Giant dragons do not produce milk, and even female dragons only have cold and dense scales covering their chests.

However, young dragons have the habit of drinking milk. The solution for this giant dragon is to look for other creatures that can provide milk sources.

Joel subconsciously looked at Elena. Before his eyes could be aimed, Elena covered her position first.

"...No." Joel looked away and said to little Bailey, "You are still so young, so you still need that thing. I will ask Igna to find it."

Igna promised: "Leave this matter to me."

But this guarantee made Elena shudder.

Igna gives people the impression that he is unreliable, and he can always misinterpret his meaning. In short, the adult women of E. Palenque may have welcomed a guy who is as strong as his brain.

When we arrived at our destination, we found the unfinished texture.

In the middle of the last depiction, Joel stopped because he had to sort out the treasures. This was simply unbelievable to the mages.

As we all know, the engraving of magic patterns needs to be completed at one time, and the deviation will lead to the failure of the entire pattern. This is simply the basic knowledge in the basics of getting started, but this foundation has been broken.

Patience, caution, talent...this may be the reason why the magic pattern master is so difficult.

However, in front of Joel, these seemed to no longer exist.

When I was drawing, I would occasionally nibble on food and communicate with others, looking absent-minded, and even the magic pattern could be interrupted at any time.

The mages can only sigh at this, it is indeed Sir Joel.

Joel didn't think anything about this. It was just a type of magic chant, which just converted words into patterns. The assistant also attributed it to magic chant. He was proficient in singing when he was portraying it.

The degree is gradually increasing.

After working for a while, Joel stopped what he was doing and turned to Bailey and said: "Little Bailey... try to draw."

Um...it's hard to force someone to do it.

This is the most intuitive idea among everyone.

As for whether interruptions and substitutions would damage the lines, no one wanted to ask. Joel must have broken their understanding more than once. Maybe he just let the children doodle at will. Anyway, as long as Lord Joel is around, the characterization will be very good.

Simple things.

Little Bailey picked up the pen, which was a "pen" produced by Joel's magic power. The user only needed to flick it to produce magic power.

Then she added her winding lines on the lines that were too complex to be discerned with the naked eye.

"A child's graffiti... Mr. Joel needs to be corrected again." A mage commented.

"It looks impressive, and he is the material of a magic pattern master." There was also a mage who was flattering. If such curved lines appeared among his disciples, the mage would definitely scold him, and by the way, he would advise: "You are really

If you don’t have talent, you should change your career.”

The discussions among the mages did not affect Bailey, and she continued to write seriously.

Suddenly, the creaking sound of armor moving was heard nearby, which was particularly harsh.

The mages stopped their discussion and noticed that the person coming was the red man Grove who was next to Mr. Joel recently.

In fact, it only took him one day to prove that he had outstanding business talent, not only restoring order to E. Palenque, but also getting the original commercial street running again.

Grove happened to be busy nearby, and after hearing the news, he rushed over and happened to see little Bailey carving lines.

"Little Belle...what are you doing?" Grove asked.

"Joel asked her to do the work of a magic pattern master." Elena replied briefly.

Um... Grover was speechless for a moment.

Naturally, he doesn't think this is "serious", it's probably just for children to doodle to relieve their boredom.

Magic Pattern Master is a noble profession, but also a rare profession. There are only a few adaptors among a hundred mages, and it is even more difficult to become an outstanding Magic Pattern Master.

Moreover, his daughter, Bailey, doesn't have much patience and has a lively personality. She should not be talented in the magic pattern master... This is what Grove thinks.

But just as he was thinking this, Hadiva suddenly heard a voice.

"The texture is effective..."

Joel took a look and saw that the probability of small-probability learning was really low, and... the level of learning was also limited. Just the section he had just taken over was gone.

"It took effect? ​​How is this possible!"

"It really works...it's genius!"

The words of the mages changed from astonishment to surprise.

The mages here are all experienced magic pattern masters, even Hadiva.

There are two most difficult things for a magic pattern master. One is to explore and create new patterns, and the other is to find a student who can take over his legacy. The little Bailey in front of them is simply the biggest treasure!

"Sir Joel, please let little Bailey be my student." A mage said first.

"Me too...please let little Bailey be my student and ignore what he just said, Lord Joel!" Another mage followed.

Soon, the arguing mages were fighting together like middle-aged women fighting over a quarrel in the market.

"enough!"

Hadiva roared, and thanks to Hadiva's status as a saint other than a magic pattern master, the surrounding area became quiet.

"What's wrong with you... being so rude in front of Lord Joel!"

Hadiva's voice made all the mages ashamed, but before the shame lasted for too long, Hadiva's image was completely shattered.

"If you want to recruit little Bailey as a disciple, I should be the one to do it." Hadiva added.

Grove was completely confused, but the scene in front of him hit him hard. It seemed that... he was really not suitable to teach children. The son who taught him carefully, after his own accident, it took only one month to teach Weaver

The foundation that Lie had built over the past hundred years was lost, and Bailey, who he thought had no talent as a magic pattern master, was frantically snatched away by a group of magic pattern masters.

Looking at the competing mages, Joel asked: "You all want to be Little Bailey's mentor?"

Just as the mages were about to nod, Joel suddenly came over with his next question.

"But do you have any milk?"

Ahem...no.

"Is there a relationship between this mentor and that one?" Hadiva asked awkwardly.

"Little Bailey is still at the age of drinking milk," Joel said.

It's like looking for a nanny, not a tutor.

But the mages did not dare to refute. The only woman among them looked at her chest that was flat due to age and sighed.

"It's daddy..." Little Bailey noticed Grove and shouted happily.

She ran to Grove's side with staggering steps, and Grove picked her up.

"I want dad to be my teacher..."

"I... let it go." Grove responded dejectedly. He was still immersed in the thoughts just now, and it was obvious that he could not agree to Belle's request.

"I understand, daddy has no milk, so he can't be a teacher." Little Bailey said in a coquettish voice.
Chapter completed!