Chapter 271: People Who Don’t Understand Because They Have Siblings! Copying Is Unacceptable!

However, thinking that this boy is Asher... Madam Henrietta somehow felt it wasn't that unacceptable anymore.

"A genius indeed. Once one aperture is clear, all are clear," Madam Henrietta clicked her tongue lightly, her tone full of grievance and helplessness, "Are us predecessors going to be lightly slapped dead on the beach like this? Sigh!"

["Hmph! I won't be slapped dead so easily! If someone's dying, it's you,"] Compared to Madam Henrietta who was sighing as if full of sorrow, Peter's voice on the other end of the call was simply too energetic.

And what he said made Madam Henrietta's forehead veins twitch wildly.

'This guy! Can't he say something nice for once?'

The anger was momentary.

In the blink of an eye, Madam Henrietta quickly calmed down.

'There's no point in getting angry with this kind of single-minded straight man whose brain only knows fighting and more fighting.'

In the end, the one who really gets upset is yourself. Not worth it.

"Enough," Madam Henrietta had no more enthusiasm and simply said:, "Thanks for sharing. See you next time."

After saying that, Madam Henrietta ignored Peter's angry shouting from the other end of the phone, ["Hey hey hey! You just toss me aside after using me? Let's battle—"]

BEEP!

The call was hung up.

Peace returned to the world.

She casually set the phone to silent mode.

The whole series of actions was so smooth and flowing.

Freya, standing by the side, couldn't help but open her mouth bit by bit.

"Although I heard about it long ago, seeing it with my own eyes is still…", Freya looked at Madam Henrietta, hesitating.

Madam Henrietta smiled gently at Freya, "After spending enough time with that guy, you'll realize this is the best way to handle him."

"Hmmm, hmmm," Freya gave two light hums at her words.

"So next, Madam Henrietta, are you going to Branlow City?"

Freya looked at Madam Henrietta and asked curiously.

"And that Asher… Professor," The things Peter said on the phone earlier, Freya had also heard roughly.

Her gaze flickered, full of curiosity about Asher.

"What kind of man is he?", Freya tilted her head curiously.

"I had heard of him before too."

Freya and Film Queen Lucy Diaz weren't exactly close, but as fellow Tier 7 beast tamers, they had some occasional exchanges. [T/N: Lucy Diaz was in Ch135]

Thinking of this, Freya's expression suddenly became strange.

"Madam Henrietta, you don't know. The last time I met Lucy, I was seriously shocked by her pet beasts."

Just those two pet beasts, there's a problem. Not only did Lucy herself know it, other Tier 7 beast tamers were also well aware.

They also knew that to some extent, Lucy's strength was being held back.

But then… why did things suddenly improve?

Lucy didn't say anything at the time.

Freya had, however, gathered a bit of information.

Now hearing Asher's name again, Freya couldn't help but touch her chin, "I'm starting to get curious about this Professor Asher too."

At her words, Madam Henrietta glanced at the tiny Freya.

As a mature woman in her twenties, Freya did not inherit her family's signature long legs and became the only shorty among a bunch of people who were 170, 180, or even 190 cm tall.

159 cm.

The final centimeter she could never surpass in her life.

Making Freya look so small.

Even though Freya deliberately dressed in a mature and capable style, or wore killer high heels, some facts remained unchangeable.

In the end, Freya had to helplessly give up her dream of dressing maturely.

It really didn't suit her.

Instead, she looked like a child sneaking into adult clothes.

Being mistaken for a middle schooler, high schooler, or college student whenever she went out had become quite a frustrating issue for Freya.

However, inversely proportional to her heigh, Freya had contracted an extremely large-sized Flame Dragon.

"Mm… I'm not particularly familiar with this Professor Asher either, and I don't know him very well," Madam Henrietta thought for a moment and said.

"But I must admit, he's indeed very skilled, at least when it comes to pet research."

"It's just that I didn't expect…"

'Professor Asher to also be quite capable in pet breeding and combat.'

"Actually, you could ask your brother," Madam Henrietta sincerely suggested.

Upon hearing that, Freya gave another hum, "Hmph! I don't want to go to that guy who always bullies his little sister!"

As she said this, Freya's cheeks puffed up.

Madam Henrietta looked at the two chubby little puffed cheeks, feeling a strong urge to poke them.

Thankfully, she held back.

"Darn it!"

"What do you mean my height is just right! Perfectly comfy to rest his hands on?"

"So annoying! Always showing off his long legs and long arms in front of me! One day I'll cut off that extra height of his! He stole my height!"

Watching Freya's face gradually turn vicious, Madam Henrietta stayed quiet and firmly refused to provoke a woman in a temper.

'Hmm, well said. Makes sense. Applause.'

'You people with siblings really… never mind,' As an only child, Madam Henrietta truly couldn't understand this weird way of interacting.

With the emotional support Madam Henrietta provided, Freya soon calmed down again.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him," Freya waved her hand, deciding to skip over anything related to her brother.

She seemed a bit bashful as she said, "I kind of want to ask Professor Asher if my Flame Dragon can be trained to grow even larger…"

As she said this, Freya looked at Madam Henrietta with expectant eyes, "Madam Henrietta, do you think Professor Asher would find my request too much?"

Madam Henrietta: "..."

Madam Henrietta fell into silence.

"…You can try, but if it really doesn't work out, don't push it."

Freya gave a thumbs up and flashed a confident smile, "Alright!"

"The escort mission's over, so I'll go to Branlow City first… No wait, Madam Henrietta! Help me!"

"Do you have Professor Asher's personal contact? I want to book a suitable time!"

Madam Henrietta sighed.

'Fine, after all, we did go on the mission together, and we got along pretty well too.'

Though sometimes Madam Henrietta felt like she was leading a wild, uncontrollable grown daughter.

