School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 123 --Dragon Slaying Field, Dragon Slaying Pillar, Dragon Slayer
"Back to school," Owen replied without hesitation, "The Grand Magus Academy houses a million books, and legend has it that anyone who reads all million can become a god. I want to give it a try."
He didn’t try to hide his ambition.
Barlo was taken aback, almost in a daze.
This surely must be a jest, but he hadn’t expected Owen to take it so seriously.
Finn and the others also stared at Owen, not having anticipated such ambition from him.
"How many have you read so far?"
"About eighty thousand," Owen replied earnestly, raising an eyebrow.
He had spent nearly half a year at the Grand Magus Academy, most of it in the library.
Coupled with his robust mental strength and excellent memory, reading eighty thousand books in half a year was no trouble at all.
Barlo gave a thumbs-up: "Your determination is rare, Your Highness. Go to the Grand Magus Academy then. Unfortunately, I cannot escort you further."
"No need, I have the second prince of the Laine Kingdom by my side. There won’t be any problems," Owen said with a casual smile, not worried in the slightest.
Finn felt incredibly touched, realizing that Owen had given him significant face by acknowledging his presence in front of a grandmaster.
Just moments ago, the grandmasters of the sea race hadn’t even glanced at them.
Barlo glanced at Finn, who quickly flashed an appeasing smile.
Barlo’s gaze returned to Owen, his tone turning grave: "There’s one thing you must be careful about."
"What is it?"
"The Dragon Slaying Pillar from the Dragon Slaying Field has been stolen. I was delayed because of this issue," Barlo said, his face clouded with gloom and his tone chilling.
Since the emergence of dragons, they had always been the overlords of Novalia, ruling the continent alongside a few advanced races.
However, thousands of years ago, a calamity struck the dragons, significantly weakening their power.
With sages in slumber and grandmasters in seclusion, the dragons fell into disarray.
Other races, unwilling to remain subservient to the dragons, united with other species to resist, giving rise to an organization - Dragon Slayer.
They constructed the Dragon Slaying Field, surrounding it with twelve pillars, subtly aligned with the Zodiac.
This was, in fact, a magic array designed to suppress the power of dragons.
Once inside the Dragon Slaying Field, dragons would be as if they had their teeth pulled and claws blunted.
Even their tough scales would soften.
Without the need for Dragon Slayers to lift a finger, dragons within the field would gradually weaken and become powerless.
This period was the darkest era for dragons.
The once-dominant rulers of the continent became prey for other races, reduced to mounts and subservient creatures.
The twelve pillars of the Dragon Slaying Field, known as the Dragon Slaying Pillars, played a crucial role in this.
Later, when the sages of dragons awakened and grandmasters mobilized, they annihilated the Dragon Slaying Field, concealing the twelve Dragon Slaying Pillars.
Since then, dragons receded into obscurity, their presence on the continent rarely seen or heard.
The Dragon Slaying Field, however, remained intact.
The reason for not destroying it might have been due to insufficient power.
Still, it was under the constant vigilance of the dragons across generations.
Any attempt to activate the field would invite the thunderous wrath of the dragons.
Consequently, this place was eventually abandoned by the various races of the continent.
Owen was well aware of this history, which wasn’t a secret as it was recorded in the Grand Magus Academy.
"How many were taken?"
"Just one," Barlo’s eyes flashed darkly, a cold laugh emerging from his throat.
"Quite bold, indeed. Someone dared to activate a Dragon Slaying Pillar."
"This is targeted at us," Owen surmised, squinting.
The Dragon Slaying Pillar, besides having a detrimental effect on dragons, was minimally effective on other races.
Now, with a mysterious figure taking a Dragon Slaying Pillar, it was undoubtedly aimed at dragons.
Barlo nodded and exhaled deeply, "When I sensed a disturbance in the Dragon Slaying Field, I went to check. I found a Dragon Slaying Pillar missing. I then searched the continent for its aura but found nothing."
"That’s why I arrived so late, nearly putting Your Highness in jeopardy."
"Better late than never, it’s fine," Owen waved it off nonchalantly.
"Your Highness, I must conduct a thorough search, so I won’t accompany you.
Safe travels, and if you encounter any insurmountable issue, use the Dragon Blood Tracing Technique to notify me," Barlo bowed deeply.
"I understand," Owen acknowledged.
"Farewell, Your Highness."
"Goodbye."
With that, Barlo transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the sky and becoming a star.
