Chapter 483 Tool Dragon

"When did you find out about this?"

Ron stretched out his hand, and as Gillianis released control, the shadows of the runes slowly floated into his hand, like living things. And as Ron turned the runes in his hand, they began to emit a faint black mist.

This means that these runes are not simply illusory images, but there is a part of real substance in them. These seemingly illusory runes are actually inextricably linked to Aiksuri himself.

"I noticed it when you used his blood before, but it was really confirmed after this test," the moon elf said softly, "I was just suspicious at first. After all, the blood of a young dragon can perfectly suppress the magic plague. Although it is a bit unreasonable, it is not completely impossible."

"But now I have completely confirmed: the reason why his blood was able to suppress the magic part of the plague before was entirely due to these runes - there is a certain connection between them, a very close connection."

Even if Ron knows nothing about magic, he should have noticed it now.

"That black dragon lich!" His face suddenly changed, "Damn it! I shouldn't have had such a fluke mentality!"

The green dragon under the old banyan tree was killed directly by the lich, and the copper dragon in the Kobold Canyon also had a close connection with the other party. And a young dragon that also lives in the delusion land, a black dragon living in the delusion land, how could it be an "outsider dragon"!

Ron thought that the education of the golden dragon might make Exuri and the black dragon lich no longer have any connection, but now it seems that this is probably just wishful thinking!

"Where is he now?"

"In the tower, You is with him," Gillianis saw Ron's shock, "Don't worry too much. Although I can't suppress the effectiveness of the rune by forcing it to change its faith like the golden dragon, I have my own way."

"As long as I'm alive, Axuri won't be affected by the black dragon lich. You have to believe me."

"Suppress the rune by changing faith?" Ron left the ground with both feet and flew towards the tower at the fastest speed. Gillianis followed closely behind. The two quickly attracted the attention of the townspeople below.

"That golden dragon, or the one behind him, should have discovered the problem with Exuri a long time ago, so he spent nearly ten years trying to educate him without regard for cost," Gillianis explained. "He even made his fellow dragons, who basically had no real faith, start to worship Bahamut. After careful searching, I found a very small amount of divine magic residue in his body. The platinum dragon or the priest under his command must have influenced Exuri in this way."

"Of course, it's for the better."

"Now that the power of those runes has reappeared, does it mean that the influence of the golden dragon has declined?" Ron landed on the balcony at the top of the tower. An elf ghost twisted his hands in front of him, looking worriedly at the black dragon master who was lazily lying on a thick carpet.

Exuri's tail swayed and swung rhythmically with the swaying of the flames in the stove next to him. There was not much fear in his eyes, just a little... indifference?

"Exuri!" Ron hurried into the room on the top of the tower. As he pushed open the door to the balcony, snowflakes were swept into the room along with the cold wind and melted away in the warmth of the fire. "How do you feel now? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

"Uncomfortable? A little - as long as you close the door." The young black dragon yawned lazily. He glanced at Ron, and with his belly pressed against the carpet, he took two steps towards the human. As Ron's hand fell, Exuri raised his neck slightly, and arched his angular head in Ron's palm.

"Don't worry too much, Ron. Teacher Gillianis said she would help me solve this problem. She has told me all these things - I didn't get such a low score because I played too much and didn't review my lessons."

"He should at least have the right to know," Gillianis shrugged, "but I didn't expect him to accept it so easily, and even blamed his poor grades on it."

"I'm telling you, Exuri, the runes in your body haven't affected you to that extent! You still need to work harder!"

"Okay, teacher," Exuri swung his tail left and right. Perhaps because the movement was too large, the tip of his tail touched the fire, and his whole body twitched. "I will continue to work hard. '

"Master, you..." You's translucent figure swayed, and she looked at Ron for help, "My lord, the master--"

"Hey, I'm fine, You, I've said it many times," Aixure rolled her eyelids, "Do you think I look like I'm in trouble? The teacher has already helped me deal with it."

"You don't look fine," Ron pulled a chair and sat next to the reptile black cat, "Let me guess, are you resentful?"

"No resentment, how dare I have it," Ron's voice rose five degrees before he finished speaking, "I'm just a tool, a tool born to be used-maybe even it was a mistake for me to come out of the egg!"

"I'm sure that the black dragon lich you saw was part of its plan!" Axuri impatiently scratched the carpet under him with his front claws. As the dragon claws scratched the pattern on the carpet, Gillianis' eyebrows began to frown, but she did not say anything to stop him.

"As for my golden dragon teacher, he must have considered me as part of his plan!" The young black dragon was silent for a while, and his breathing gradually became heavier. "That must be the case. Otherwise, why would he keep me here and come to teach me regularly?"

"It could just take me anywhere!"

"And he also asked me to believe in Bahamut - although he is the priest of the great dragon god, is this really necessary? I just thought about it for a long time, and the answer is no!"

"I guess those metal dragons may also want to use me as a tool and use me at the last minute!"

Aiksuri became more and more excited as he spoke. He stood up and looked at Ron with a burning gaze. There seemed to be flames dancing in his eyes, and this flame definitely did not represent joy or excitement.

Ron was silent. Although Aiksuri was only nine years old, as a giant dragon, his mind was no longer that of a simple child. He had his own judgment on the twists and turns here.

"Then... Aikzuri, tell me, do you think I treat you as some kind of tool?" (End of this chapter)