Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Anne's request was quickly approved, and her personal wizard tower was allowed to be built next to the Gillianis Research Institute, much lower than the tower of Exuri, to ensure that the little dragon's home would still be the tallest building here.

This has another advantage: if Anne encounters any problems when learning magic, no matter whether the person in the institute is Gillianis or Ron, they can give her enough help in time, and if she is willing to take the initiative to participate in the course, the moon elf will always welcome her to audit.

"That's not very nice of you to do. You didn't even ask for my opinion."

After Annie left happily, a silver-haired figure appeared behind Ron as if it had always been there.

The djinn Sunak looked at the female elf with shock and fear, then quickly turned into a whirlwind and disappeared into the depths of the factory. Compared to Ron, who occasionally liked to joke about stories like oil lamps, this moon elf made him feel more palpitating.

Although Gillianis never said anything threatening, Sunak always had a feeling that she could imprison it at any time and make it her personal plaything.

No one would notice its disappearance, not even Ron...

"This guy hides every time he sees me. Am I that scary?" Gillianis looked at the place where Sunak disappeared with some amusement. This was at least the third time in this week.

If she wanted to harm this air djinn, it would be useless even if Sunak escaped. Gillianis could even give it a few centuries to hide before looking for it, and finally make it give its freedom to her obediently.

Simply hiding away in the depths of the factory isn't going to solve anything - we're not even out of Greenswamp yet!

"Come to think of it, it's my fault. I probably told it the story of the wishing oil lamp too many times." Ron shook his head and smiled. "Why did you suddenly appear here? I remember you should be teaching Exuri at this time."

"Why, you don't like Annie's suggestion? It's not too late for me to persuade her now. It would be bad to wait until she has laid the foundation."

"It has nothing to do with her. I don't mind having another neighbor, especially a very talented girl." Gillianis chuckled. "I'm here to report to our Lord on the progress of the young dragon's education."

"Perhaps you have no idea, but today marks the end of another full month that he has been entrusted to my care, and today is the day of his exam."

Watching Gillianis skillfully pick up a crumpled test paper from the air, Ron's attention was immediately drawn to it. In the lower left corner of the test paper, there was a footprint (or handprint) made by a young dragon using magic, and right above the paper was the handwritten signature of Xuri: Xuri Druseno, which means "Xuri of Delusion Land".

This test paper is just a test paper now, but if it is properly preserved, after a few hundred or thousand years, when Exuri grows into an adult dragon, this test paper with his real name and handprint will become a powerful magic prop. This is just a monthly test paper, and by that time, Ron dare not imagine how many such props he can accumulate!
But... Ron caught a glimpse of the less than ideal number behind the young dragon's real name. The full score of the test paper that Gillianis printed for Exuri was 4 points, corresponding to points for each of the eight wizards' common schools and natural religion knowledge. Ron looked at the three-digit number starting with "" and wondered in his heart whether he would be so shameless as to throw away this failed test paper as a magic prop in the future.

Not even half the score? This is too miserable!

"You see," Exure's elf mentor handed over the test paper, "Over the past two months, as we have gradually stabilized, his grades have steadily begun to decline. At first I thought it was a problem with his previous foundation, but now it seems to have nothing to do with that."

"Aikzuri is... partial to one subject."

"Protection School 32 points, Prophecy School 19 points, Necromancy School 91 points..." Ron glanced at the scores Gillianis had given at the end of each part of the assessment and roughly understood what was going on. It was obvious that Axuri had an extraordinary talent in necromancy, but in other aspects... he was basically lame.

This was not too surprising to Ron. When Axuri was controlling the ghost, his talent in the undead was evident. However, Ron did not expect that he was so bad at learning other aspects.

"But this can't be entirely blamed on him," Ron tried to save some face for the nine-year-old "big friend." "I remember you taught him the knowledge of the School of Prophecy not long ago?"

"The golden dragon who taught him before me has already taught him some basic knowledge. Besides, I haven't given him any difficult questions that are beyond the scope of the curriculum. These are all the knowledge I have taught him during this period of time. It is obvious that he didn't listen to everything, otherwise he would definitely not have only 19 points."

The moon elf extended her slender index finger and tapped a spot on the test paper: "The judgment questions here alone are worth more than 19 points!"

"Although true dragons have a long lifespan, I don't need to be so anxious. But this is the second point I want to tell you: I found some unusual traces on Exuri's body," Gillianis raised her hand and used arcane magic to conjure runes of various shapes in front of Ron. "These are what I found on him. These runes have no practical meaning when taken alone, but when combined together, they will limit his development."

"What's even more fatal is that these runes were not carved on his body by rough means, but were integrated into his blood in a special way. As he grows older, these runes will gradually appear, slowly blocking his space for learning and growth."

Gillianis spoke in a low voice, trying to make Ron understand the seriousness of the matter: "This method is very secretive and insidious. I have no idea who did such a cruel thing to him, but the only conclusion is certain: if we do nothing and just let him develop, one day his intelligence and knowledge will be completely sealed, and he will become a stupid beast like those white dragons in the polar regions!"

"Even the few talents he showed in necromancy will slowly fade away in the future!"

Gillianis said this very seriously. Although the white dragon she used as an example was not inferior to most intelligent creatures in terms of intelligence, and was even smarter, compared with the black dragon and her, the spellcaster, the word "stupid" was not a slander. (End of this chapter)