"Comparing people can really kill one’s motivation. I’m also a prince of the Laine Kingdom, but no grandmaster has ever shown me such respect. Sir, you are truly impressive," Finn flattered Owen.
Owen glanced at Finn and declared loudly, "Let’s go, back to the school."
Finn, having experienced life-and-death thrills, now longed for home more than ever.
He raised his arms and shouted, "Heading home!"
Suddenly, Owen slapped his forehead, "Ah, I forgot something."
"What is it?"
Owen brushed it off, gazing in the direction Barlo had left.
He should have mentioned the Void Black Dragon ruins to Barlo.
With Barlo’s broader knowledge and understanding, he would undoubtedly have insights about the Void Black Dragon.
It was a missed opportunity, but Owen reassured himself there would be other chances.
For now, he lacked the strength to explore the ruins, so asking later wouldn’t be too late.
On their way, Morton bid farewell to Owen.
The Deepsea Trade Association had suffered a significant blow in this venture.
With a grandmaster fallen in Gosa Waters, their strength was greatly diminished.
As a family scion, Morton had to return home to stabilize the situation.
Plus, having aligned with Finn and Owen, he might even boost the prestige of the Deepsea Trade Association with some clever maneuvering.
Owen naturally didn’t stop him, and Morton parted ways to return home.
Leisurely and carefree, it took Owen and his companions seven days to return to the capital city - Stellaria.
Berkeley returned to his shop, the life-and-death experience providing him with much-needed insights and perhaps an opportunity for breakthroughs.
Finn went back to the palace, eager to recount his experiences in Gosa Waters to his father.
Every action he took now could become a stepping stone to his future ascension to the throne.
The Grand Magus Academy only had one holiday a year, and it was far from that time.
The academy still lay under a blanket of snow.
It was hard to believe they had only been in Gosa Waters for just over half a month.
Owen settled back into a quiet routine.
His days were spent between the library and professors’ offices, a simple pattern.
The number of books he read rapidly increased.
Owen immersed himself in his world, with time seemingly speeding up around him, as if everything was on fast forward.
...
Tall ancient trees stood proudly, their leaves transforming from green to yellow under the gentle caress of the autumn wind, eventually falling to create natural golden paths.
Occasionally, a gust of wind would send the leaves dancing, like a waltz of an autumn day.
The buildings of the Grand Magus Academy were both ancient and majestic, their stone walls exuding a warm hue under the autumn sun.
In the courtyards of the academy, roses and chrysanthemums in the gardens bloomed competitively, emitting a faint fragrance that attracted bees and butterflies, fluttering from flower to flower, adding vibrancy and vitality.
Unknowingly, seven months had passed, and autumn had quietly arrived.
The essence of autumn pervaded the Grand Magus Academy, adorning this ancient and mysterious institution like a splendid tapestry. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Students bustled in every corner of the campus, some holding magic books, others practicing with wands in training grounds, casting various spells.
Their lights flickered in the air, weaving into strange and enchanting patterns.
Their laughter and incantations intertwined, forming a unique melody of the academy.
With the arrival of another school year, Owen, dressed in his uniform, walked along the path, accompanied by the innocent-faced Erin:
"Master, time flies. We’re already in our second year."
"Yes," Owen replied.
Now, his appearance was scholarly and refined, wearing thin glasses, holding a book in his left hand, his gaze calm and steady, a far cry from the fierce and aggressive demeanor he once had.
The power of time is immense, capable of erasing all traces.
No one would dare to imagine that this was the same Owen who had been fierce and resolute on Heartstealer Island in Gosa Waters.
"I still remember when we first entered the academy, our eyes were just like those of the new students, filled with wonder at everything around us," Erin reminisced, a smile spreading across her face.
She preferred a quiet and stable life; the harrowing experiences outside were not to her liking.
A smile also appeared on Owen’s face, the sunlight shining on his visage, making him look exceptionally handsome: "Yes, we’ve been at the academy for a year, and so much has changed."
Suddenly, a commotion arose ahead, accompanied by fluctuations of magic.
Owen initially intended to bypass it, but someone crashed directly into his arms.
A group of fierce-looking young men followed: "Ha-ha-ha, you think you can run? I’m going to beat you to death today."
His voice still hung in the air, but his expression had already frozen.
He stood there dumbly in front of Owen, head bowed, like a naughty child caught by a teacher: "Cough, cough, O...O...Owen."
