Chapter 690 Take It Off Later!
The guild's support arrived later than Gordon and the others expected.
On the eleventh day after the letter was sent, a high-speed airship finally appeared over the village of Sinard.
Gordon crossed his arms across his chest and quietly watched the slowly landing airship. He was not in a good mood at this time.
It takes about two days for the Peregrine Falcon to fly to Dongdoruma, and it takes about three days for the high-speed airship to fly from Dongdoruma, or at most four days. In other words, at least a week was wasted in Dongdoruma.
What to do? !
These days, Hayata and Feng Ying's life is not easy.
After lending the black dragon armor to Feng Ying, the mad dragon virus in Hayata's body lost its suppression and exploded extremely violently.
Although there was no abnormality on the surface, it could be seen from her limbs that twitched from time to time due to pain and her eyes that were completely bloodshot that she was just enduring.
Feng Ying also wanted to return the Black Eclipse Dragon Armor, but Hayata, who had experienced that kind of "rebound", refused.
It's not a good idea to switch equipment between the two of them, taking turns suppressing the virus, and then repeatedly facing explosive rebounds. It's better for her to take more responsibility.
Anyway, she has been coexisting with this virus for nearly a whole year, and she has adapted to it to a certain extent.
The empty boat docked at the edge of the platform on the top of the mountain, the gangway unfolded, and several people walked down.
Gordon raised his eyebrows, led his companions towards him, and punched the leader in the chest.
This punch was not all-out, but it was definitely not light. With a muffled "bang" sound, the silver-haired swordsman couldn't help but take a few steps back.
His expression was distorted for a moment, he coughed dryly, and said out of breath: "Cough cough cough...what's wrong with you?!"
Gordon bared his teeth and said, "It's a bit slow."
The visitor was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed Hayata's eyes that had almost completely turned purple, and Feng Ying's extremely ill-fitting black dragon armor.
With his quick thinking, he quickly analyzed the current situation and said apologetically: "Sorry, it did take a while, but don't worry, the problem of dragon disease will be solved soon."
Gordon then opened his arms and the two hugged.
"Long time no see, Brother Julius."
"Well, long time no see, Gordon."
Yin Bian and Bi Tou, the two hunting groups greeted each other, most of them were acquaintances.
Only Feng Ying and the newcomer Aiden (Brother Sunshine) didn't know each other, and the experienced spear user who looked to be in his forties was not very familiar with Gordon.
"This is Senior Will (pen-tip spear, no name), a Seven-Star Lancer. Before I joined 'our brigade', he was a hunter in the brigade, an old acquaintance of the leader, and a very powerful spear wielder. Hayata introduced Gordon and the others with a smile.
"I can tell." Gordon shook hands with the unsmiling spearman.
The opponent is equipped with a set of heavy golden armor. From the obvious guild emblem on the armor, it can be seen that this person, like Julius, belongs to the direct line of the guild.
As far as Gordon knows, in addition to the Guild Knights and the Guild Dark Night, the Guild also has a special force composed almost entirely of Lancers.
They belong to the guild knights, but they don't often travel outside. The palace knights who guard the Grand Old Hall are their members.
If the guess is correct, there is a high probability that this senior Will is also one of them, or at least once was one of them. Considering the other party's age and strength, there is a high probability that he has also served in important positions such as troop leader.
"Let's talk about pleasantries later."
The only woman in the pen hunting group, the light crossbowman Nadia looked at Hayata worriedly and said: "Hurry up and ask the professor to treat Hayata and the others."
A short figure swooped past everyone's legs and arrived in front of Hayata.
He pushed up the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, took a closer look at Hayata's purple sclera, and spoke very quickly: "Can you still maintain your sanity when you are infected to such an extent and can't be suppressed by medicine?
Your immunity to Dragon Disease is indeed very strong, but if you continue like this, even you will soon be unable to withstand it. "
"So is there a way to solve it, Professor?" Gordon asked quickly.
“There is no complete cure yet, but a new generation of agents has been developed to suppress the activity of the virus, which is more effective and lasts longer. However, the shelf life is short and the quantity of materials is limited and must be prepared on site.
This time we were preparing materials and special equipment for mixing potions, which is why we were delayed in East Doruma for so long. "
The professor's answer made Gordon and others heave a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere at the scene softened a bit.
The old man was always impatient. After explaining briefly and quickly, he turned back to the airship and shouted, "Assistant! Alva! Move down all the materials and mixing equipment!"
We also need a still and a separator. Those are too heavy to carry on the airship, but the apothecary master here in Sinard Village has them all.
Where did Guru Ikaspam or Guru Yamanaku live? Take me there! "
The professor said this last sentence to the elder who followed Gordon and the others. This old man seemed to be very familiar with the people and things in Sinard Village.
The elder didn't waste any time and led the professor towards the village.
Two figures followed closely behind.
Among them, Gordon, who was carrying big and small bags, was very familiar with him. Alva, a disciple of the professor and a member of the Scriveners Team, was once a frail boy but now has a somewhat strong appearance.
The other person the professor called "assistant" was the first time he met her.
She was a beautiful dragon woman, with silver-white half-long hair combed meticulously, and a delicate and complicated headdress that shone brightly, coupled with her elegant and calm steps.
She didn't look like a scholar's assistant, but rather like a noble lady walking out of a banquet hall.
Gordon didn't dare to look at her more, because Hayata, with red eyes, was standing next to her, although her red eyes had nothing to do with that lady.
"Senior Gordon."
"Ah?" Gordon, feeling a little guilty for some reason, turned his head suddenly.
Hayata didn't understand why Gordon reacted so strongly, but he didn't think much about it. He just said with a little surprise: "Senior Gordon, don't you think that assistant lady looks and dresses like that one?"
"That one. Ah, you mean the president of the Minagard Assembly?"
"Yes."
"Really."
"President Micheng is indeed very closely related to her."
Julius said: "That lady is an assistant researcher in the newly established Crazy Dragon Disease Research Institute, but her actual identity is the sponsor of the institute.
In short, she is a, well, difficult lady to deal with."
Ansel also added: "From the clothes and decorations, it can be seen that their ancestors are 'dragon nobles' from the Xiqi country. Now they have already taken root in the old continent and have a lot of resources and power in their hands.
But it has nothing to do with us."
Gordon shrugged, it was true.
"Hey, what weird things are you talking about, what dragon nobles?" Feng Ying, the only dragon among the crowd, showed off her differences from the "dragon nobles".
She was taking off her clothes carelessly.
"Feng Ying!" Hayata ran over to stop her.
Gordon scolded angrily: "Why are you taking off your clothes?!"
"Return the protective gear to Sister Hayata." Feng Ying said as a matter of course: "It will take a while for the potion to be made, so let Sister Hayata suppress the virus first.
And this shin armor is too uncomfortable to wear!"
Feng Ying kicked her pair of dragon-like recurved feet and muttered.
"Take it off later!"