Chapter 24 Pain

"What is this?"

Ted looked at the six chains of light suddenly entwining him. His body tensed instantly but then relaxed, because he sensed the chains contained the power of the Holy Attribute, with a slight burning nature of fire.

However, he wasn't an undead creature, much less a dark creature, so these powers had no restraining effect on him. The chains merely restricted his movement.

"Is this a spell unique to your Dragon Clan? I've never seen it before."

The young man saw the Golden Dragon appearing from Dragon Nest, and his spirit completely relaxed, leaving only curiosity in his eyes.

He wasn't a Wild Knight roaming the wilderness; he had family teachings, and his mother was a powerful Extreme Intent Mage.

Although he wasn't gifted in spellcasting, he was knowledgeable about the various spells known to spellcasters; it was part of his compulsory education, to know how to deal with spellcasters after understanding them.

"This is a spell unique to me!"

Noah looked at the simple kid in front of him who wasn't resisting at all and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

In two years, the young man's body had grown fully, just like his father, robust, tall, and standing nearly two meters tall, making him quite outstanding wherever he went.

Apart from his face, which still retained a bit of youthful immaturity, there were few traits left in him that could be associated with the term "young man"; he had grown up.

"Your exclusive spell? Impressive!"

Ted didn't realize what this represented; although he had a good understanding of spellcasters, he ultimately wasn't one himself.

"Try breaking free with all your might. I want to see the limits of this spell."

Word Spirit·Six Paths Light Binding consumed so little that even as a fledgling dragon, Noah could almost ignore it.

Confinement spells need to be tested on living things, and the little elves in the garden were out of the question; they couldn't handle this kind of exertion.

"Testing the spell? Sure."

Ted immediately got excited, brimming with enthusiasm. In two years, the Fighting Spirit Light he cultivated had reached its peak and was about to break through, gaining Radiant Light Power and becoming a Golden Warrior.

Ha~

The sturdy young man, clad in armor, let out a low growl as dazzling Light of Fighting Spirit burst from him. The six chains around him, with their other ends disappearing into the void, started to rattle and crackle.

Bang!

After holding up for half a moment, the six chains suddenly exploded, fragmenting into pieces of light dust that scattered into the air.

However, before the prideful smile could bloom on the boy's face, six identical light chains wrapped around him once more, thicker this time.

"This..."

Ted was taken aback, looking at the Golden Dragon swinging its tail gently with apparent satisfaction,

"Try again!"

Roar~

Thus, the situation changed as the boy set aside his playful attitude and got serious. He let out a battle cry, and the chains that had trapped him for so long broke apart in less than half the time.

Crash~

The light chains appeared again, entangling the boy just as he took a step forward. This time Ted, without saying a word, relied on his robust Fighting Spirit and solid physique honed through rigorous training to forcefully break the Word Spirit.

Unfortunately, the cost of Noah using the Word Spirit was incredibly low, requiring only a bit of spiritual power and some negligible physical energy.

Most crucially, Noah discovered that by actively infusing power, the Word Spirit could become even stronger. However, it required time to accumulate power.

In other words, to unleash a stronger Word Spirit, he needed a period of power accumulation. Of course, the instant spell of Word Spirit was already powerful enough for him at present.

As stars filled the sky, the sweat-drenched boy hung in the air, looking like he'd just been pulled from water, his face pale and speechless, his energy completely drained.

"Do you still have any strength left now?"

Noah, in a great mood, looked at Ted.

"Noah, I'm about to break through. When I have the power of Golden Glory, this spell won't bind me."

The boy stiffened his neck, his voice weak but unwilling to concede, because it was so frustrating; he would rather be crushed with overwhelming force than be hung in midair like this, so humiliated.

"Say that when you actually have Golden Glory."

Noah canceled the Word Spirit, the light dissipated, and the exhausted boy fell to the ground, unable even to stand for quite a while.

"Sifreya."

"Coming!"

Little elves flew through the sky, bringing a floral cup for the boy. The rich fragrance of flowers spread through the air, the scent of the honey wine they brewed.

"Mmm~"

The honey wine slid down his throat, and the boy let out a satisfied hum, his once pale face quickly turning rosy, looking at the elves surrounding him, unable to resist asking,

"Can I have another sip? Just one!"

"Be content; you just drank the fruit of their hard work for half a month."

"I can pay."

"They have no use for that."

"But you could need it."

Noah glanced at the many elves with pleading faces, thought for a moment, but ultimately turned down the tempting request,

"They need it for themselves too; there's no extra floral honey wine to sell."

"Alright then."

Ted, feeling his strength return, stood up and no longer lingered on the topic. After a moment of silence, he stated his purpose for coming,

"I'm here to say goodbye. I'm going on a journey, embarking on arduous training."

"Where are you heading?"

This question wasn't asked by Noah, but by a little elf with transparent wings growing from her back. She flew onto Ted's shoulder, seemingly unbothered by the scent of blood on him. Over three years, the boy had developed a harmonious relationship with the garden's little elves.

"To the place my father once went."

The boy replied.

"How long will you be gone?"

This time, it was Noah asking.

"About one to two years, I think. It took my father six months to advance back then, but I might take longer."

Ted replied with a straightforward expression, showing no unusual emotion, but Noah listened with his scales furrowed.

"It's unnecessary to use your uncle as the standard for everything. Maybe you'll breakthrough in a shorter time."

Over the past few years, Noah knew the boy's every move, including any troubles, because the guy couldn't hide anything from him. Sometimes while he was sleeping, the boy would secretly share his worries with the garden elves.

Unfortunately, the elves had no sense of secrecy; whatever he confided in them, some mischievous eavesdroppers would later report back to Noah.

As a result, Noah knew the boy's worries and struggles.