Gretel really hopes that one day, she can hold Serira's hand and tell her that there is a dragon's nest. She can freely return to her dragon shape, spread her wings, stretch her neck, spin in circles, and roll.
You don’t have to move around in human form and can’t stretch out. When it’s time to sleep and advance, you still endure the drowsiness and run around to find a suitable place.
Not to mention this, you still have to work hard to bargain with others, and even sell your right to be studied, just to be able to afford the Dragon's Nest Hotel!
When has the little princess of the Yuehui family ever suffered such injustice?
Of course...you still have to think carefully about your wording. Otherwise, it will sound very similar to the familiar sentence from the previous life:
"Serila, this is the fish pond I contracted for you..."
The fish pond at least has benefits, but the dragon's nest is just a sacrifice without any benefits. Even if you throw a bunch of gold coins into it, apart from making a tinkling sound, it will not proliferate, or produce small gold coins, or even
Not even a small silver coin can be born...
But it's a pity that we can't tell yet. Although the Dragon's Nest has been built (emptying the reserve funds of the Mage Tower), the owner of the Dragon's Nest has not returned yet. Miss Cerela Yuehui is still snoring in the Dragon's Nest Hotel.
Big sleep!
By the way, when will she sleep?
Didn’t we agree that it would take half a year or a year? It’s already been more than half a year!
Gretel once again ran to the Dragon's Nest Hotel. This time, Josh Pennington, a sixteenth-level mage from the Conjuration Department, was still rooted in the research room near the hotel, leading his team to sweat profusely.
"Hey, Master Nordmark, you're here again~"
Archmage Pennington showed Gretel a tacit, even teasing smile. Just after he said this, the instrument behind him started beeping. He turned his head and rushed back:
"Hurry up! Hurry up! This waveform is very critical!" the archmage roared, his eyes that were smiling just now suddenly turned blood red:
"Hurry up and record the changes in elemental composition! Every time this waveform appears, it will be accompanied by rapid growth in body length and weight. It is important to record it!"
The research room was the size of two classrooms, with a bunch of instruments of various sizes lined up against the wall. The operations, records and calculations performed by more than a dozen magicians were shouted at by the Archmage.
The dog jumps.
Archmage Pennington roared and ran around. Seeing that the waveform on a certain light screen became regular, he walked back slowly and smiled:
"Mage Nordmark, don't laugh at us. This waveform is really too rare, and it only appeared five times in half a year! The first time and the second time, we didn't understand the pattern, and we didn't remember some of the data.
Come down..."
Gretel stared at him silently. One second, two seconds... Finally, Archmage Pennington scratched his gray hair and laughed:
"Well, Master Nordmark, I'm really sorry. I can't help it. The opportunity to record the advancement of dragons is too precious. The last time the council did this research was..."
He suddenly swallowed back the next words. Gretel stared at his disheveled hair and complained silently:
Okay, looking at you, I guess you won't be able to do this subject in a hundred or two hundred years? Have you forgotten everything?
It's a pity that before negotiating the price with them, I forgot to check the papers in the big library to see how many papers there are in related fields, how many years ago the most recent papers were, and what the research results were.
If we check it and find that the earliest living observation data was hundreds of years ago, or that the recent data are all obtained from anatomy, maybe we can strive for better conditions for Serrela and reduce the number of observation items?
"Come, come, come and see the recent results." He was reflecting sadly, when Archmage Pennington had already raised his hand and pulled him inside:
"In the past half month, Miss Yinlong's length has grown quite rapidly. It is speculated that she has reached a period of rapid growth."
The Archmage clicked a few times on a certain instrument, and Grete immediately saw the instrument projecting a light screen, divided into three pieces, reflecting silhouettes in three directions respectively. He explained silently in his mind:
"Front view, side view, top view..."
Although there are three silhouettes with bumps and bumps, as if they have been gnawed by dogs, God knows why they are displayed like this. Archmage Pennington does not seem to take it seriously, and seems to be used to it. He presses it twice more, and the silhouettes in three directions quickly appear.
Rotate, combine.
Grete suddenly raised the corner of his mouth:
Isn’t this what his CT thought?
Use the measurement data from various points and directions to piece it together, and finally get the outer contour!
Sure enough, Cerela's figure began to appear in the light and shadow. There was only the outer outline, no details, the part wrapped by the dragon wings, the part covered, and the part pressed under the body were not distinguished.
Obviously, these magicians of the conjuration system abided by the contract and only used visible light for measurement.
However, when Cerela slept in dragon form, she folded her wings and curled up into a ball... In that case, 100,000 silver coins would be enough to make a bed...
Gretel thought silently.
