Chapter 570 – Dragon-Tongue Magic

Only now did Igniwa truly appreciate just how heartbroken Uncle Krotack must have been moments ago.

The rule of prioritizing new customers and not serving the same patron twice within a week was simply too cruel.

Igniwa felt that despite having eaten, he was somehow hungrier than before—it was all craving!

If it weren’t for the fact that the cook was a Witch and this was Delicacy Island, he would have lost control of his fierce temper and wanted to kidnap her to grill meat for him every day!

Vasida noticed how reluctant he was to leave and had a flash of inspiration. “I recently developed a new hell pepper egg fried rice. Would you like to come to my place and try it? I guarantee you can eat until you’re full. Though I’m only a one-star chef, and if you eat my food, you’ll need to spar with me in return—no Magic, pure hand-to-hand combat, nothing life-threatening.”

Mo Lan had succeeded here, and everything had gone very smoothly, so she could relax now.

She observed that Igniwa seemed a bit stronger than her previous sparring partners, and her fists were starting to itch.

The moment Igniwa heard he could eat his fill and that there would be hell peppers, his heart was instantly won over. “Let’s go, let’s go! You’d better make sure I eat until I’m stuffed!”

“Don’t worry! You can eat until you can’t take another bite!” Vasida said. “But you’d better take the sparring seriously too, or I won’t host you next time.”

“Now I remember—it’s you! Vasida the Brute-Force Witch!” Igniwa’s eyes lit up. “Is your strength really comparable to the Dragons? Since when did Witches go down that kind of path?!”

“Why can’t Witches go down that path?! When our fists get serious, we’ll have you howling in pain—believe it or not?” Vasida said, clenching her fists.

“So you’re saying there are a lot of Witches like you?” Igniwa wasn’t stupid; he sensed something was off. “Aren’t Witches supposed to be as physically frail as humans?”

“How could that be? Before, everyone only paid attention to magical talent and nobody bothered to improve their physical conditioning. Things are different now.” Vasida said. “Moira, give him a punch to demonstrate!”

Mo Lan thought about how Igniwa had scorched a patch of the dining table black—it looked hideous, and it would need to be replaced anyway—so she smashed the table to pieces with a single punch.

“See?! That was a hardwood table, tough as an iron plate! Our Witch fists have gotten tough too, okay?!” Vasida declared with absolute conviction.

What she said was, in fact, true.

Her Dietary Fortification Card had already become an everyday essential for Witches. It had been quite a few years since the card was first introduced, and the physical capabilities of Witches had broadly risen by a whole tier.

Someone like Mo Lan, who had never stopped using it, was among the very best of them.

She couldn’t match Vasida, but she was absolutely worlds apart from what people used to think of when they imagined a Witch.

“Bloodlines that simultaneously possess both magical talent and physical talent are quite rare. Truly worthy of the race that gave birth to Sorceresses!”

Igniwa, just like every Dragon before him who had asked this question, believed Vasida’s words and regarded the Witch bloodline with a few extra measures of respect.

But only a few measures.

Smashing a hardwood table with one punch was still far too trivial for him.

When he was still in his egg, he could crack a pit in a hardwood plank just by sitting on it.

In Igniwa’s eyes, humans were roughly equivalent to little ants—he could casually crush a whole swarm of them. Witches, Elves, and Dwarves were just slightly larger beasts, pitifully weak.

In all of Valen, only Angels and Demons warranted a second glance from a Dragon, and only Sorceresses could make a Dragon tremble.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Igniwa was eager to continue eating good food and urged Vasida to leave.

Vasida only had time to hurriedly wave to Mo Lan before being dragged away.

Mo Lan watched them leave, then used her Metal Shaping spell to engrave the words “Temporarily Closed” onto the golden plate by the door. She shut the door and went back inside to read.

She sat on the sofa in the Second Floor’s small Living Room. On the surface she appeared to be readingerta《The Codex of Burning Villages》, but in reality she was studying the Dragon heritage memory she had just acquired.

The first thing she looked at was, of course, the section she cared about most—dragon-tongue magic. Earlier, when she had been searching through the memories under time pressure, she had only managed a rough overview. Now she finally had time to study it carefully.

Legend had it that dragon-tongue magic far surpassed the magic of all other races in Valen in terms of destructive and annihilative power. In head-on magical clashes, unless there was a vast gap in rank, it had never lost.

The heritage memory said the same thing, but with one exception.

“Beware the Fireworks Witch’s Firework Blast. Firework magic cannot be judged by common sense.”

This warning appeared directly in the heritage memory, accompanied by images of Firework Blasts blasting Heaven’s Peak, blasting the Abyss, blasting Tower Forest, and blasting Dragon Isle.

Clearly, the shock that Lady Anita had once dealt to the Dragon race had been seared deep into their very bloodline.

After carefully reading through this section of the heritage memory concerning dragon-tongue magic, Mo Lan finally understood why dragon-tongue magic was so overwhelmingly powerful.

Other races, when casting magic, drew upon a certain type of energy. But the Dragons’ dragon-tongue magic drew upon the source of that energy itself.

This energy source was the source of a single type of energy, fundamentally different from Mana, which was the source of all energies.

For example, when human mages, Witches, or even Sorceresses cast fire-element magic, they drew upon elemental force of fire, or converted their own energy into elemental force of fire. But when a red Dragon cast fire-element dragon-tongue magic, it drew upon the source of elemental force of fire to cast its spell.

Mana was the source energy of all energies, capable of transforming into energy of any attribute.

The source energy of a specific type of energy, however, possessed all the characteristics of that energy.

In the hierarchy of energies, Mana ranked above all others. In theory, Mana should be convertible into both elemental force of fire and the source force of fire.

But unfortunately, even Sorceresses could not directly control the source force of fire to cast spells.

The Dragons, however, after converting their bloodline-born dragon force into a single-element source force, could use Draconic to command it, making it produce the desired spell effects according to their will.

In other words, Draconic was the very foundation through which Dragons channeled single-element source forces.

Reading to this point, Mo Lan couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

Dragon force converts into single-element source force; Draconic commands and controls this energy for spellcasting.

Didn’t that mean the prerequisites for dragon-tongue magic were exactly the same as what they had previously understood?

Draconic was taught at the Witch Academy.

Mo Lan and Vasida had both specifically studied it. Mo Lan could converse directly with Dragons in Draconic without any problems, and memorizing a few dragon-tongue magic incantations would be no trouble at all for Vasida.

As for dragon force—as Sorceresses, they could absolutely use Mana to convert it.

They clearly possessed all the prerequisites for Dragon spellcasting.

In theory, as long as they knew the incantation for each dragon-tongue spell and converted their Mana into dragon force to cast it, they should be able to unleash dragon-tongue magic just like a dragon.

But in practice, that wasn’t the case at all.

If it were really that simple, Vasida wouldn’t have gone so long without making any progress in dragon-tongue magic.