Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon’s Might
Chapter 313 - 308 You’re Not Qualified Enough

Chapter 313: Chapter 308 You’re Not Qualified Enough

The baby dragon inherited a significant body filled with practical knowledge from its parents, deeply buried in its memory, unnoticed and unused, until the moment it is needed.

Perhaps its innate pride is the main culprit. Dragons might not even care about the gods who created them, and under normal circumstances, no dragon would willingly become someone’s student.

Upon hearing that Leon, as a dragon, actually had a teacher living in Bern, Isily was genuinely surprised and asked, "You came to Bern to find your teacher?"

"Yes." Leon thought highly of Edwin, for a simple reason: Although Edwin didn’t teach him for long, Edwin helped him during his most challenging times. "It’s been decades since I last saw him—I wonder if he still remembers me?"

"Who is it? Tell me; maybe I know them," Isily said. "I know several Silver Dragons living in Bern—some are merchants, some are professors in academies, and others are royal advisers."

"You definitely don’t know my teacher, because he’s not a Silver Dragon, not even a dragon—just a human." Leon laughed.

"A human?" Isily widened her eyes at Leon’s words, finding it hard to imagine that such a powerful dragon... slaying the Storm Predecessor and driving away the Kraken—if those tales weren’t false—would have a human teacher. But her sixth sense remained genuine. "If it’s a human, he must be a Legendary Warrior, Mage, or perhaps a knowledgeable scholar."

"Or an artist?" Isily added.

"You know, for some reason," Isily continued, "Imperial people commonly think Belen people are all drunken barbarians, yet Belen people are incredibly gifted in literature, art, painting, dance, and music."

"Just an ordinary mage," Leon replied, thinking to himself: Warriors can train a powerful body through years of effort, Priests can gain favor from the gods through devoted faith and unceasing dedication, but mages rely heavily on innate talent.

Leon suddenly laughed, realizing he might have misunderstood something. The fact that Edwin couldn’t defeat Anglistra didn’t mean Edwin was weak—defeating an adult Red Dragon with a nickname is no simple feat. He said: "I can’t call him an ordinary mage; he’s still quite strong. Let’s just say he’s a bit short of being a Legendary Mage."

"I can’t understand," Isily shrugged.

"You don’t need to understand," Leon replied. "I’m off to find my teacher now—you go find a place to stay by yourself."

"You promised me," Isily reminded, "As long as I carried you to Snow Flow Canyon and then brought you to Bern, you’d introduce me to the Metal Knight."

"What I said was that I’d consider it," Leon laughed.

Isily stomped her foot and said, "I don’t know anyone in Iron Port, but I have elders in Bern. If I call for them, they will definitely step forward to support me."

"You’re welcome to summon all of them," Leon said with confidence, capable of defeating a dozen or so ordinary Silver Dragons.

"Alright then, I’m not a dishonorable person." Leon tossed a Communication Stone to Isily with a faint smile and said, "I’ll notify you when I leave."

"Okay, okay, okay." A single Communication Stone was worth quite a lot, and now Isily truly trusted that Leon would contact her before leaving. The issue now was figuring out how she’d spend her time—surely Bern had an adventurer’s guild. Or perhaps she could continue playing the role of an adventurer, upholding justice?

Whether or not Isily acted like a country bumpkin turning the Communication Stone over non-stop, Leon shifted into a crow commonly seen anywhere and flew off. It wasn’t hard to locate Edwin’s Mage Tower on the outskirts of town. He had heard that Edwin was currently working for a noble of great status.

Leon flapped his wings, flew through a window into the Mage Tower, landed, and transformed into a black cat, then leisurely wandered through the interior of the Mage Tower.

Edwin’s Mage Tower was quite large, though unfortunately, most of its rooms were sealed shut.

Leon climbed up two floors and eventually found a greenhouse with its door open. Wandering inside, he saw a variety of flowers and plants growing chaotically, many of them quite valuable—not useful for refining the Heavenly Immortal Pill, but sufficient for refining the Human Elixir.

Leon certainly wouldn’t touch these things—he wasn’t a thief, even though he had done a fair share of sneaky things in the past.

After circling around the greenhouse, he found little worth examining in the living quarters and wasn’t sure how he ended up in the study.

"You’re here," said an elderly mage in the study, holding a book and not even glancing at Leon in his black cat form.

Tassera’s Mage Tower, as any Mage Tower generally would be, was equipped with magic to ward off birds and beasts. In such circumstances, if a bird or beast still managed to barge in, it was bound to be something unusual.

Leon wasn’t surprised that Edwin knew he was intruding. He rolled on the ground and transformed into a young man with black hair, enthusiastically saying, "My teacher, long time no see."

"My teacher?" Edwin stared at Leon with a slight frown. "I don’t recall having a student like you."

"Do you remember anything from fifty years ago?" Leon asked.

Edwin set down his book and muttered to himself, "What was I doing fifty years ago?"

Edwin turned to him and said, "Are you sure you’re not mistaken? Fifty years ago, I was employed by a Red Dragon—I wasn’t taking students at that time."

"No mistake," Leon said. "Leon. Do you remember that name?"

"You’re that baby dragon?" Edwin proved to be sharp, not muddled at all despite his age.

Leon spread his arms for Edwin to take a clear look and said, "Doesn’t look like it?"

Edwin adjusted his glasses and said, "You’ve grown up."

"And you’ve grown old." Leon gazed at Edwin—the medium-built middle-aged man he once knew was now a white-bearded elder. He couldn’t help but sigh. Fifty years may mean little to him, but it was far too long for a human.

"I am but a shadow of my former self, while you are in the prime of your life," Edwin said, his words full of spirit despite his age. "Why have you come to me?"

"I thought I had something, but now there’s nothing," Leon replied. "You should enjoy your twilight years in peace."

"The Belen Kingdom is no territory for roaming Red Dragons," Edwin said. "You’ve traveled so far—do you really plan to leave without saying anything?"

Leon pressed his lips together and asked, "Are you still conducting research?"

"What kind of research?" Edwin vaguely sensed something.

"Fire," Leon said, "and explosions."

"Such research is quite dangerous," Edwin deflected the question rather than responding directly.

"I came all this way to find you for a reason... Back then, my mother didn’t support you, and I was too young to do anything," Leon nodded toward Edwin. "But now I’ve grown up—I can support your research."

"Are you sure?" Edwin nodded slightly. "I don’t mean to belittle you, but right now, you’re just a young dragon, still unqualified to recruit me."