"Miss Silver Dragon's length has grown from 14.5 meters to 16 meters in the past half month." Archmage Pennington quickly explained:
"This is the data we measured because she was curled up all the time, so this length does not include most of the head and neck, but does include a small part of the tail."
Always?
Is sleeping really that good?
Grete stared at the screen suspiciously. From the tone of Cerela's voice, it seemed as if she used to sleep and often turned sideways when she fell asleep!
"...It is speculated that her length should be close to 20, or even 21 meters, which is very close to the data of an adult dragon. Her weight has not increased much, and she has even lost half of it recently, but it is accompanied by changes in the wind element..."
Having said this, Archmage Pennington began to pull out his hair again. He moved to another instrument, operated it a few times, and produced a curve for Grete to see:
"A month and a half ago, Miss Silver Dragon's weight reached its peak. It is speculated that it was due to a large amount of eating that she began to lose weight slowly. Over the past ten days, the rate of weight loss suddenly accelerated, and at the same time, wind elements suddenly began to gather in large quantities,"
He sighed in distress:
"Oh, if this happens, the weight measurement will be inaccurate..."
If the measurement is not accurate, then the measurement is not accurate, which is good. Grete finally felt a little happier:
If it wasn't helpless, he didn't want Cerela to be observed and measured like this. Things like body length, tail length, wingspan, and weight. These are girls' privacy and should not be left to anyone.
knew!
Hey, there will be a dragon nest in the future. If Cerela wants to advance, she can advance in her own mage tower, which is safe and private!
In another sense, uncertainty is good news:
Silver dragons are born with the feather falling technique, and when they reach adulthood, they can gain the ability to "control the wind element". The accumulation of wind elements in large numbers should be an inevitable process in the process of adulthood?
"What did she eat during this time?"
"Miss made no request." Archmage Pennington sighed in distress again:
"Before, there would be notes passed out, or shouting through the microphone, and we would prepare according to her request. In the past few months, there has been no request. We have sent in large quantities of Warcraft meat according to past records.
Crystalline minerals and metals…”
But I don’t know if she has eaten, how much she has eaten, and what she has chosen. I don’t know if she will take it away. Gretel silently added to him.
With Serira's personality, she may not like Warcraft meat, but if she doesn't finish the shiny magic crystals and metals, she will almost certainly pack them away.
How big is Serira's space equipment reserve? Gretel has never asked. She only knows that she has never worried about not having enough equipment...
"Teacher! She has made some noise!"
Someone suddenly shouted from one end of the room. Immediately afterwards, almost all the instruments shouted at the same time:
"Beep beep beep"
"Ooooooooooo~"
"Toot toot toot"
Archmage Pennington no longer cared about talking to Gretel and flew over. Gretel looked around, and for a moment, his heart started to beat:
The way the equipment in the room is buzzing and the lines on the screen are jumping around is so similar to the ICU and the busy emergency room in the middle of the night!
Although he couldn't see the patient, the frequency of the instrument was enough to make him nervous!
Grete looked around and rushed to the original instrument. On the instrument, the dragon shadows fitted with light lines had indeed begun to change drastically:
The broad dragon wings unfolded, flapped once, and flapped again. Then, the whole thing turned on the spot, turning from straight to sideways. After turning 90 degrees, it suddenly rolled on the spot, and the dragon wings unfolded again.
The two ends of the dragon's wings and the slender dragon's neck are pressed against the ground at the same time. They stretch as hard as they can and straighten their backs, forming an arch bridge.
Gretel: "..."
Serira, where did you come up with so many magical sleeping positions? If it were in human form, I could understand this posture. But in dragon form, it would be easy to break your neck!
The little dragon made of light and shadow turned left, right, and circled. After a while, it suddenly landed on its feet again, flapped its wings and raised its head. It raised its head to the highest point, opened its mouth, and tried to move upward.
"Our receiver!"
A magician screamed and jumped up. Next to him, another middle-aged magician sighed and patted him:
"My condolences. By the way, you haven't gotten used to it yet?"
Cerela is awake?
In other words, is it a torment while half asleep and half awake?
Gretel was not sure for a moment, and just stared at the screen, hoping to see more details. Not long after, a red light on the wall suddenly turned on, and a familiar, clear and loud sound resounded throughout the experiment.
room:
"I'm awake! I'm hungry! I want to eat!"
"Miss wants to have a meal! Go and get ready!" Half of the magicians jumped up and rushed out of the laboratory. Gretel rushed in the opposite direction with them, threw himself in front of the instrument that made the sound, lay down on it and shouted:
"Cerela, are you awake?"
"I'm awake!" Fortunately, this instrument can transmit sound in both directions. Cerira's voice immediately rose to a high pitch, surprised and delighted:
"Gretel, are you outside? Where are you?"
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