upon eting earlier, if he hadn’t sensed Kadan’s familiar aura, Wit might not have recognized him.
Kadan now stood at one ter sixty-five, not much different from an average human, with lean and solid muscles, and black scales erging on his arms and forehead.
As a Level 6 Mage, having studied systematically at the Mage Academy in the Yalbit Kingdom, Wit had a relatively broad knowledge.
Such obvious changes in Kadan and the slight unique pressure emanating from him clearly indicated he had beco a Dragon Vein Creature!
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