With the full reward and the stimulation of a large amount of rare jewelry, Mr. Crowley, the royal tailor of the Royal Mage Group and the second-level transmutation mage, worked hard and finally made the clothes and jewelry that Serela wanted on time.
Of course, Grete's help is inevitable, including lending the dark gold skeleton and cutting the ice bear skin according to the lines drawn by Mr. Crowley;
Including threading the needle and thread, letting the dark gold skeleton help sew the ice bear skin, and adding various decorations on it;
And most importantly, help "read gems":
Use the magician's mental power to sense, comb, and stimulate the magic power inherent in gems. Various gemstones are important casting materials for magicians, as well as objects for burning and storing magic. The first step in burning magic is to sense
The inner condition of the gemstone:
What is the nature of the magic power solidified in this gem? Which direction is it biased towards? Is it lively and enthusiastic, or deep and stable? Which direction of magic is suitable for burning?
A gem that solidifies ice-based magic, and if you burn it with fire magic, it will explode for you in minutes! It's not impossible, but it requires extremely high control, and the gem burned in this way can only be used as a bomb.
…
In short, every gem must go through the process of "gem reading" before being inscribed. And the gems that have been read and inspired, let alone other things, in terms of light effect, are a level beyond the original...
Gretel also understood from this why magicians in this world don't pay attention to gem cutting. There is no need at all! Gemstones that have been inspired by magical power have their own light source!
Three days passed by, and finally it was time to be summoned by the Queen... Grete, Serira, and Pastor Joanna rode in the carriage provided by the council, followed by Grandma Salia's carriage, and rolled towards the Villa.
The other people brought by Gretel were riding in a simpler carriage, but also bearing the six-pointed star emblem of the Magic Council, and followed behind so that the Queen could summon them at any time.
Of course, the carriage crew did not include Bernard. The barbarian was wrapped in a traditional animal skin vest, carrying his precious big bone stick, and riding on Appa's back. Along the way, he walked through the city in a swagger, and everyone looked at him:
What kind of monster is this?
It’s so tall and big that it takes up the whole street!
Riding this kind of monster to the palace is so... so...
So barbaric!
The closer you get to the Villa, the more nobles' carriages are on the road. There is an endless stream of nobles who are summoned to have an audience, or who come to the palace to serve the queen on a daily basis, and they soon merge into a traffic flow.
The avenue outside the Villa is not very wide and can only accommodate two carriages traveling in parallel or in opposite directions. As Apa walks on it, he has to carefully avoid the carriages coming from the opposite direction...
"who is this?"
"A barbarian? The person the Queen summoned today, is there such a thing as a barbarian?"
"Let me see...the carriage in front is hung with the emblem of the Magic Council. No wonder these spellcasters have no respect for the nobles!"
"There's nothing I can do about it, magicians. They've never been as observant of etiquette as nobles. It's a good thing they didn't fly over directly to have an audience."
"Anyway, it's too..."
"Shh! Keep it down! You can't beat him! High-level monsters are spiritual. If it hears you talking bad about it, it will slap you, and you won't have anywhere to complain!"
The nobles along the way whispered to each other and looked sideways. Gretel didn't hear it at all. Cerira turned her ears around and was soon pulled by Gretel to point out the scenery on the avenue. After a while, the carriage arrived.
In front of the palace, guards soon came to guide:
"Master Nordmark? Please come this way, and everyone please come this way..."
Grete and the others followed his guidance, walking through the garden and heading into the palace. The villa was different from the main hall of the palace, and the entire garden was wrapped in the garden. It was early spring, and the eyes were full of goose yellow and tender green, which made people feel relaxed and happy soon after seeing it.
The terrain of the entire garden is flat, but the hedges and tree walls are high and low in a well-proportioned pattern. The flower beds are well-structured and set off with the scattered green spaces and pools, forming independent small landscapes. Cerela looked left and right, dizzying:
"Oh! This little fountain pool is so cute!"
"Oh! This shade is so comfortable!"
"It turns out to be a hedge of flowers here! It's a pity that there are only a few here and there. It would be even more beautiful if the flowers were in full bloom!"
In the garden, ladies holding small lace umbrellas and noble men in straight military uniforms passed by from time to time. When they saw them coming, they all stopped and watched. They whispered to each other, pointed, and then turned away before Gretel and others approached.
.
Serila was unaware of them and just enjoyed visiting them. For convenience, she took a carriage and entered the palace in just an elf ranger outfit. It was light and convenient, not luxurious. People with poor eyes looked at it from a distance.
Nothing can be seen except that she is an elf.
Along the way, everyone was handed over from the guards to the maids, and stepped into the majestic castle-like palace. After walking through the more than one thousand meter long corridor filled with portraits of royal family members, they were invited to take a break in the small hall.
As soon as the person walked away, Serila jumped up:
"Quick, quick! Where are my clothes? Where are my jewelry? I want to dress beautifully! Help me put it on quickly!"
Grete quickly patted the space bag, poured out all the clothes, and then pulled out a piece of light and shadow to separate the dressing room. The dark gold skeleton had a dress on one arm, and held a jewelry box in one bone hand.
Run over and run back again.
Joanna held back her laughter and stepped forward to help. Two nurses and two midwives were also busy helping her change clothes, comb her hair, and put on jewelry. She was still dressing up in a hurry, and the door of the small hall was blocked.
After knocking twice, a maid with a solemn expression opened the door and came in:
"Mage Nordmark? Aunt Thalia, Miss Fleshgret, Miss Joanna? Please come with me and prepare for the Queen's summons."
Her voice suddenly got stuck. The light and shadow fluctuated silently. Cerela held an ice bear skin cloak in one hand and walked out with a meteoric stride. Her hair, neck, ears, skirt, and all kinds of jewelry were shining brightly.
"Cerela? Are you dressed up?"
Gretel smiled and walked up to him. Cerira naturally stood beside him and tilted her head to the royal maid:
"Are you okay? Let's go!"
This interview was neither too formal nor too private. The Queen was sitting on her favorite armchair in the tea room, surrounded by a group of intimate maids, talking and laughing:
"Your Majesty, it is said that among the people who came to see you today, there is an elf!"
"Your Majesty, let us stay and take a look! I still don't know what the elf looks like!"
"Yes, it is said that they all use green leaves and vines to make clothes, and flowers to make jewelry. Thinking about it, they are very beautiful..."
Before she finished speaking, the door of the tea room was pushed open silently. Only two jingles were heard, and the coffee spoons in the hands of the maids closest to the Queen fell on the cup holders, making a few soft crunching sounds.
On Miss Elf's silver hair, diamonds shine brightly, sapphires are like blue sea waves, pearl crystal waves are swirling on the skirt, and the light of the jewelry even overwhelms the crown on the queen's head.
****
Please subscribe, ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendation votes, ask for book reviews, ask for all kinds of...