Odysseus's thinking was simple.
This kid would surely make major contributions to the study of spatial magic.
He had never seen Enid, with her superhuman talent, admit herself inferior to someone else. He had never even heard that little girl sigh over someone else's talent.
She was one of the most gifted newcomers the Space Maintenance Department had seen in recent decades.
Stretch that span across this dragon's entire career, and she still ranked among the best—one of the few promising talents it had ever seen in its life.
Talented young people always carried a bit of pride, and Enid was no exception.
Any adjective that came out of her mouth to evaluate someone could safely be bumped up several grades.
"Not bad" meant passing, "all right" meant quite good, and "decent" already meant impressive. If she genuinely praised someone as amazing, she had definitely been shocked.
Odysseus itself did not possess the ability to sense microscopic fluctuations in magic power.
It could not judge the exact extent of Jia Xiu's talent, but its instincts told it that no amount of attention would be excessive.
What was the most expensive thing in the Third Era?
Talent!
In Odysseus's simple values, whatever someone had a gift for was where they ought to shine and give off heat.
Every kind of dragon could smell the purity of precious metals and the quality of gemstones.
So every kind of dragon had to hoard some precious metals and gemstones.
They had no concept of preserving or increasing value. They did not invest at all; they simply wanted them.
Since they already had that ability, would it not be a waste not to gather some Treasure to keep?
The world of dragons was just that simple.
They simply could not accept the waste of talent.