The Defeated Dragon

Having a meal and a bath, Lester did not choose to spend the night at Fireworks, but simply wore a jewel crown and rode Intangible Lombard to the Thorn Castle on Black Horse Island for the night.

He will soothe his elves and guard the gray-mouthed Iron Dragon Awn on Black Horse Island, ride a ride, and try to leave his own soul branding. Many days later, Owen's negative feelings towards him have gradually faded and he has begun to try to accept Lester's care.

Positive emotions are constantly warming.

“Ho!” Owen said of Lester's arrival for the first time.

So one dragon circled over Black Horse Island at night, not trying to develop too many skills, just trying to practice the dragon fighting secrets created by previous generations of Greymouth Iron Dragon knights. Lester, who wears a jeweled crown, feels like he's working with Owen, and his strength has really improved dramatically.

This artifact is of immense value and is made by an ancient Magic Mentor.

Of course, perhaps the gemstone crown would be better suited for the Magician, and then put it on Archer - he and Archer can wear it for whoever needs it, regardless of each other.

Sneak up to a few laps.

Returning to Thorn Castle, Thorn Elf Pilla has been waiting early in the castle's living room, along with Pea Elf Ash.

“Whoa, Lester, you didn't even come back to see me!” As soon as he pulled up, he complained aggressively.

“I heard you were asleep, and I didn't bother you.” Lister picked up Jura and put her on the table in the living room, and said solemnly, "Jura, you've grown up, it's time to take on more important responsibilities. I'm going to put the Butler of Thorn Castle under your responsibility. Are you confident? ”

Pullah squeezed his little fist, with his head open, and replied proudly: "Humph, those elves who dare not listen to me, whoa, Pullah let it taste the iron fist of justice! ”

“Don't be violent, be gentle.” Lister chuckled, presumably one day he accidentally appeared on the line and was taught to look alike.

"Aishi didn't do what she said," she whispered, beating him up like she did! ”

“Huh.” Ash laughed with the rope pulled aside, never afraid of pulling it, let alone accepting the little tantrum of pulling.

Perhaps the other elves feared Tila's mania and were helpless in accepting its hegemony, but this did not work with Ash.

Lester was lazy about how the elves were “fighting," and if they didn't fight, he would let go of his own flow - perhaps there was such a grumpy elf as a pull, so that the catfish effect could evolve faster, so that the elves in the castle wouldn't eat, drink, sleep, and die all day.

“Ash, how's the evolutionary training going with you touching Owen? ”

“I was just about to tell you, Lester, I feel like I've been doing great lately. But it's not enough. I want an Owen scale. Can you get it for me? ”

“You want an Owen scale, I'll try. ”

He attached great importance to Aisi's evolution, so immediately after Aisi's request, he found Owen: "Give me a piece of your scales. ”

“Ho!” No surprise, Orn strongly refused.

huala.

Lester backhand touched a red dragon water and handed it to Owen's mouth.

With a humming breath, Owen's eyes flashed twice, choosing to eat red dragon water, then shook his tail, shaking the smallest scale on his tail. Then he crawled to the ground and began to bury his head to sleep - perhaps afraid that he would not reject the temptation of red dragon water and sell his scales.

Pick up the scales, and Lester doesn't want the better - Grey Mouth Iron Dragon scales are huge, and the smallest scales are equivalent to a sink for Ash, enough for her to sleep with the scales.

“Thank you, Liszt. ”

“You're welcome, Ash. ”

“Whoa, nasty Ash, what are you holding, Lester, I want one too!” Pilla was very annoyed that Ash got Owen's scales.

Lester frowned: “If you also have a dragon you like, I will definitely give you a dragon scale. ”

“No, Pula doesn't like dragons! ”

“Then go to sleep! ”

……

Just as Lester was busy appeasing dragons and elves, the Son of the Sun's blood code report was soon presented at his desk.

In his spare time, he looked over the report, recording dense and numb experimental data, and felt a cranial pain just looking twice.

Turn directly to the end of the report and look at the conclusions, through the magicians' tedious and annoying records, to barely understand the true meaning of the blood code.

“Microblood-grain magic coat...”

According to the report, blood consists of tiny particles (about cells), whereas the sun's son's tiny blood particles, the outer layer of which encloses a coat of magic. Precisely an ultra-small magic array with the ability to self-replicate.

This layer of magic coat, in addition to self-replicating, dyes the Son of the Sun's blood all over the magic coat, and it also acts as a "key”.

It is the key to opening Druid Transformation Magic.

To gain a clearer understanding of the report, Lester called Chris Truth directly to explain to herself.

Chris, though mainly in administrative work, is still deeply aware of the Magic Society's cutting-edge magic research: “Your Highness, in simplicity, micro-blooded particulate magic coats should be the means of alchemists to exchange human blood with animal blood according to the principle that magic and matter can be exchanged. ”

“The exchange of human and animal blood? ”

“Yes, Your Highness, when human blood is exchanged for animal blood and combined with Druid magic, it immediately turns people into animals made up of animal blood. There may be limited research by the Sons of the Upper Sun, who only selected bears, leopards, eagles, dolphins, beasts, and trees for deformation. ”

“Since it's animal blood, what's wrong with turning trees? ”

“Human blood can also become a liquid in a tree, and then again can inspire Druid magic and become a great tree.” Chris now explains the principles of magic in detail, and to sum it up is -- seemingly fantastic, but really fantastic.

Not a general magician can study thoroughly and necessarily come from the hands of a magician in the Son of the Sun.

“I guess I get it.” Lister nodded - he didn't really understand, but being an erudite was not a good place to ask repeatedly.

Just let Archer explain to himself later.

Of course it doesn't prevent him from continuing to communicate with Chris: "So now that the Magic Guild has cracked the Son of the Sun's blood code, does that mean that all magicians can learn Druid magic? ”

“Uh.” Chris replied a little embarrassed, "Though we've figured out the principles, how the Son of the Sun Magic Master engraved magic in the blood is still impossible to decipher… so for the time being we still can't learn Druid magic. ”

Lester frowned: “Am I to understand that the Magic Society spent a lot of my investment and then studied a bunch of useless results? ”

“Your Highness, for the time being, Druid magic studies cannot really be of value. ”

“Then cut the money, I remember I asked you to cut the Druid Magic Research money once before. ”

“Yes, but many magicians in the Guild have a keen interest in Druid magic. ”

“To convey my order, Druid Magic Research funds are cut off by two thirds directly; ordinary magicians are forbidden to use Guild resources to study the project until they have been promoted to Grand Magician; Grand Magician must ensure that two thirds of his energy is devoted to research on topics published by the Guild, and offenders are expelled directly from the Guild. ”

Lester was a pragmatist, had little interest in reviving a downtrodden civilization, and Druid magic was not always better than the current magician system.

Besides, he intends to replace the magician with an archaeologist, much less revive Druid.

Druid's field magic can be studied. As for transformation techniques and so on, it seems interesting but of little practical significance. Even if the project is not one-size-fits-all, it will have to be drastically reduced.

He thought about it.

And added Chris: "Officially, I am writing to all registered magicians that I am not a charitable, unserviceable magician and have the option to go away… If there are magicians who neither want to go away nor want to work for me, I don't mind cutting them off and feeding them to their dogs. ”