Chapter 129: "Hardworking" Bronze Dragon Group, "Hobbies"

"How is the homework done?"

The addition of a new member to the Champion Knights is a major event that will change the life level and future destiny of the centaurs themselves and their relatives, but for Diriel, it is just a trivial matter.

Diriel, who has become the Grand Lord of Sedellin, does not care about many things now. Among them, the homework he arranged for his younger brothers and sisters is one of them.

The bronze dragons, who are still in their teens, need to complete no longer their own spell homework. Under Diriel's arrangement, they have developed "interests" in the field of alchemy, so there are alchemy homework.

Thanks to the "interests" of these "diligent" bronze dragons, Diriel has gotten rid of some of his dependence on the elves and can independently manufacture some low-level alchemical weapons without having to customize all alchemical weapons from the elves.

This is also a matter of course. In the Sedellin Islands, apart from the elves, the most civilized people are the centaurs. At least they can use the resources around them to make weapons and leather.

As for mining ore and forging metal weapons, it was too difficult for the centaurs. Diriel still fished out a dragon clan from Dragon Island, and only then did he have a workshop that could forge metal tools.

But ordinary metal weapons could not meet the needs of his followers. The giants were okay. They basically exchanged alchemical weapons from the elves through their own efforts. Some of the wealthy even had alchemical armor.

However, when the dragonized centaurs appeared, the problem that made Diriel, the dragon lord, feel headache also appeared. His subordinates' production capacity was insufficient and they could not provide suitable weapons and equipment for his followers.

The weapons that the centaurs could make could not withstand the power of the dragonized centaurs. He couldn't let his followers charge for him with bare hands. Although it was not impossible, it was too wasteful.

For this reason, Diriel had to propose a deal to the elves. He did try to dig into the elves' corners and pry away the group of fire giants, but the dwarves among the giants abided by the spirit of the contract. Pure violent coercion was useless, and it was impossible to conquer all creatures by force.

Moreover, it was useless to pry away the fire giants. The weapons made by the fire giants could only be considered perfect alchemical weapons after being enchanted by the elves. It was not impossible to use them directly, but they were just rough weapons.

Therefore, Diriel provided the elves with a large amount of raw materials and many resources needed by the elves in exchange for alchemical weapons that could arm his champion knights.

The value of alchemical weapons is unquestionable, and Diriel exchanged for a full set of equipment including long and short weapons and armor. The value of each set is enough to exchange for a resource-rich baronial territory in the human kingdom.

At present, Diriel has only exchanged six sets of knight weapons, and now he needs to order the seventh set from the elves. This is an endless consumption that will continue to increase with the passage of time.

The weapons used by the giants will also be damaged and consumed over time. As the dragon lord, the giants' loyalty and followers, he also needs to be responsible for this, and he can't let the giants prepare their own weapons.

Therefore, when Diriel traded for the first set of knight weapons from the elves, he realized this and made two different preparations.

The first is to help his younger brothers and sisters "discover" their "interests and hobbies", and then teach them according to their aptitude, and arrange a lot of alchemy-related learning and homework for them.

Let the bronze dragons play their advantages as immortal species in the fields they are interested in, and try to help his brother get rid of the alchemy technology harvest from the elves as soon as possible.

"Brother, I have completed a greatsword according to your requirements!"

The bronze dragon Angelica, who found that Diriel, who suddenly appeared beside him, had completed the homework and made achievements, excitedly dragged a seven-meter-long greatsword to Diriel.

"Let me see."

Diriel took this alchemical weapon that was enough for ordinary ocean giants to use from his sister, and checked its effect with the innate identification talent of the dragon race.

Because it was under his "guidance" that his brothers and sisters "discovered" their interests and hobbies in the field of alchemy, so he did not give them too many learning tasks, but only asked them to make basic alchemical weapons as learning results.

Ding~

Dirrel stretched out his dragon finger and knocked on the sword spine, like a blooming rose, layers of complex light patterns emerged.

"Tough, sharp, and, fast?"

Dirrel looked at his sister who looked a little nervous and was surprised.

Because he was a beginner, his requirement was that it could be used, with the basic characteristics of an alchemical weapon, and able to withstand the power of giants or dragonborn.

However, he did not expect that his sister also gave him a little unexpected surprise, and also attached a basic alchemical inscription.

"Very beautiful work!"

Facing Angelica's expectant eyes, Diriel praised sincerely. What else can he say about this kind of over-fulfilled homework? Just praise it hard and it's done.

In this way, the younger sister can devote herself more fully to her "hobbies", learn and create better alchemical weapons.

"You can rest for five days."

"A short vacation!"

Angelica, who was already overjoyed by Diriel's praise, couldn't help but fly at this moment. She finally waited for the vacation.

Although it was only five days, which was not enough time for a normal dragon to have a good sleep, it was very satisfying for a dragon like her who had replaced sleep with meditation and studied with the habit of short-lived species for a long time.

"Ailuo, where is your homework?"

Direlle looked at his oldest brother. Under his gaze, the bronze dragon, which had reached a length of 16 meters, was a little timid. Although it was a dragon, Diriel saw a familiar shadow.

"What? You didn't make any? Even if it's a defective product, show it to me."

Although it was hatched from the same batch of dragon eggs, at this moment, Ailuo was just like a child with poor academic performance facing a strict father, wanting to escape but having nowhere to hide.

Under Dirielle's calm gaze, one after another, which could barely be called swords, or could be called curious metal artworks, were lined up in front of him.

"This is my homework."

Ailuo lowered his head in shame, looking extremely embarrassed. His sister could help his brother, but he was wasting materials and wasted nothing.

