The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1370 Send Them Home
Chapter 1370 Send Them Home
Librarian Barry smiled at the Black Dragon’s words. “That’s what I’ve been saying. Emissary Karl should extend his generosity to the rest of the Palace and start training young dragons in essential skills using these most wonderful skills of his.”
The echo of a divine voice rang through Dakkarian’s mind, and the Avatar smiled.
“I think I understand more clearly now. You really must not be allowed to have a baby dragon. After a month together, it would be riding on your shoulder like a cat, just so it didn’t miss anything.” He joked.
Cara smirked, then climbed up Karl’s back to sit on his shoulder, using the large feathered wings of his Tengu form for balance.
“Like that, but with scales.” Dakkarian agreed.
“That combo is a bit terrifying, even without considering that the Tengu form is just a disguise. Chaos and Pranks together at Mythic Rank are just overkill.” Librarian Barry agreed.
“Avatar Karl, is there a chance that this can be enchanted as a permanent feature of the Castle when you leave? The other children would love a chance to train on such exceptional grounds.” Dakkarian asked.
Karl shrugged. “I don’t see the harm in it. Making an Illusionary Domain enchantment isn’t all that difficult, and I could place the spell on room with all the essential functions.
This one is actually cast on the whole suite, and the rooftop outside, so that there more room for the children to fly. But you can only access it from the door to my suite.”
“You can really do it?” Barry asked.
“Of course. I won’t even need an Illusion Stone for something this simple. I can just carve the runes into the stone of a room and recreate the effect.”
Karl paused as he remembered that they were not aware of his trade skill. He had forgotten for a moment that he was in the past, and not at home.
The Blue Dragon was almost nose to nose with him again, drawn in by the possibility of Karl escaping without explaining his secret knowledge.
Then Cara licked his face.
“Ah, right. Sorry. Personal space. What skill do you have that allows you to do that?” He asked.
“Runecrafting.”
Both dragons, and nearly all the staff in the room froze, then turned to stare at him.
“You’re a Rune Lord?” Barry whispered reverently.
[I should have told them that it was me. I wouldn’t mind having dragons worship me.] Cara sighed.
[You’d still make me do the work for you.] Karl reminded her.
[Not if they were going to look at me that way. The last time I saw that look, Lotus was giving it to a slice of cake.]
Karl’s smile confused the older dragons. Was he messing with them? Or was he laughing at their reaction?
“Just pick a room and I will make a copy of this training space in it for the kids.” Karl informed them.
He could make it on a statue if he wanted, but that wouldn’t be nearly as impressive to most people as altering an actual room in the Castle. An artifact could be restricted or hidden away. But a physical room would become a part of castle lore.
“He agreed too easily.” Dakkarian noted.
“Which means that this room isn’t the extent of his skills, but something that he threw together on short notice for the kids to come play in.” Barry agreed. Cara smirked, and one of the foxkin maids came over to give the crestfallen blue dragon a commiserating pat on the shoulder.
“It’s not the end of the world, friend. You’ll get to see many more wonderful uses of this skill in the future.” She consoled him.
Barry smiled. “Like Gargoyles that display empathy? That’s a new one. They’re usually nearly inanimate unless someone threatens their space.”
The maid winked at him. “Ask the Karl about what he does for real combat trials. We’re just guardians of the garden who will play with the kids.”
Dakkarian frowned. “There is something wrong with your Gargoyle spell. I swear that they’re not supposed to encourage people to dig into your secrets. But I’ve never seen them speak before, either. So perhaps they’re always like this?”
Karl shook his head. “No, I modified the spell to activate it within the Illusionary Domain, then used [Reality Warp] to make them more lifelike. And you know how Foxes are.”
The Librarian sighed dejectedly as he realized that was another spell that he was unlikely to ever be able to learn. Having Karl around seemed determined to frustrate him. Every question he asked only left him with two more questions that needed answers.
“What does [Reality Warp] do?” He asked, knowing that the answer was only going to annoy him more than it satisfied his curiosity.
“It’s not as extreme as the name sounds. It makes illusions solid at the rank that they were cast. So, if I use a Mythic Illusion to make an army of Winged Void Badgers, I can turn them into solid Void Badgers with the spell.
They’re still illusions, so they will only have skills if they’re within an Illusionary Domain that I control. But they will otherwise be solid creatures.” Karl elaborated.
Both dragons were silent as they considered the implications of that. It was true that an illusion was greatly limited. Given autonomy, it took exceptional affinity or multiple enchantments on an item for the illusion to simulate a skill effect.
But inside the Illusionary Domain, the skill would become real because the illusion demanded it.
The bar was much lower. It just relied on the Illusionary Domain remaining intact.
While they were preparing questions, Cara flew off Karl’s shoulder and darted through the obstacle course, passing multiple dragons on the way, and turning one particularly hapless dragon around, causing him to fly back through the same hoops he had just completed.
Then he stopped, confused when he realized he was back where he started.
“I should have put lights on them, so they knew what ones they had done. But that doesn’t work with multiple racers.” Karl sighed.
“Just one more reason for everyone to watch. Every race needs a good referee.”
Dakkarian agreed. “But how do we make them stop racing? You know we’re all going to get yelled at when thirty parents have to come personally collect their kids who are pretending they can’t hear the staff.”
