Chapter 394 Traveling with the Silver Dragon (Update 2 with Ten Thousand Rewards)
The dwarf elder cried and ran to the furnace.
It is impossible to refuse to forge, even in this life; if you cannot forge it, it is impossible. Bet on the reputation of the dwarves for thousands of years of being good at forging, and bet on the glory of Father God, since Gretel asked,
Must do it!
There is no need to set gems or enchantments, nor does it require equipment level and lethality, nor does it require to withstand the burst of many levels of warriors; all it needs is some fragmentary gadgets, at best the shape is special and the accuracy requirements are higher.
The variety is a bit complicated and trivial...
fall!
How to inject that long needle!
It is 20 cm long, with an outer diameter of 0.8 mm and an inner diameter of 0.5 mm! It is not easy to make such a thin long needle hollow. It must be uniform in thickness, smooth on the inner and outer walls, and strong enough to penetrate the periosteum without bending!
This is the craft of dwarves, not the work of us dwarves T_T
The old dwarf gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and asked his disciples to run errands! Elders, masters and craftsmen, all come over! If you want to be bald, I can't go bald alone, we must all go bald together!
You can’t just use a hammer, you can’t just use flames, or at worst, you have to use magic! Pray directly for God the Father’s blessing, use magic to shape it, and make what he wants!
The dwarf elder racked his brains and was worried about Gretel. He didn't know whether he had this opportunity to be bald or because another group of people had already turned gray because of Gretel...
"You go and contact the review committee."
"you go."
"You are the leader of the trade group."
"You are from the Plasticity department and a direct student of the Lord of Thunder."
"No, my teacher is Mr. Descartes' student. It's not easy for me to meet him..."
A trade delegation visits the dwarf kingdom. In theory, how many people should go and how many should come back? In practice? Of course this is not the case!
The magicians in the group are no longer children. They need fighting ability and experience. From the dwarf royal court to the parliament headquarters, they can travel alone and come back smoothly. Even if there are occasional mistakes, they are magicians.
The inevitable process of growth, one or two losses, is within the tolerance of the parliament.
Therefore, the Parliament's management of magicians is not as strict as the management of diplomatic missions in Gretel's previous life. As long as the trade negotiation task is completed and a few members leave the team to explore the wilderness or travel or something, the Parliament will not
care too much……
Except Gretel.
What kind of bicycle does a fourth-level mage want? No, what kind of freedom of movement does he want? If you don’t follow the group, can you run back by yourself? Can you guarantee your own safety? What if there is a black shop along the way, or there is a robber on the roadside?
Or if the Glorious Holy See sends assassins, can you save your life?
Besides, Archmage Carlisle has given many instructions to bring this person back properly!
Lord of Thunder is watching you…
Therefore, when the dwarf kingdom kindly invited Gretel to stay for a while and teach him the lung-cleansing technique, the trade group headed by Archmage Serrano immediately activated remote communication methods and asked the headquarters for instructions:
Is it to reject the request of the dwarf kingdom and bring people back directly?
Or should we place Gretel in the Dwarf King's Court and pick him up after a while?
Do you want to keep someone with you for protection? How long will it take to pick them up?
By the way, Grete also hooked up with a silver dragon, and now Miss Silver Dragon sticks to his side every day, watching him wash his lungs until he can get enough...
With a sizzling sound, several crystals flashed at the same time on the edge of the long-distance small teleportation array. Once, twice, and three times, the magic crystal dimmed and shattered. On the teleportation array, a tightly fitting jewel with constellation patterns inlaid on all sides appeared.
The box comes.
Archmage Serrano opened the lid of the box with his own hands, took out a gleaming treasure conch, and placed it in the groove on the top of the box. Then, he took out four extra large and pure magic crystals and carefully inserted them into the four corners of the jewelry box.
The fourth magic crystal clicked into place. Immediately afterwards, the constellation pattern on the outside of the box lit up one star after another, one silver line after another.
When all the stars on the four walls of the jewelry box light up, the precious conch emits a hazy pearl-like brilliance from the center to the top of the conch.
"This is the City of Nevis, the Supreme Jury of the Parliament." Inside Baoluo, a slightly distorted man's voice accompanied by a sizzling noise sounded:
"I'm Sam. Can you hear me?"
"Commissioner Sam." Archmage Serrano lowered his head slightly and performed a mage salute:
"This is the Dwarf Royal Court, and I am Serrano. Please speak."
"The review meeting read your message yesterday." This method of long-distance and timely communication is extremely costly, and even the review meeting was in pain. Old Sam spoke much faster, appearing to be in a hurry:
"This meeting has achieved excellent results. The review committee is grateful for your efforts. As for bringing Gretel back - how is he now? Has he advanced? Or, he has reached the threshold of advancement and is ready to adjust his status.
No? Is your mental strength increasing steadily, and is there any anxiety?"
"No, none." The magicians in the trade group smiled bitterly. Archmage Serrano sped up his speech and answered as concisely as possible:
"Everything is fine. Even if I don't advance, I'm not in a hurry. I've been busy teaching the dwarves how to heal. I don't seem to care about anything else."
"Where's the silver dragon?"
"I am very interested in him and very friendly. I have been around him these past few days and I don't seem impatient."
