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Latis took out a dragon crystal from his soul space, sensed it for a moment, and fell into deep thought.
Dragon crystal is not a complete crystal. Although its surface has edges at various angles and it will show different colors when viewed from different directions, there is actually a stream of energy inside. It will slowly flow when the dragon crystal is shaken.
He recalled hearing in the simulated memories that dragon crystals actually contain a trace of the origin power of a demiplane in Dragon Valley, and are generally used to activate the dragon power within a newborn dragon.
He speculated that the dragons, which grew in the Dragon Valley, were essentially born from various substances in the demiplane. Therefore, they resonated with the so-called demiplane's source power, which allowed them to grow rapidly.
So for Latis, an outsider, there was naturally nothing to stimulate. Thus, the power within the dragon crystal was absorbed and remained in his bloodline, eventually accumulating into the power of a dragon.
However, his confusion actually stemmed from the fact that he found he could continue to consume dragon crystals, without experiencing the gradual saturation sensation he had in the simulated memories.
Fortunately, by comparing his memories, he quickly discovered the reason. It turned out that during the simulation, he first activated his bloodline in the hands of the "trainer" in the Titan Palace. The activated bloodline not only activated and integrated all the warrior's abilities, but also allowed him to digest each dragon crystal he consumed afterward, which was like a smooth entry and a gentle exit. This is why he could clearly feel the process of gradually "being full".
As for the present moment, he did not go to the Titan Palace first, but instead ate the Dragon Crystal. Therefore, the power in the Dragon Crystal gathered in his body and did not fully integrate into his bloodline, so he did not feel saturated.
Perhaps for this reason, he has not yet acquired the ability of "Heaven and Earth Formation - Dragon".
Having figured this out, Latis sat back down in his chair, muttering with a hint of sarcasm:
"The butterfly effect that occurs after simulation? This has given me a real problem..."
It is indeed a difficult problem. Being able to continue eating means that he can continue eating... no, it means that he can completely consume all the dragon crystals in his hand, and then go to the Titan Palace for training and activation of his bloodline.
But the question is, what consequences might there be?
For example, the sheer amount of dragon power within the body caused blood clots and gallstones to form...
Latis, who had been a corporate slave for ten years, couldn't help but shudder as a long-standing fear surged into his heart.
"It shouldn't be that bad..."
He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and put down the dragon crystal.
Although his intuition told him that it would be fine to eat it, he still had to prepare himself mentally, since kidney stones are really painful.
However, he had a premonition that if the dragon power within him exceeded a certain limit, some additional dragon-related power might emerge, and that power would be extremely strong.
Let's have lunch first...
Latis stepped out of the room, leaped over the railing, and landed in the courtyard in front of the mage tower. He closed his eyes and sensed his connection with Ateliers.
"It seems that Arte hasn't returned yet, so I'll reluctantly cook for everyone this time... Hehehe!"
Just as Latis couldn't help but grin wickedly, he suddenly noticed that Principal Fisherman and the robin were sitting at the dining table under the flower stand, staring blankly at him.
“Don’t worry about me…” Fisherman abruptly turned his head away, his face tense, and said, “You laugh first, you laugh first…”
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Latis was silent for a moment, then suddenly covered his forehead, took a deep breath, and exclaimed:
"Little bird, see the guest out!"
"Wait, wait, I need to talk to you!" Fisherman exclaimed in surprise, and quickly raised his hands in surrender.
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After a round of back-and-forth banter, Latis finally understood the purpose of Fisherman's visit to him and the little bird.
It turns out that this morning, while walking his mechanical bird, Mr. Fei finally remembered his assistant's earlier complaint that he was doing nothing all day. So, while walking the bird, he cleaned up all the junk text messages in his beacon. After replying to all the disposable ads from around the world, he finally found Latis's report in his beacon.
When Fisherman first saw Latis's report, he was actually reluctant. The moment he saw Latis's name, he felt uneasy and immediately knew that he had to get down to business.
Sure enough, after sighing and reading the report, Fisherman could only sadly give up walking his bird and spend the whole morning inspecting the equipment in the production workshop. He also shoveled away the two Black Hat members who had been blown to bits at the coordinates indicated by Latis and cleaned them up.
