"Annie, this is Ragnaros - you can call him Little Screw!"

The small ragnaros made from the flames of Suffron looked like a decent one and quickly caught Anne's attention.

Compared to the dumb-headed Tibbs, the little screw, who obviously wields a small hammer and speaks in a milky voice, is more pleasing - but Tibbs is left by her mother to Anne, and Anne wants to play with Tibbs, and Anne is very entangled.

And Greg, who was watching everything from the sidelines, was completely dumbfounded.

Although Rod had tried to control the flames of the little screw, the floor was still scorched everywhere he walked - and that was terrible enough in Gregor's opinion.

A mage who can create a talking magical creature out of thin air with a wave of his hand and without chanting a spell is unheard of!

After a slight moment of astonishment, Gregor let down all his guards.

At this time, Greg was already clear that his vigilance was meaningless - let alone his current self, even when he was in the Northern Legion, he had no chance of winning in the face of such a powerful mage!

Seeing that Greg had corrected his attitude, Rod nodded in satisfaction.

Choose wisely.

"Annie, go play with Screws and Tibbs - you see Screws is scorching the floor despite trying so hard to control himself, you better go out and play." Greg wisely pushed Anne away, "Remember to come back for dinner later!" ”

Hearing what her father said, Anne happily carried Tibbs and hopped out of the cabin with the little screws, which were brisk and the little screws left a series of burning marks on the floor.

Only Rhodes and Greg are left in the hall (well, and Jana who is accustomed to silence).

"Can you tell me your story?" Rod looked at Gregor, who was a little depressed, and waved his hand to lay a soundproof barrier, "Or, can you tell me the story of Anne's mother?" ”

"Amoline...... That's my wife, my love - as you might guess, she's a powerful mage who specializes in fire magic. ”

"Expected." Rhodes nodded, "And he's good at blood magic." ”

"That's not very clear." Gregor shook his head, "I don't know much about magic - I don't even know why she left me and Anne. ”

"Because of the curse." Rhodes narrowed his eyes, "There are traces of a curse on you, as well as on Tibbs, and she used some kind of magic to stop the curse from deepening, and at the cost of her own life. ”

“…… She is a kind person, although she has killed countless people in the North. Greg digressed to himself, "On the snowy plains of Freljord, we encountered the minions of the watchers, and my body has been weakening ever since, if there was any curse, it was probably then. ”

Rod nodded, not asking more.

"Then the Empire was going to fight against Ionia, and we chose to leave—it was a very happy time for us, until Anne was born with a serious illness, Anne was sick, and I was sick too, and Amorim was gone, leaving only Tibbs ......"

"Amorim doesn't like to talk to me about magic, she says that magic is powerful, but dangerous, and after leaving Noxus City, we haven't been exposed to magic for a long time, and even the flint is used to make fires, this kind of life is very simple, but also very easy."

"I don't have to sleep in cold armor every day, she doesn't have to lose sleep all night with headaches from overcasting, and I sometimes wonder if everything was like that......

"Amorien left me anyway, and in order to take care of Anne, I started a new family with Liana, but as Anne grew older, I also sensed the irrepressible power in her......"

"She needs a teacher to guide her." Rod interrupted Gregor's confession, "The power of magic is not something you can understand, and blind suppression and ignorant temptation will only cause immeasurable consequences. ”

"I see what you mean." Greg looked up, his face calm, "But Anne is my daughter, and I'm responsible for her safety." ”

"Now, it seems, you don't have the ability." Rod's words hit the nail on the head, "If her magic runs wild again...... I'm afraid everything will be reduced to ashes in the flames. ”

"But with all due respect, I can't trust you." Although Greg was already at a disadvantage, his tone was not at all, "I can't confirm your identity, let alone what will happen to Annie if you follow you, I can't give Annie to a mage who has only met once, even if you are far stronger than I imagined." ”

"Understandable." Rod didn't care about Greg's distrust at all, "I'm a little presumptuous to say it, but...... I believe that I am the best choice for her mentor. ”

"Why?"

"Because Orn won't accept her as a little apprentice."

“……”

Greg obviously didn't react to Rod's meaning, and after a long time, he realized that Rod was saying in disguise that he was the best at fire magic besides Orn.

Greg doesn't know much about magic, but he knows exactly who Orn is after fighting in Freeljord for many years.

This exaggerated description made Greg suspicious, but given that he didn't know much about magic, it was difficult for Rhodes to explain his state - after thinking about it for a long time, Rod pulled out a magic insignia.

"You know the pale lady of Noxus, right?"

"Lady Pale!?" Greg's eyes widened, "You're talking about the ...... of the Black Rose"

"That's right, it's her—that hapless fellow was once my captive."

As he spoke, Rhodes handed the magic emblem to Gregor, and on the unknown material, it was a black rose in full bloom.

This thing can't be faked.

(The emblem was obtained by searching LeBlanc after captive him.) ）

It's a pity that Greg doesn't know the goods.

Looking at Greg, who was still skeptical, Rod grinned a little helplessly.

Are you too low-key? Why is it so difficult to prove that you are good at this time?

However, just as Rod was rummaging through his space backpack, Greg unexpectedly spoke.

"Lord Olakire, I believe in you."

"You wait...... What the?! ”

"I believe in you, and I believe that you will be a good teacher."

Rod looked up in some surprise - he didn't understand, why did this guy suddenly change his attitude?

"Actually, it's very simple." Looking at Rhodes with a face full of disbelief, Greg sighed, "The reason is very simple, if you really have any other plans, I have no power to resist - although this is the Black Forest, the big fist is still the last word." ”

"What's more, as you said, Anne's magical talent can no longer be suppressed - I think you're better suited to be Anne's teacher than a mage from a few nearby settlements."