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Chapter 26

Mira's eyes lit up.

She looked at the magical bread in her hands. The bread's shape was based on the large loaves she had seen in the bakery. The advantage of this type of bread was its large size and ease of storage. However, its obvious drawback was that it was too big—eating it elegantly was clearly a difficult task.

Mira glanced at Lance, and for a brief moment, her mind conjured up an image of him holding the huge loaf of bread with both hands, gnawing at it.

No! That’s too strange. Mira quickly interrupted her thoughts.

She took a step back and clearly saw the confusion in Lance's eyes.

"Wait a moment."

The girl’s tone rose slightly, betraying her current joy. "I'll go cut it." Mira smiled, turned around, humming a nameless tune, and walked toward the cabinet on the other side.

As she cut the bread, Mira thought to herself that now she had a magic cookbook; she should have a proper kitchen.

There was a stove for starting fires to cook. There were cabinets to store all kinds of beautiful tableware.

Mira recalled the trays in the Magic Energy Nexus cafeteria. They were so stiff and ugly.

She remembered the magnificent plates and crystal glasses in the royal palace.

They were simply beautiful.

Mira couldn’t help but think—she now had a lot of money, and if the opportunity arose, she wanted a lot of beautiful tableware too.

After cutting the bread, Mira wrapped it in a brown paper bag and handed it to Lance.

Her gaze landed on him, filled with anticipation.

Lance tried hard to control his perception, attempting to ignore the look of expectation in her eyes. But the dragon’s perception was innate.

Lance stiffly turned his neck, forcing himself to focus on the bread. He reached out, took a small piece, and swallowed with a slight movement of his throat.

He was somewhat afraid of disappointing Mira’s expectations. After all, he was a dragon, and this bread, he couldn’t digest it at all.

Once he swallowed it, he would have to secretly spit it out when Mira wasn’t looking.

She might be very upset.

Lance raised his head and looked at Mira. The expectation in her eyes flickered like fireworks.

Human girls’ expectations were really troublesome.

Lance thought to himself, then took a small bite of the bread.

Mira watched his expression carefully, trying to judge the taste of the bread from his face.

In fact, she had some strange thoughts. After all, this bread wasn’t made with the flour and water she was used to.

Would the taste be strange...?

Mira carefully observed every expression on Lance’s face. When she saw his furrowed brows relax, she secretly let out a breath.

Lance was surprised.

Perhaps because the bread was made purely from magic, as he chewed, it gradually transformed into pure energy, the same kind of energy that mages use when casting spells. However, the magical energy’s violent factors were filtered by the medium, making the energy entering his body gentle. This wasn’t a bad thing for mages.

Because the magic consumed to create this magical bread was far less than the magic it brought.

Although, for the blue dragon, this amount of magic was nothing, if Mira ate this pure magical bread for an extended period of time, her magic might be enhanced.

Gaining magic by eating food. This was a shortcut the blue dragon had never discovered before.

“How is it?” Mira softly asked Lance.

The blue dragon nodded, directly expressing his approval.

“Very good, Mira.”

It was a compliment, and Mira rarely received compliments. Her smile grew even brighter. The girl took another piece of bread from the paper bag and handed it to Lance.

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“Then you eat this one first, and I’ll see if I can make other dishes.”

“Mira.” Lance stopped her, also taking a piece of bread from the bag and handing it back to Mira.

“Don’t let yourself go hungry.” He looked at her, trying to gently remind her of the bread’s effect.

She nodded and took a bite of the bread.

Lance quickly noticed Mira’s surprised expression. Her gaze shifted between the man in front of her and the bread, her face full of disbelief.

“How is it?” Lance asked her the same question.

“Did you notice?” Mira asked, astonished, looking at the bread in her hand. “The book didn’t mention this effect.”

The magic cookbook only explained that this was a spell that could convert energy into bread, providing nourishment for mages during their travels.

“Really?” Lance was also surprised.

Mira quickly ran over to grab the magic book, not forgetting to swallow the bread in her mouth.

The sensation of magic passing through her throat and into her stomach felt so strange. Mira wondered, if she just kept eating that much bread, would she end up becoming a Tower Mage?

No, that’s too scary.

She handed the spellbook to Lance.

The blue dragon flipped through the pages and read the text. Indeed, there was no mention of gaining magic from eating this magical bread.

So, it seemed that Mira’s magic had changed.

Lance continued to browse the book’s description. This was a very ordinary spell, not particularly difficult. As long as there was a suitable medium, an ordinary mage could channel energy and filter out its violent factors to create an edible loaf of bread.

