Can you do that?
"I have my ways, don't you worry about it. " Grant said, showing his "mysterious ways" smile.
The goddess Isis nodded. Indeed, I would say that is "good enough" How will we communicate from now on? She took the initiative to ask and Grant shrugged.
"However you want. You want to come down here and ask, or if you want me to go up there, either way I'm fine. No need to bring the elderly here." He said, jerking his thumb at her. "They already have enough to do cleaning up the church as it is. And tell that boy to reign it in. I personally think his attitude is humorous, but if he had taken that attitude with others, lord knows how'd they react." He aimed the last piece of advice at the old elf in particular, given that she was the one who had to manage the brat.
The elf nodded in understanding. Perhaps she was placating, but frankly Grant didn't really care, as the warning was more for them, than it was for him.
The man grumbled as he stood up, only for him to trip over his own feet, as Grant wiggled his eyebrows humorously.
Then we will talk next time. She said as she slowly ascended, disappearing back into her realm.
'Hmm. I think I'll go pay them a visit in a century or so. Do a little trolling.'
Grant brought down the sound barrier, with the orc boy looking on in patient confusion, since Grant had isolated him alone.
The man simply patted the boy on the head, having no intention of explaining, and the boy didn't seem to care, merely following Grant as the two walked out the members of the church of Isis.
They had parted on good terms in Grant's eyes, which was a good start to their likely long term cooperation.
To 600 years of long term cooperation.
He planned to start it with a bang, reaching beyond the stars and to the dragon God himself.
Of course, if you really want to do so, more dragon species would be needed.
Not to communicate with him, he could do so already.
No, it was more about catching the dragon's attention.
After all, no matter how generous of a God you may be, at the 14th level, interests have to take high priority.
With that in mind, Grant's mind ran over the countless species in mind, like fingers trailing over countless of files.
From the most powerful beasts of destruction to quirky little longs.
He wouldn't start big, instead choosing to build up.
So something small inconspicuous.
A new evolution, but one that would be hard for it to exist in the world.
"What about an orca wings??"
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A few weeks in, Grant had been instilling important beast taming knowledge into the boy.
He was actually pulling from the land of Daxia in this regard, a small secret civilization that currently existed in the north pole,
Being a civilization that originally started as a group of beast taming sects coming from the east, the name Daxia was one likely picked from their novels.
More importantly, their leader was a transmigrator from a modern beast taming society, seen in how the society was organized more akin to modern societies, and with technology more like modern society, but reliant on the utilization of beasts.
They had cars for goodness sake! Cars mind you, powered by a special beast available solely in Daxia and usually driven by bus drives, but they had cars!
Transmigrators had that effect, often leading their civilizations into great advancements, with the industrial revolution being one such example.
And this transmigrator had brought everything, including an extensive beast taming course study, from pre-k all the way to college.
It was perfect for Grant's use and modification to teach this child.
As for whether or not this was right?
Well it wasn't his in the first place and given that they were teaching it to the public at large, there's no need to worry about theft.
At least he wasn't worried.
Currently he was schooling the kid through first grade beast taming concepts, basic spelling course and everything, given the child had received a lacking education.
"Alright, spell hermit crab for me." Grant said, as he tapped the picture of the hermit crab on the chalkboard.
He made a chalkboard.
"H-E-R-M-I-T-C-R-A-B" the young ork selled out the word, and Grant nodded in approval.
"Good. Do you remember what the monster form of this creature is?" He followed up, asking him patiently.
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The boy sat there blankly for a minute, trying to recall for a moment, before answering. " Rockspire crab?" He asked uncertainly, and Grant nodded in approval. "Very good. why am I asking this question?"
"Because rockspire crabs are not only a common monster, but one with great potential and multiple confirmed, cheap evolution routes."
"Correct. They are also a great material producer, with one of their evolutions, the stalagmite shocker being a strong producer of electricity and electric fluid. Remember, a monster's value not only lies in their strength, but in the commodities they can produce."
The boy nodded attentively, much to Grant's satisfaction. Such a teachable student! It made him so happy! His past students were always so rambunctious and troublesome. His first student, a young dragon, had started a sect purely of sumo dragons, and his last was so ambitious, seeking to kill him and take his spot.
One of his other students, Darwin, tried to deny everything he taught him as ridiculous.
To have one who just listened obediently!
Grant was in a good mood as he pointed at the modified textbook. "Very good, now turn to page 55 and-"
"-GRANT!" Hearing the loud belligerent voice, Grant paused, and he told the boy to close his textbook, leaving the room to go see why the guild master was screaming.
In fact, he had rented out a room accessible to the guildmaster in a hotel nearby. It would not do after all, if he could not find him when problems arose after all. Such as in this instance.
"Is there anything wrong guild master?" Grant asked politely, and the guild master gave him a rather annoyed look.
"Is it your doing?" he asked, clearly tired, and Grant tilted his head curiously.
"What are you referring to?"
"The orcas with wings. Are they your doing?" He asked excitedly face red.
"Orcas with wings?" Grant asked surprisedly, leaving the guildmaster confused for a moment.
"So soon?" That next statement put him back into the midst of it and confirmed that the man before him was the cause.
