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Thus, when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a man, it always first frustrates his spirit and will, exhausts his muscles and bones, starves his body and skin, leaves his body empty and worn... Muria inexplicably remembered an article he had memorized in his past life, and then, his gaze towards his son became even gentler.
"Child, don't blame your father for being harsh, since you are destined to become an emperor, then you must become a great one, one of noble character—a sage king. But with your current identity, this will be difficult."
"What are you thinking of doing?" Michaela sensed that Muria seemed intent on doing something questionable and stepped forward, intending to take her son out of Muria's hands.
"I just want him to become a great emperor!"
"So?" Michaela looked at Muria.
"I believe that the existing education of the Dragon Race, Blazing Sky God Race, or Titan Tribe, none are suitable for Aeolus."