The medium.

Mira’s medium had changed.

Lance closed his eyes, recalling the relevant knowledge.

Perhaps it was because Mira had a high degree of compatibility with her new medium. And her new medium was the freshly formed scales of this generation’s Blue Dragon King.

Lance exhaled.

“I don’t know the cause.” He chose to conceal the truth. After all, he couldn’t explain anything related to dragons.

“But this is a good thing.” Lance told Mira, “You can use this method to replenish your spent magic, but you can’t use it to practice.”

Although shortcuts are convenient, there is always a trade-off. Pursuing progress too quickly may lead to neglecting the foundation.

Lance was naturally gifted with powerful spellcasting abilities, but it was only through repeated trials after leaving home that he fully mastered the innate power within his body.

Mira would be a good mage. A good mage wouldn’t sacrifice quality for speed.

The girl understood his words. The thought of eating enough bread to fill the Tower again popped into her mind...

She quickly shook her head to dispel the absurd thought.

“Hm?”

“I didn’t mean that,” Mira said, realizing her actions had caused a misunderstanding.

“I definitely won’t do that.” The magical bread wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it could only be considered ordinary. It provided a sense of fullness. Mira still preferred eating her own food.

She took the book from Lance.

“Then I’ll go study other magic.”

“Mm.” The blue dragon quietly agreed, still wondering why Mira had such a deep bond with him.

Late at night.

The origami spirit entered its dormant state.

Suddenly, a pale blue halo condensed into a humanoid shape.

The origami spirit, resting on the long table, suddenly floated up and flew toward the pale blue light.

“Master!” The spirit was ecstatic. However, it didn’t have an expression, and this emotion couldn’t be conveyed through facial expressions; it could only be expressed by flapping its arms and legs in joy.

Lance glanced at it.

“Where are the books about dragonkind?” Lance still hadn’t come up with an answer.

Why did Mira have such a high compatibility with his scales?

Was it because he was a blue dragon? But Mira was human.

“Magical creatures.” The origami spirit pointed in a direction. “Master, let me lead you.” It observed Lance's expression, trying hard to be attentive.

Lance knew he couldn’t maintain the posture of supporting his legs with magic for too long. He didn’t dare delay and quickly walked into one of the twelve corridors. With the origami spirit’s help, he soon found the books containing knowledge about dragons.

He flipped through the chapters about blue dragons. Unfortunately, blue dragons were a very rare breed of dragons. To this day, there was probably only one blue dragon still active in the world.

Blue Dragon King? He remembered the sarcastic look on the black dragon’s face when it mentioned this title.

Lance also called himself that, just so he would never forget the shame he bore.

The blue dragon breed was known for its peaceful and kind nature, but because of this peace and kindness, they became the most vulnerable to harm.

The blue dragons grew fewer and fewer, until only his mother and himself, as a dragon egg, remained.

The lonely Blue Dragon King, hiding in the last glimmer of light in the tower.

Lance’s expression was serious, but a sense of anticipation grew in his heart.

In this world, aside from magic, nothing else should have any connection to him.

But Mira... what was going on with her?

The books didn’t give him an answer. Lance felt a bit disappointed.

He turned to the origami spirit and said, “These books need to be hidden. Don’t let Mira see them.”

There were some details about the blue dragon in them, and he was afraid Mira might see them.

The origami spirit nodded repeatedly.

After finishing the task, Lance was about to leave, but the little spirit suddenly floated in front of him.

“Can you give me a name, Master?”

“What did Mira say to you?” Lance knew that origami spirits didn’t suddenly want names, so someone who had entered here must have said something to it.

“Nothing...” Although it still didn’t have an expression, its voice and movements were livelier now.

Lance smiled. She really was an energetic girl, easily infecting those around her—even magical creations were no exception.

The blue dragon extended his finger and touched the origami spirit’s forehead. A faint blue magical glow spilled from his fingertip, and with a light tap, the magic surged into the origami spirit’s body.

The origami spirit’s entire body trembled rapidly, and after several moments, Lance’s magic was fully absorbed.

He cast the blessing spell again, strengthening the energy within the origami spirit.

If it had a name, it would probably last longer.

The spirit realized the change within itself and joyfully waved its hands and feet.

“Master, Master, my name?”

Lance tilted his head and thought for a moment. He didn’t have a talent for naming, and his mind went blank for a moment. Suddenly, Mira’s eyes appeared in a vast empty sea, sparkling like stars in the sky.

“Let’s call you Xingxing (Star).”