"So you did make them?" He confirmed, and Grant nodded. "Indeed, though it's quicker than I thought. I thought it would take them a few months or even a year or two to meet the conditions." he said genuinely surprised. "Looks like I underestimated their playfulness."
The conditions were strenuous and highly conditional after all. Even as playful as they were, and excessive, he had thought it would take longer for them to hit the random combo and change into orcas with wings.
Had they sensed the opening of the path intuitively? Really lucky?
Or just that playful?
The guildmaster continued to frown as he pressed for answers. "What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is that the conditions were so strenuous that I expected that a year would pass before any happened upon this evolution. "
"Are the evolution conditions that stringent?" The older man asked with a crease on his head and Grant chuckled.
"Stringent indeed. Not only do you have to eat 10 flying creatures on the same day, you need to jump 100 meters tall, have 1 percent of dragon blood, consume a dragon attributed resource, eat 10 sea snakes, and that all has to be on the same day. Oh, and they have to be near the point of becoming a monster before evolving into a killer wing"
"That is stringent." He said unbelievably, wondering why the restrictions were so extreme.
Grant looked quite excited. "So how did they react to the extra pair of wings the orca grew? Must've been quite surprised." he said humorously, curious about the reaction.
To this, the guildmaster looked quite confused. "Extra wings? What are you talking about? The one in the report had wings, but they replaced the flippers."
Grant paused.
"Seriously?" He asked and the guild master nodded.
"Seriously."
Grant exploded in surprise and mild frustration. "Seriously!
I invented a whole series of monster evolutions involving orcas and dragons, and their transitions to true dragons, and the first one that evolves into a new evolution... find the other far less interesting one!? Ugh, of course." He said frustratedly, throwing his arms in the air.
"What do you mean by that?" the older man asked confusedly, and Grant sighed, playing with his mask.
"Well you see, that's the thing. The killer wing, as I dubbed it,was the primary evolutionary line, being a transition to a new true dragon with aquatic traits like the orca's skin rather than scales, their tendency to travel in packs, be friendly to humans, etc. etc. And the orca dragon would be called an organ. You know? Like dragon and orca, but organ! Clever right?"
"Sure."
"Well, while I was at it, I designed an evolution on the side since screw it, I had time. Using the kunpeng blood many orcas have, I made a new, part dragon, part kunpeng, part orca evolutionary line. with the first evolution obviously being an orca with wings. Orcpeng. Not my greatest work, won't lie. Next evolution would've been yin/yang kun/peng, before becoming a yin yang kunpeng."
Grant scratched his head frustratedly. "I mean, the conditions were even more difficult than the organ line. Like, first it has to have some minor attainment in yin yang, or at least have consumed a yin yang treasure, consume something that swims and something that flies in the same bite, want to fly, and be less picky about food."
The guild master frowned. "That doesn't sound less stringent." he pointed out and Grant rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry at the man.
"Sounds like someone hasn't tried convincing an orca to have a more diverse pallet. Orcas are picky little bastards, tending to eat one thing and fixate on it long term. I know a pair of orca siblings who solely one organ of a shark and leave the rest alone.
Honestly, orcas are basically the inverse of kunpengs. If kunpengs devour everything, then orcas only eat one singular thing. Getting them to be open with their diet has to be the most difficult thing there. I mean, the yin yang attainment too, but it's not that surprising if they managed to swallow some yin yang treasure by coincidence."
Grant went off, before the guildmaster rudely interrupted.
"But is it dangerous?!" He said urgently, and Grant shook his head. Then paused, and rotated his hand in a maybe posture.
"Depends really. I told you, orcas are picky bastards. Even evolved ones can't avoid this, even as they grow more generalized. Honestly, the real problem here is what the local orcas prefer and if it clashes with local fisherman industries. After all, it has become an orcpeng now. Even though that whole line eats significantly less than a true kunpeng, it'll still eat a lot. That's what you've gotta worry about. ANd if it develops any bad hobbies of coure, but that's par for the course with orcas."
Hearing this, he sighed in relief. "Then it's not that dangerous? "
"Not any more than a normal monster. Even if it evolves again, the danger it would pose is still low. Worse that would happen is that it'd become more snackish. "
Having had his fears finally assuaged, he nodded. "Then I'll stop bothering you now. I see you're busy teaching the child after all."
Grant nodded. "I'm teaching him beast taming. By the end of the year I hope to have him contracted to his first familiar, but before that there's a lot to catch up on first. The boy is lacking on education after all."
Hearing that, the guild master paused. "would you happen to be interested in teaching more students?" he asked hopefully, and Grant smiled mysteriously.
"If we are destined, then we are destined. Feel free to recommend a student, but do so understanding that I guarantee nothing." he said, borrowing lines from those despicable bald donkeys to basically reject him.
Though, he wouldn't be against an interesting student.
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As the guild master left the room, he pondered Grant's last words. They were not a complete rejection, which was better than he'd expected.
There was no doubt that Grant was likely the best out there when it came to teaching about beasts.
The emperor had been looking for someone to teach the crown prince on the matters of his familiar.
Perhaps the guildmaster had found him his tutor...