C8 (1/2)
”Too thin?”
There were three people sitting in the reception room, one of them was an exceptionally strong middle-aged man. His features were strong, his skin was dark, he had a hideous scar on his face, he had lost an eye, he wore a silver eyepatch, and in the middle sat an old man in a white robe, exuding a sense of vicissitudes of life. Beside him stood a beautiful woman, with short black hair, a handsome soft armor, and a heavy sword at her waist.
”Little girl, you were introduced by Yuwen Clan?” The old man, who originally had a good impression of Su Wan Qing, now looked a little annoyed.
She nodded, ”Yes.”
”Let's not talk about anything else. Let's go to the preparatory class. When did you pass the examination? When did you become an official student?”
”Then will there be a chance to become a Dragon-Knight in the preparatory class?” Su Wan Qing couldn't forget the moment when the white dragon sitting on Yu Wen Zheng was swimming in the sky.
”What happened to it? Behind it is a teacher with wings. Maybe in the future, it will fly into the sky? ” After Su Wan Qing finished this sentence, she did not even have any confidence left, and indicated to the fat dragon that he should display the wings on his back.
Fatty Leung grinned widely and quickly placed the bow on the ground. He turned around with a coquettish expression, revealing a pair of small wings. He even let out a provocative ”Ao!” and blew out a nose of fire.
”It can spew fire?” This time, the young girl standing aside exclaimed in surprise. She had never seen such a weird dragon before.
”Can spit fire? It was huge with a pair of undeveloped wings on its back? What the hell was this? Is this your contracted dragon? ” The middle-aged man looked at Fatty Leung as if he had seen a ghost.
The teachers were all curiously looking around Fatty Leung. Vajra was not that intelligent, they even knew how to communicate with humans on equal footing, and they even knew how to spit fire? This meant that the knight who contracted it would have a Fire Spirit Vein, and would at the very least be a fire mage.
Looking at Su Wan Qing who looked like a bean sprout, the old man revealed a kind smile: ”You are a flame mage?”
”You mean this?” Su Wan Qing stupidly flicked her hand away, and the heat from her body flowed into his palm. In the middle of his palm, a small ball of fire suddenly appeared, bringing with it a blazing fire.
The old man's originally chaotic eyes suddenly widened as he stared at the leaping fireball with a hint of surprise, ”This is the first time I've seen such a pure fire spirit vein, it's a pity …”
The few instructors looked at Su Wan Qing with a regretful look. Looking at her honest expression, they sighed, as if they could not bear to say the cruel words.
”Unfortunately, you've contracted with a mutated dragon that can never fly in the sky!” The young female teacher sighed and shook her head, while patting Su Wan Qing's head.
Su Wan Qing looked at Fatty Long's wronged expression and his heart softened. She stood up and patted Fatty Long as she shouted at the old man: ”I feel that Fatty Long is a wyvern, it's just that he hasn't grown up yet!”
I, who had been deep in thought, suddenly looked towards Su Wan Qing and the dragon beside it. I felt that this dragon seemed to be familiar with each other, but I couldn't find anything to echo its words.