He clearly remembered how weak his brother looked every time he gave him his true blood. He had always wanted to do something for his brother. He finally waited for the opportunity, but even if he tried his best, he could only make bad failures.

Wow~

Direlle stretched out his dragon claws and moved the strange metal structures in front of him. Compared with these things, Angelica's sword was an exquisite work of art, and the gap was immediately highlighted.

If Ai Luo was not so bad, perhaps this sister had outstanding talents in the field of alchemy and weapon manufacturing, and it was not just an interest that appeared under his guidance.

"Can you arrange the order of manufacturing these works?"

Direlle fiddled with it, and his tone remained calm.

"Yes."

Although he didn't know what his brother wanted to do, Ai Luo, who was extremely guilty, still honestly arranged each of his failed products in the order of manufacturing.

"Not bad, you can see obvious progress!"

Direlle looked at it carefully for a while, and then spoke in an approving tone.

"Progress?"

Ai Luo was stunned.

"Although there is not a single qualified work, it can be seen that you are working hard."

"Second brother!"

After repeated failures, Ai Luo, who was full of guilt and even a little afraid to face Di Ruier, suddenly became a little choked up after hearing the recognition and praise of his blood relative.

"We are immortals, so we don't have to stick to the moment. You don't need to achieve obvious results in the shortest time. You just need to ensure that you are making progress."

Di Ruier's tone was gentle. The talents of dragons are different. After experiencing multiple failures and clearly showing guilt, this younger brother now needs comfort, encouragement and affirmation, not verbal attacks.

As long as a dragon with a lifespan of a thousand years is willing to spend time studying, what field can't it reach the pinnacle? As long as a dragon is willing to spend time studying, it is enough to become a master in any field, even if it has no talent.

"Just take a three-day break and relax. Calculating the time, there should be another batch of four-armed fishmen who have grown up. You can go and have a taste!"

"I will definitely work hard."

Although he felt ashamed and really wanted to make progress, he had to enjoy the leave given by his brother. Ailo followed Angelica, flapped his dragon wings, and left the alchemy workshop. At this moment, there was only one dragon left.

"Where is your homework?"

Dirrel looked at the last dragon in the alchemy workshop. Half of his body was trying to hide in a pile of extremely strange metal creations.

"Second brother, these are my homeworks you see. Although I failed, I also tried my best."

A dragon head poked out from the gap between the metals and said boldly.

He didn't expect a five-day vacation like Angelica. As long as he was given three days off and had a good meal of Shahua fishmen, he would be satisfied.

"..."

Dirrel looked at the pile of metal creations placed on the alchemy matrix, and his eyes gradually became indifferent.

If Ailo's work can barely be seen in the shape of a sword, then this pile of metal creations is completely unrecognizable.

"I asked you to make a weapon, so can you explain to me how you made these failed products?"

Dirrel stretched out his dragon claws and picked up a piece of metal creation with unknown purpose. Then he was surprised to find that this thing was actually made up of several pieces of metal and could move.

"Is this a weapon?"

Dirrel couldn't remember which weapon he asked to be made had parts that needed to move.

"This is the golem I made!"

Hardison's tone was proud and full of confidence. This was not a low-level alchemical weapon made by his brother and sister. He made a war golem.

"Golem? Ha!"

Seeing this brother full of pride, Direll sneered and threw the metal scraps in his hand to the ground with a dull sound.

"Why can't they move?"

"Because these are all failed products, I haven't finished them yet."

Hadison shrank his head and his voice became much quieter when he noticed that Direll's tone was wrong.

"Not finished? Well, what about the homework I assigned to you?"

"I'm studying the golem."

Hardison's voice became even quieter.

"So, you didn't do any of the homework I assigned?"

Tyrell's tone became gentle again.

"I made these golems."

"But they can't move."

"The golem is too complicated..."

Hades defended quietly.

"I didn't ask you to study the Golem."

"I think it's more meaningful to study golems than to make these simple weapons."

"Well, you are right. Since you have taken the initiative to study and study, as an elder brother, I fully support you. What you are making is a steel golem.

I will instruct them to provide you with the most materials. You are not allowed to leave here until you create the first golem that can move freely. "

Tyrell's voice became gentler.

"Ah, don't I have a vacation? Can't I have a vacation?"

Hudson was stunned.

"Holiday? What kind of holiday? Only useless dragons take holidays. How can a genius dragon like you waste time? You should spend all your time on meaningful things."

Tyrell stretched out his paw and patted Hardison's head. This youngest bronze dragon was completely dumbfounded. He had now realized what he was doing. He stretched out his claws and tried to pull Tyrell to beg for mercy.

"Second brother, listen to me, don't do this, listen to my explanation..."

Just the moment his dragon claws touched Diril, he passed through directly.

"No, second brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"Second brother!"

Hysterical wailing echoed in the alchemy workshop where only one dragon was left, but all the sounds were blocked by the alchemy matrix and could not be transmitted outside at all.

"I saw Iroh and Angelica coming out. Where's Hardison? Didn't you let him out?"

The dark green soup pot emitted an indescribable smell as the special stone spoon was stirred. In the palace that exuded a strong smell of vegetation, the dragon who was preparing the potion looked back at Tyrell, who appeared behind him through teleportation.

"He has found a hobby that he enjoys and doesn't need a vacation."

Tyrell glanced at the blackened soup and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. Just by smelling it, he knew how unpleasant this thing tasted.

"What does he like?"

Elena, who had become a pharmacist, turned around and looked at Tyrell with some surprise.

"Golem."