Chapter 398 Traveling with the Silver Dragon (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus Update 2)

The dwarf elders cried and ran to the furnace.

It is impossible to refuse to create, even in this life; it is also impossible not to create. Bet on the reputation of the dwarfs for being good at casting for thousands of years, bet on the glory of Father God, since Gretel asked for it, he must do it!

There is no need to inlay gems or enchantments, nor does it require equipment level and lethality, nor does it require to withstand the bursts of many levels of warriors; all it needs is some scattered gadgets, at best with special shapes and higher precision requirements. The variety is a bit complicated and trivial...

fall!

How to inject that long needle!

20 cm long, 0.8 mm outer diameter, 0.5 mm inner diameter! It is not easy to make such a thin long needle hollow. It must be uniform in thickness, the inner and outer walls must be smooth, and the strength must be 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 and shake people off! Elders, all masters and craftsmen, all come here! If I want to be bald, I can’t be bald alone, we must all be bald together!

It won't work with just a hammer, it won't work with just flames, or at worst, it won't work with magic! Directly pray for God the Father’s blessing, use divine magic to shape it, and make what he wants!

The dwarf elders racked their brains and worked hard on Gretel's affairs. He didn't know whether he had this opportunity to go bald 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 group visits the dwarf kingdom. In theory, how many people should go and how many people should come back. Actually? Of course this is not the case!

The magicians who are with the group are no longer children. They need fighting ability and experience. From the dwarf royal court to the parliament headquarters, even if I travel alone, I can walk back smoothly. Even if there are occasional overturns, it is an inevitable process of a mage's growth. One or two losses are within the tolerance of the council.

Therefore, the parliament's management of magicians is not as strict as the management of diplomatic missions in Gretel's country in his previous life. As long as the trade negotiation task is completed and a few members leave the team to explore the wilderness, or go on a tour, the council does 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 brigade, can you run back by yourself? Can you keep yourself safe? What if there is a black shop along the way, or there is a robber on the roadside, or the Holy See sends assassins, can you save your life?

Besides, Archmage Carlisle has given many instructions to bring this person back well!

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 him every day, watching him wash his lungs until he can get enough...

With a sizzling sound, several crystal stones flashed at the same time on the edge of the long-distance small teleportation array. Once, twice, three times, the magic crystal dimmed and shattered, and a tightly fitted jewelry box with constellation patterns inlaid on all sides appeared on the teleportation array.

Archmage Serrano opened the lid of the box with his own hands, took out a gleaming treasure conch, and placed it on 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 in the sky light up on the four walls of the jewelry box, a hazy pearl-like brilliance spreads out from the center to the mouth of the precious conch.

"This is Nevis City, 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 made a mage salute:

"This is the Dwarven 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 is in pain. Old Sam spoke much faster and seemed to be in a hurry:

"This meeting has achieved excellent results, and the review committee will thank you 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 power increasing steadily, and are you feeling anxious?"

"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 look 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. Suddenly, the shell of the treasure snail trembled violently, and a series of chair legs scraped against the ground, 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 they couldn't see the other side, the magicians around them 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 asked abruptly. Archmage Serrano was stunned for a moment and quickly answered:

"Serella. Serrela Moonlight Fleissgritte."

"The light shines..." a low voice came from the other side. Archmage Serrano held his breath and did not dare to speak. Others did not dare to say a word. For a moment, there was a sudden and shrill explosion inside the snail. The sound was so sharp that everyone covered their heads and covered their 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 "sizzling" sound inside the conch, Archmage Serrano would almost have thought that the communication tool was broken, or that the other side had closed the communication. He forced himself to take a deep breath, then another deep breath, and listened carefully, and finally heard the extremely subtle and unusually rapid breathing coming from inside the conch.

Great, 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 instructions. According to the rumors, the Lord of Thunder is extremely concerned about Gretel, and it is indeed true. With this movement, could it be that the Lord of Thunder traveled thousands of miles and rushed directly to find the Dragon Clan?

"squeak--"

Another howl. Immediately afterwards, the pearl-colored inner wall of the treasure 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 dimmed, a dark brown, palm-sized wooden box lay quietly in the center.

Archmage Serrano gasped. This box looks very inconspicuous, but the wood it uses is Yin Zhenmu, a special plant that only grows in different dimensions. It has a strong ability to block magic fluctuations. Use it to deliver items...

What's in the box? Magic equipment? Or a one-time delivery product? How strong is it? At what level of magic item does a box made of Yin Fern wood need to be used to deliver it safely 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 Grete. The trade group then set off to return, leaving Gretel in the dwarf king's court, where the surgery was going on. The only thing that gave him a headache was the endless problems the dwarves had:

"Back off! Wash your hands again! Get dressed 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 other lung!"

"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 it, this is not Gretel, but the silver dragon girl with a boring face. The first time she saw lung washing, her eyes were full of freshness and she wanted to get into the dwarf's lungs; the tenth time she saw lung washing, she flicked her fingers and was eager to try; the twentieth time she saw lung washing...

"Gretel, these dwarves are so stupid! They can't learn this at all! Let me do it!"

"Don't make trouble..." Grete 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. Serila turned around 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 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 month. Half a month later, the silver dragon girl, whose patience was exhausted, still carried Gretel and embarked on the journey.

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