Bernard struggled through thick and thin to climb up to the dragon’s nest. He hadn’t even stabilized himself when he was lured by a phantom and charged into the depths of the cave, confronting the dragon’s might head-on. Fortunately, the outcome was favorable. After unleashing his full strength, he finally broke through to the realm of a level eight warrior, only to be flipped over by the wing of a silver dragon...


    After adapting to the power gained from his advancement, he meandered his way to meet up with Garrett, and together, they went to thank the silver dragon. Then, out of politeness, they sat across the long table from the boss, listening to Ophelia give a lecture:


    "Displaying electricity? It’s quite simple," Ophelia picked up a silver pot engraved with patterns and poured red tea into their cups, one by one, from left to right. The warm tea steamed up, creating a thin mist. With a light hook of her fingertips, the silver dragon condensed the mist into a thin sheet:


    "First, we condense a sheet of mist. You know this magic, right?"


    Garrett nodded quickly, his face full of envy. A level one spell in the School of Illusion, the Mist Concealment, could summon a circle of dense fog surrounding the caster. Of course, he knew this magic, though he wasn’t as fast in summoning the fog, nor was it as evenly distributed. Well, mainly because there was no need, so he was too lazy to practice...


    But no matter how much he practiced, he couldn’t do it like the silver dragon, who could snap her fingers and condense a small cloud of mist with such even thickness and concentration. Then again, manipulating mist seemed to be an instinct for the silver dragon?


    He sneakily glanced at Seraina. However, Seraina had no concept of "sneakily" and directly made a face at him:


    "I can do it too! Hmm, just not like Auntie..."


    "Seraina is still young," Ophelia said warmly to her niece, then turned to Garrett:


    "This magic was invented to amuse children. She’s too young to need it. Look—"


    As she said, with a slight movement of her fingertips, the mist jumped with dazzling lights. Garrett’s breath hitched, and he rushed to the front of the cloud screen, almost sticking his nose to it:


    "Light scattering—no, wait, this isn’t light, this is—"


    He stopped mid-sentence, hurriedly pulled out a piece of silk and a glass rod, and started rubbing vigorously. After a while, he used the glass rod to attract some paper scraps and cautiously approached the cloud screen. Three millimeters, two millimeters, one millimeter...


    Under the watchful eyes of all, suddenly, the paper scraps moved without wind at the tip of the glass rod!


    "It’s not light, it’s electricity!" Garrett suddenly looked up, staring intently at the gently smiling Ophelia, his face full of shock:


    "It’s electricity—or maybe, also magnetic?!"


    Light and shadows appearing in the mist related to electricity... Ionization? High-energy particles?! Sister, conjuring a cloud chamber is one thing, but conjuring high-energy particles?


    Even for a silver dragon, you’re too powerful!


    "However, learning existing magic doesn’t require a price, but improving magic does. So, as tuition, you’ll stay here until the snow seals the mountains. During this time, anyone who comes to me for healing that you can handle, I’ll leave to you. How about that?"


    "That’s wonderful, ma’am!" Garrett’s eyes lit up, immediately agreeing:


    "Thank you for your generosity!"


    New patients! New races, new diseases! With backup if he couldn’t handle them, such an opportunity was hard to come by!


    Thus, Garrett began his study. This unnamed small magic, after Garrett asked for and was granted permission by the silver dragon lady, was named Ophelia’s Aurora Screen. The requirements for casting weren’t high, with the intensity of magical fluctuations at most level 1.


    But the learning process was another story. The silver dragon lady taught with all her might, her saliva nearly drying up, yet Garrett could only condense mist and couldn’t make the mist show any fluctuations. His stubborn inability almost drove Ophelia to frustration:


    "Did you really understand? If you understood, why can’t you cast such a simple spell?—Decar that guy, he said you were a genius, where’s the genius?"


    Garrett: "..." Where’s the simplicity? Do I look like Ultraman Tiga to you, able to conjure high-energy particle cannons at will?


    I can’t even make an electromagnetic cannon by flicking a coin!


    Finally, having no other choice, the silver dragon lady secluded herself for seven days and nights, shedding more than a few dragon scales, and successfully drew out the magic framework. Garrett memorized the framework diagram by heart and barely succeeded in casting the spell. By then, Ophelia’s look towards him had turned to one of resignation:


    Should I send him away?


    Should I send him down the mountain now?


    While she was pondering, the entrance to the dragon’s nest was filled with the loud flapping of wings, and a resounding voice shouted:


    "Lady! Lady of the Shining Scales!—Help!"


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