Then again…

At her age, she couldn't possibly have such a big grown daughter.

———

"Achoo—", Clyde suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and gave Asher an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry, Professor Asher. I suddenly feel a bit off."

"So do you have time now?"

Asher: "..."

"Is there something you need my help with?", Asher had a bit of a headache.

Not that he thought he wasn't strong enough, just that Clyde was an Tier 8 beast tamer and had experience training a Tier 9 pet. No matter how he thought about it, Asher didn't see how this guy could possibly need his help.

'Could it be…'

Asher pondered for a moment.

He figured the most likely reason was the Dragon King.

Thinking about it, Asher said, "If you're asking me how to evolve a Flame Dragon into a Flame Dragon King, I really have no way. I can't help with that."

The jump from Flame Dragon to Flame Dragon King… Asher's talent skill might be able to do it.

But innate limits couldn't be broken.

Hearing this, Clyde smiled faintly, "I know, Professor Asher."

"Even though I do wish Flame Emperor could evolve into Flame Dragon King… from the day I contracted Flame Emperor, I knew it was impossible."

The Flame Dragon's king still lives.

There's no need for a new king to be born just yet.

That was the understanding he had when contracting the Flame Dragon.

It's just that…

Clyde sighed again, "People are greedy, aren't they?"

"I thought I could be content with this. But actually, I still feel a bit unwilling."

Asher nodded.

He could understand.

Still the same saying: Once you make a choice, don't regret it.

Acceptance is the only option.

"But after seeing the pet you trained, Professor Asher, I had a new idea," Clyde suddenly shifted topics.

Asher: "?"

'Huh?'

'My pet could give Clyde enlightenment?'

'…Wait a minute.'

Asher seemed to suddenly realize something and looked at Clyde.

Clyde nodded at him.

That's right.

That's exactly what he meant—

"Professor Asher, your pet Little Raven, its talent skill True Solar Fire is really amazing."

"Very very very amazing."

Clyde used several adjectives in a row.

As if reinforcing his high opinion of Little Raven.

Little Raven: *chest puffed out*

It understood that Clyde was praising it.

Little Raven's head was about to tilt to the heavens.

Its tail feathers even fanned out.

Seeing this, Asher: "..."

The tone was sincere.

Little Raven beside him was nearly drunk from the flattery.

But not Asher.

Asher's brain stayed calm.

"I think I understand what you mean, Mr. Clyde. It's this, right…", Asher frowned, holding his forehead with one hand, showing a troubled expression.

"This really isn't something I can teach you to do."

Asher looked at Clyde helplessly, "Though this might sound a bit harsh, how should I put it… The reason Little Raven awakened such powerful flames is because of its bloodline."

"And Little Raven and the Flame Dragon's bloodlines…"

Asher spread both hands.

'Different.'

Just because they both fly and breathe fire doesn't mean their skills are in any way compatible.

That's all wishful thinking.

At those words, Clyde furrowed his brow slightly.

It's not that he didn't believe Asher.

Just…

"What kind of bloodline could possibly be stronger than a Flame Dragon in fire attributes?"

Asher: "..."

Now that's a piercingly sharp question.

Three-legged Golden Crow.

An ancient divine beast.

Of course it's different.

Asher knew, but he definitely couldn't say it.

"If you put it that way, Mr. Clyde, then I really don't know. If I could identify what bloodline Little Raven awakened, I could trace it back and study how best to cultivate it."

"Unfortunately," Asher shook his head.

His expression looked so serious, as if he was really troubled by this.

Clyde paused for a moment.

Then realized, right, not just beast tamers, even most pet professors couldn't determine exactly what bloodline a pet had awakened.

To trace the source… only the Alliance's top levels had access.

Even Clyde hadn't fully accessed that tier of information yet.

Thinking this, Clyde felt a bit disheartened.

He still didn't really want to give up.

So many years, a method to strengthen his Flame Dragon was right in front of him. How could Clyde not be tempted?

"Professor Asher, could I trouble you to give it a try?", Clyde looked at Asher with earnest eyes.

"Just try, if it doesn't work, that's okay."

Asher felt a headache coming on.

He could see that Clyde truly wanted to make his Flame Dragon—no, specifically the Tier 9 one, even stronger.

"Actually, if you just want to strengthen your Flame Dragon, you don't have to force something like True Solar Fire. That really is a bit difficult," Asher spoke sincerely.

"You could just purify the flames or increase their power."

"That might be easier to achieve."

Hearing this, Clyde paused and showed a look of sudden realization.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "I was too fixated, thinking in the wrong direction. Indeed, this is the more correct path."

Copy someone else's ability?

That's taking the long way.

Thinking this, Clyde looked at Asher gratefully.

Good thing Professor Asher reminded him in time, stopping him from ramming his head into a wall.

Clyde let out a long breath from his chest, "Hoo—"

"I was too obsessed," Clyde said seriously.

"Then can I trouble you, Professor Asher, to help me increase my Flame Dragon's firepower?", Clyde changed his request and once again looked at Asher with a questioning gaze.

"Huh?", Asher looked at him in confusion, "If that's what you want, I don't think you need to ask me, right?"

Boosting a Flame Dragon's firepower.

Plenty of Tier 1 researchers would be interested in that, right?

With Clyde's status, there's no way he couldn't find a willing Tier 1 researcher.

That sounds more reliable than him?

Seeing Asher's puzzled look, Clyde smiled and shook his head, "No no no, it's different. Professor Asher, your ability has long since surpassed most of the level-one researchers."

When he said this, Clyde used a rather certain tone.

Asher was silent.

Killing with praise.

This must be killing with praise, right?

But Clyde's tone and expression looked so sincere and earnest, as if he truly thought so from the bottom of his heart.

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