After being possessed by slag

Climans only reacted when he saw the creature falling into his arms—the dragon egg hatched, and it was hatched on his head!

Thinking of this, and touching the slime on Edgar's body, Climans suddenly had the urge to throw the little dragon out.He reached out and touched the top of his head lightly.Not surprisingly, I touched the eggshell and egg liquid in one hand.This is completely unbearable for the clean-loving Climans!At this moment, the lost physical strength seemed to return to his body, and he once again used magic by instinct.

"Wow—" A huge stream of cool water fell from the top of Climans' head, soaking him completely.When he wanted to dry his body with the wind, another hurricane hit, shaking the room several times.

Seeing that Clemens was about to move, Grant, who was standing on the sidelines, hurriedly stopped him: "Fenga, don't move! I'll help you with whatever you want to do. I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself if you continue like this!"

Climans himself was very puzzled, why he couldn't control magic at all?He didn't even need to say any spells, the magic came at his fingertips, which is unscientific!

"You should be a riot of magic elements." Fortunately, Grant has a lot of experience in this area, and immediately explained, "Usually, when people who sense magic elements for the first time use magic, this will more or less happen. Usually it's not a big problem. But..."

Grant paused for a moment, and when he looked at Climans again, his emerald green eyes lit up again, "Fenga, you are amazing! You are so rich in magic elements, including multiple types of magic. This is simply a gift from God!"

Climans stared blankly at his palm, so this is the feeling of perceiving magic elements?Whether it is the erratic wind, or the water droplets in the air current, or the tiniest grain of sand in the corner of the wall, he can find "energy" in these things.He remembered that Zhongma had never felt this way when using his body before. Zhongma had never had a riot of magic elements, even though he used magic very well, he had never seen that kind of energy!

This is his own strength.Clemens clenched his hands, unable to restrain his excitement.As soon as his mood changed, the magical elements on his body became active again, and sparks ignited all over his body, almost burning his clothes.

"Wait..." Grant observed Climans with a puzzled look on his face, "There's something wrong with your situation, the magic element is a little too active."

Grant knelt down on one knee, squatted halfway in front of Climans, and whispered a spell.A white halo appeared in his hand, and this halo evenly fell on Climans, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

"You know magic?" Climans asked in surprise, "Is this a light healing technique?"

Grant frowned, withdrew his hands and sat cross-legged on the ground, "I only know one kind of magic, I took a magic test when I was a child, and it seems that I have a talent for light magic, but the teacher didn't let me learn it, so I haven't used it much. Usually, a riot of magic elements can be appeased by light magic, but I didn't expect it to work for you at all."

Climans was a little puzzled, and when he was in a bad mood, some snowflakes appeared around him again.This time he knew it. The magic element in him probably changed with his emotions. This is too abnormal!

"Hmm..." A small and weak moan suddenly came from Clemence's arms, which made Clemens and Grant's attention turn to the fallen creature again.It has a silver body, two wings wrapped in mucous membranes, a slender neck and tail, and a round body covered with a layer of silver scales. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a lizard with bat wings .

The young dragon rolled in Climans' arms, its head kept moving upwards, and its nose sniffed around. Its eyes hadn't opened yet, and it didn't wait for Climans to go because of the large rolling range. When you fish it, it falls firmly to the ground.Fortunately, its scales were very hard, and it continued to roll on the ground like a normal person. The four paws began to crawl consciously, crawling towards the direction of the eggshell on the ground.

Climans just watched Edgar quietly. The little dragon moved its claws to grab the eggshell and began to stuff the eggshell into its mouth bit by bit. The hard eggshell felt like a brittle egg in its mouth Like a preserved egg roll, when it is finished eating, its belly will be rounded.

"This is?" Grant had never seen this kind of creature before, and asked puzzledly: "Fenga, is this the monster you raised?"

Hearing the sound, the young dragon on the ground kicked its four paws, tearing the mucous membrane on its wings, its eyelids trembled, and opened suddenly, those ruby-like eyes stared at Climans, the same as before. Its clumsy movements were completely different. It ran towards Climans with its short legs, and shouted: "Dad, Dad..."

The corner of Climans' mouth twitched, he didn't know that dragons could speak as soon as they were born!

Sure enough, as soon as Edgar yelled, Grant's eyes changed again, "Is it your child?"

"That's not the point!" Clemens stomped his feet, knocked the young dragon on his lap to the ground, bent down and picked up the young dragon's tail, and reprimanded: "Edgar, don't bark!"

The baby dragon shook it a few times in Climans' hands. Seeing Climans' stern expression, his red eyes became moist, "Dad..."

Climans was embarrassed by the young dragon's eyes, he couldn't help but put it in his arms, picked up a towel on the table and wiped it for Edgar.

"It seems to have recognized you as his father." Grant felt a little jealous of this magical beast, allowing Clemens to hatch it himself and give it a good name. Taking care of it like this, I always feel a little... not at ease.He moved closer to Climans, and asked tentatively, "Can I have a look at it?"

Climans wasn't sure if Grant recognized it as a dragon. Nowadays, dragons are extremely attractive to humans, and Edgar is a newly born dragon that doesn't have much self-protection power. Edgar's value put it... he would be sorry for Edgar's mother!

"I'm just looking, and I will never do anything else." Grant saw Clemens's appearance and knew that the other party was worried about him, which made Grant feel sad again. Worse--his Ferngar suspected him because of it!

Grant's sincere expression really doesn't look like he's going to do something bad, plus he's somewhat capable now, Clemens decided to trust this young man, and was about to hand Edgar to Grant, but Edgar clung to him relentlessly. Grabbing his arm, he turned his head and bared his teeth at Grant.

Grant didn't care about the monster's attitude. Seeing that Clemens agreed, he picked up Edgar's tail, firmly grasped the moving little guy with his left hand, opened the belly of the monster, and turned over the scales. The extra thing in the scale said with a heavy face: "Fenga, it can't stay with you."

"??"

"It's a male. It's an IQ monster of level ten, right? It can transform into a human form in the future, and it must not be kept by your side like this. It's too unsafe."

"Huh?" Clemens was stunned for a moment, but when he understood Grant's meaning, his head was about to explode, "Grant Moore! What are you thinking about! Do you think I will be with..." He pointed to Edgar, "Mixed with it?"

"As long as it is a man, you can't relax." Grant grabbed Edgar with a serious face, and Edgar struggled hard, with a look of being bullied, "I'll find a cage for it, Fernga, don't you Underestimating the possessiveness of monsters, beasts are beasts after all, they are not as easy to communicate with as humans." Having said that, Grant looked at Kipling, who was lying dead on the ground, "What do you think, teacher?"

After waking up, Kipling glanced at the two with an embarrassed expression, got up from the ground and tiptoed to go out the door.

"Teacher, please help me bring the bathtub." Grant walked to the bed, picked up the sheet and put it on Clemens. "I think Fernga wants to take a good bath."

Kipling wanted to scold this daring apprentice, but when he saw Grant's gaze, he couldn't help but feel a chill on the soles of his feet. He thought...he really angered Grant.This was originally his purpose, why does it look so bad now?

The author has something to say: Edgar: Daddy save me, I’ve been seen all over /(ㄒoㄒ)/～～

Grant: Hmm...separate all men, and...it would be the best to help Fernga take a bath in person!

Kleemans: The people I met seemed to be a little bit out of their minds.

Kipling: ...help!

Regarding the ability of the prince, whether it is magic or fighting spirit, it must be reactivated, and it is different from the use of Zhongma.

Maybe there will be a new map in the next chapter-w-By the way, many characters should also appear one by one.