"The age and combat power of the silver dragon?"
"She has not changed back to her original form, so it is difficult to estimate. However, the combat effectiveness of the elf form is approximately between level eight and nine."
There was silence for a moment on the other side. Suddenly, the light from the shell of the treasure snail trembled violently, and a series of sounds of chair legs scraping the ground were heard in the sudden rising sound, accompanied by the awe-inspiring greetings of the magicians:
"Your Excellency, Lord of Thunder."
"Your Excellency, Lord of Thunder."
"Your Mightiness--"
Actually came in person? Archmage Serrano stood up reflexively. Although he couldn't see the other side, the magicians around him also stood up, bowed their heads, and stood solemnly:
"Your Excellency, we welcome your arrival——"
"What's the name of that little silver dragon?" the Lord of Thunder suddenly asked. Archmage Serrano was stunned for a moment and quickly answered:
"Serella. Serrela Moonlight Fleissgritte."
"The stream of light shines..." a low voice came from the opposite side. Archmage Serrano held his breath and did not dare to speak, and the others did not dare to say a word. For a moment, a shrill explosion suddenly passed through the inside of the conch. The sound was sharp, and everyone
Cover your head and ears:
What's wrong!
Something happened!
Is there a fight on the other side?
Or did he call out Yinlong's name and be killed by the other party?
There was silence for a long time. If it weren't for the slight sound of "sizzling" inside the conch, Archmage Serrano almost thought that the communication tool was broken, or that the other party had closed the communication. He forced himself to take a deep breath,
After taking another deep breath and listening carefully, I finally heard an extremely subtle and extremely rapid breathing sound coming from inside the conch.
Very good, the council is fine, the jury is fine. Archmage Serrano put his heart back into his stomach, exchanged glances with his colleagues, and did not hide his shock:
Fortunately, I sent a message to ask for permission. According to the rumors, the Lord of Thunder is extremely concerned about Gretel, and it is indeed not false. With this news, could it be that the Lord of Thunder traveled thousands of miles and directly rushed to find the Dragon Clan?
"squeak--"
There was another whistle. Then, the pearl-colored inner wall of the snail suddenly lit up:
"Open the teleportation array!"
"What? Ah! Yes, right now!"
Archmage Serrano touched the space bag, took out four small magic crystals, and embedded them in the energy positions of the teleportation array. The long-distance small teleportation array immediately shined brightly. When the light faded, a dark brown, palm-sized
The wooden box lies quietly in the center.
Archmage Serrano took a breath of air. This box looks very inconspicuous, but the wood it uses is Yinchu wood, a special plant that only grows in other dimensions. It has a strong ability to block magic fluctuations. Use it to
Pass items...
What is in the box? Is it magic equipment? Or is it a one-time teleportation item? How strong is it? What level of magic item is it that requires a box made of Yin Fern wood to be safely transported using the teleportation array?
"Give this box to Gretel." On the opposite side, the Lord of Thunder ordered simply:
"Then don't worry about it and come back as planned. If Gretel wants to stay in the royal court, let him stay. Silver Dragon... Hey!"
"……yes!"
Archmage Serrano didn't even open the box and gave it directly to Gretel. The trade group then set off to return and left Gretel in the dwarf king's court. The surgery was performed at an unknown date. The only thing that gave him a headache was that he was short.
People keep asking questions:
"Back off! Wash your hands again! Put on your clothes again! What about the law of sterility! If your hands are not clean, you are killing your fellow man!"
"Slow down the growth of vines! Slow down! If you are not sure, just use the secret eye to take your time! - Idiot, you went to the wrong door!"
"The middle part of the vine is swollen! - Stop! The swollen position is a little lower! From your position, water is still pouring into the lungs on the other side!"
"Don't panic, it's just a lack of oxygen! Pump out the water and blow oxygen into the other lung!"
"Ah... so boring..."
Don’t doubt, this is not Grete, but a silver dragon girl with a boring face. The first time she saw the lung washing, her eyes were full of freshness and she wanted to get into the dwarf’s lungs; the tenth time she saw the lung washing, she flicked her fingers and was eager to try it.
;The twentieth time I saw lung washing...
"Gretel, these dwarves are so stupid! They can't even learn this! You'd better let me do it!"
"Don't make trouble..." Gretel stopped her with a bitter smile: "What's the use of learning it? You can't help them treat them here all your life. Only when these dwarves learn it can they benefit their compatriots!"
"Hmph! It's boring! - Gretel, you promised to tell me why there is electricity in my heart, when will you tell me?"
"Wait a moment...wait a moment..."
Gretel smiled bitterly. Cerira turned and left:
"Hmph! It's boring!"
After she left, she didn't show up for two or three days in a row. Just when Grete thought she had gone home, the girl came in furiously, grabbed Grete and pulled her out:
"Have you finished teaching? - Come with me, let's go get the heart!"
"Wait, wait! Let me teach them for another month!" Gretel struggled hard:
"Half a month! Ten days!...Celera, why do you smell like blood!"
"oops!"
As soon as Serila let go, she turned around and ran away.
Gretel's unexpected discovery bought him another half a month. Half a month later, the silver dragon girl, who had exhausted her patience, still carried Gretel on her journey.
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