After personally handling these chores that couldn't be known by too many people, Fisherman, following Latis's advice, sifted through the vast amount of data to find the funders of each project. He then used his mechanical bird to communicate with various institutions in Lundia about the funders' networks, ultimately discovering a truly terrifying fact:
Nearly 90% of the programs at Bogu Academy receive funding from sources whose identities cannot be verified!
Since the beginning, Bogu College has been a very open college, focusing on research and production in science and engineering. It is necessary to maintain open contact with all sectors of society. Otherwise, the research and production will have no practical significance and it is hard to say that they are progressive.
Therefore, Fisherman initially did not intend to investigate the source of these funders' funds. After all, the money was taken from the people and should be used for the people, so there was no need to worry about where it was used. However, this gave the Black Hat organization an opportunity to take advantage of the situation and enjoy the advanced equipment developed by the students of Bogu Academy with almost no difficulty.
Fortunately, the most confidential production line of the Bogu Institute was completely free from interference from outside organizations. After all, although Fisherman was not exactly wealthy, he could still support the core research of the institute.
"So you plan to cut off all funding and aid from unknown sources next?"
Latis played with the little hand of the robin sitting in his lap, greeted Frico who was getting ready to cook, and then looked at Fisherman curiously and asked:
"Isn't this a bit too risky?"
"That's definitely not the way to do it."
Fisherman sighed, rubbing his temples, and said with a slight headache:
"That would definitely alert the people behind the funding sources. Cutting off their funding and stopping the distribution of products without any problems on the production line would involve the interests of many organizations. The Black Hat organization may be the biggest player at the very end of this chain, but those involved also need to get the products they need from it."
He looked at the curious robin and Latis, sighed, picked up his teacup, took a big gulp, cleared his throat, and said:
"They probably don't know who the real backer is, but it's just a job where they can use their own credit to guarantee a batch of funds and get the most popular products from Bogu Academy at no cost. There's no reason for them to refuse."
"Perhaps a count in the capital city has one of our 'Home-based Illusion Magic Projectors' in his home, while a lord in a remote town might be taking an 'All-Terrain Rocket Wheelchair' with him when he goes on trips..."
"Wait, what the hell is that?"
Latis couldn't help but read Fisherman's story with a look of shock.
"Uh... it's a wheelchair that can travel at 30 kilometers per hour while staying close to the ground..."
Fisherman looked at the sudden look of longing on Latis's face, completely bewildered, scratched his head, and continued:
"It's no big deal, is it? With your magic level, you could easily achieve this with a simple 'Great Leap Forward' spell, right?"
“Principal, you don’t understand.” Latis sighed and explained, “Riding in a wheelchair that can fly close to the ground is every man’s eternal romance. It’s just a pity that your speed is still a bit slow. If you could reach 300 miles per hour…”
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Fisherman paused for a moment, then rationally skipped the topic and said:
"In short, I will continue to maintain normal production on those less secretive projects. As for the academy's most core projects, that's why I came to see you..."
"What?" Latis frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
"Cough cough."
Fisherman awkwardly looked away, chuckled dryly, and said in a low voice:
"I just heard from Robin that your Mage Territory seems to have... reserved a 'teaching area' in the northeast, and even expanded it with Her Excellency Orianna's help, is that right? Haha, well, could you...?"
"No." Latis shook his head righteously, slammed his hand on the table, and loudly complained:
"That's the space my Art and my little bird will use for future teaching and research activities! You old man, don't even think about getting your hands on it!"
“Oh, how could I do such a thing? Is my image in your eyes really that low?” Fisherman retorted, his beard bristling and eyes wide.
Latis raised an eyebrow and silently stared at Fisherman for more than ten seconds.
"...Really not?" Fisherman finally couldn't hold back any longer, his face contorted with a sigh. "Look, that empty plot of land isn't even used yet. If we moved the production line here, you could collect rent and generate revenue. For products like 'Magic Network Nodes,' there's a lot of money to be made from the import and export of materials. Plus, with Lady Oriana's reputation as a guarantee, we can rest assured..."
