Destroyer of Ice and Fire

Chapter 2: Onward! Holy Dawn Academy!

　　"Can’t you be b.l.o.o.d.y serious for once!"

　　An angry roar burst from Ayrin’s little yard, almost flipping over all the fences.

　　"Fine."

　　Ayrin waved his hands when he saw old Ginns on the verge of exploding, as if in surrender. He said, "You put so much emphasis on foundations and bloodlines, what are you really trying to say? Are you going to give me some bloodline?"

　　“You’re finally talking about the important issue. Why do you still have this I-don’t-care expression though! b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I know full well this guy is very special, but I still can’t help but become angry."

　　Old Ginns panted in rough heaves and slowly calmed himself down.

　　Ayrin flopped his body on the stone table, face down, looking like he was deflating.

　　"So tired…" He groaned and put his chin on the table. He looked at old Ginns and said without spirit nor strength, "Since that’s the case, then come, give me whatever bloodline you’ve got."

　　Old Ginns couldn’t help but laugh.

　　This temperament was baffling. A guy who didn’t know fear, who constantly brimmed with optimism, who didn't even know the meaning of difficulty. Someone else in his shoes would definitely have even more of a headache, or just be driven into insanity, right?

　　"Blood pact! Mark of seal awakening!"

　　His right hand stretched out and caught Ayrin’s right hand while he quickly recited a chant in a low voice.

　　The instant his fingers came into contact with Ayrin’s skin, five groups of silver lights transformed into five ancient draconic runes even the most ancient draconic scholars wouldn’t recognize. Then they seeped inside Ayrin's body.

　　Five dots of silver light remained for a moment on the back of Ayrin’s hand before gradually fading away.

　　"So this is the fusion of bloodlines?" Ayrin looked at his own hand in a slight daze. He didn’t feel anything unusual inside his body, only a little numbness on his fingertips.

　　"There are two ways to transmit the power of bloodlines. One is to breed an offspring, the other is to pa.s.s it on through certain holy items with unique powers." Old Ginns shook his head and looked at Ayrin. It'd taken a lot of efforts, but this guy was finally serious. "These pact marks are merely keys. The holy item that’ll fuse the bloodlines is inside Holy Dawn Academy’s library. That’s why the thing you need to do is to go to school in Holy Dawn Academy, then fuse with the bloodline I left for you there as soon as possible."

　　Still flopped on the stone table, Ayrin slanted his face and asked old Ginns, "Wait wait wait. An old liar suddenly became an arcane master, I’m a bit dizzy now. Let me think… Why is it so complicated, you’re not lying to me right?"

　　Old Gins laughed as if he’d known long ago Ayrin would say this. He simply fished out a purse and put it in front of Ayrin's face. "This is the school tuition I’ve prepared for you."

　　Ayrin immediately jumped down from the table with a renewed vigor that came out of who knew here.

　　"I’m rich…"

　　As soon as he opened the purse and took a peek inside, he immediately became dumbfounded.

　　"Your saliva’s going to hit the ground." Old Gins threw Ayrin a glance. "Now you believe me right?"

　　Ayrin immediate gathered the purse into his clothes and nodded repeatedly. "I believe you."

　　He couldn’t refrain from immediately asking though, "If you’re a very powerful arcane master, why did you choose me? Is it because I was only nine when I picked you up, so I was pretty dumb, a little easier to scam?"

　　"You’re indeed the dumbest dumb-a.s.s." Old Gins nodded with a very serious look. "I went to so many places. You’re the only one who fed me for so many years and pa.s.sed my tests and trials."