After eating, the Black Dragon's eyes drooped with sleepiness, his eyelids as heavy as if carrying rocks. He staggered over, curled up on Jasmine's knees to find a comfortable position, and sank into a deep sleep, his breathing even, not wanting to move anymore.
It seemed that his body was concentrating all its energy to digest and absorb this magic-rich meal.
"Is it very difficult for ordinary people to digest magical food?" Jasmine looked at the soundly sleeping Black Dragon, touched his forehead and found it slightly warmer than usual, and asked with a bit of worry.
"It should be said 'absorbing', absorbing the magical energy inside the flesh and blood." The butler elegantly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and explained: "I heard that in the past, to cultivate mages, major noble families would feed their children foods containing magical elements from a young age. This had a high probability of enhancing the children's magical affinity, helping them sense magic better."