“That sounds reasonable…” Latis looked thoughtful, then, seeing the hope in Fisherman’s eyes, grinned and said, “But I refuse.”
"No, why?" Fisherman asked, scratching his head in bewilderment.
“This is our private property, and we don’t really want unauthorized people coming and going,” Latis said, shaking his head. “Even if we could open a separate gate for the teaching area, there would still be too many unauthorized people coming and going with your students.”
Upon hearing this, Fisherman sighed deeply and said with a bitter face:
"Actually, they are all mature production lines that don't require many people to operate. You can easily get them running by recruiting a few apprentices under the Herod Mage's command... Sigh, let's talk about that when you're ready to recruit apprentices."
"Well... it shouldn't be that fast yet," Latis said uncertainly, stroking his chin and glancing at the huge red dragon that was slowly walking towards him from the mage's path, drawn by the aroma of food.
“Never mind…” Fisherman shook his head, gulped down another cup of tea, and said, “There’s one last question. I’m wondering how to contain them without alerting their funding sources. Latis, do you have any ideas…”
"Little Ra, Serfar wants to eat! Hehe, you smell so good, you can eat with me!"
The red dragon's roar interrupted Fisherman's question. Latis turned her head, looked at the red dragon's head so close to hers, her lips twitched slightly, and she quickly stood up and covered her mouth, whispering:
"Selfal, I'm talking to the headmaster, don't bother me!"
"Ugh!" Serfa shook the tap, sighed, and turned to walk towards the kitchen, muttering, "Serfa has asked so many times and still won't get any food, that wretched little Ra..."
"Serfal, you're muttering too loudly!" Latis couldn't help but chase after him and pounce on the red dragon, grabbing its head.
"Woo-ah... Awooo!"
"……etc."
Fisherman watched the red dragon and Latis's figures gradually disappear into the distance, then suddenly paused, rubbed his beard vigorously, and muttered:
“Right… How come I didn’t think of that? In the past, the Bogu Academy distributed the goods to the intercity caravans outside the city. This not only wasted the academy’s transportation capacity, but also made it difficult to control the subsequent distribution carried out by the caravans themselves… If we let them come to us directly, well, that’s a completely different story!”
He grew more and more excited as he thought about it, then slapped his thigh and sprang up from his chair, much to the robin's startled gaze, muttering to himself:
"In that case, each family's representatives would be allocated according to the designated share, and they could even mark each known sponsor with their family crest! They wouldn't need to collect the funds that passed through their hands, which would completely expose a group of unidentified sources of funding! Besides, these families would definitely be happy to appear in front of the academy students as sponsors... Damn, could that red dragon be a genius?!"
Fisherman looked at Serfal, who had returned to human form and was playing around with Latis, with a sense of shock and disbelief.
"It seems my preconceived notions about dragons were too deep-rooted. I never imagined there could be such intelligent individuals among them..."
He took a deep breath, about to say goodbye to Latis and leave, when he suddenly noticed that the elf named Artemis was leading a short woman into the path of the mage's territory.
"and many more……"
Fisherman rubbed his eyes, exchanged a glance with the short woman, and together they both uttered a strange remark in unison:
"Principal Walmart (Fisherman), what are you doing here?!"
Chapter 345 The Grand Rear Building is Completed
Latis sat at the head of the rectangular dining table, glanced at Art, Robin, and Silvershurst to his left, and fell into deep thought.
He pondered for a moment, then looked at Walmart, Fisherman, and Zellis on his right. After a moment of silence, he slowly frowned.
"The three of you...came to my house for a meeting?"
The three principals quickly shook their heads, appearing as if they weren't very familiar with each other, and immediately severed ties.
"So what brings you here?"
The three principals looked at each other, hesitated for a long time, and seemed reluctant to talk about their purpose in front of their colleagues.
"Principal Fisherman, haven't we finished talking? Why don't you head back first?"
Fisherman, whose name was called, was taken aback. He pointed to his nose, looked at Latis who was nodding with an affirmative expression, scratched his head for a moment, and asked awkwardly: