Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

After confirming that they want to attend the banquet, Samir and Black went to the capital.Over the years, the area of ​​the capital has continued to expand, the resident population has increased, and businessmen and travelers of various races have come and gone in an endless stream.The streets are wide and clean, with neat houses on both sides. The governor of the capital probably has some obsessive-compulsive disorder. The eaves of each house are of the same height, and the sharp corners point in the same direction. From a certain angle, the eaves are connected into a straight line. The lines spread all the way to the location of the palace.

The roads in the royal capital are also very particular, extending in all directions, enough to accommodate two carriages driving side by side.There are a dazzling array of shops on the street, with all kinds of goods, and the hawkers are swaying enthusiastic smiles to everyone passing by.

Samir is going to buy a dress for Blake to attend the banquet, Blake's incarnation is really bad.

The goods here are far more colorful than those in Crimson Town. Samir and Black were not in a hurry, but wandered around the streets leisurely.There is a square in the center of the capital, with a row of statues. Samir looked at them one by one. There are stone tablets under the statues recording their great achievements.

The first man to use magic, the first emperor of mankind, the heroes who guarded the war, the great legendary magician Job Garcia, the founding emperor and the chief senator...

Samir looked up, only the statues of the founding emperor and the senator were there together, and there was a book between them, and they seemed to be discussing the contents of the book.Why can a senator be placed here? When Samir was wondering, he heard someone behind him say: "This senator assisted the founding emperor to rebuild the Northern Alliance 300 years ago. He used to be a priest. Today's Illuminati Church is said to be He held it up with one hand."

The current Church of Light has developed from the Northern Alliance to the Southern Alliance and the Beastman Empire, and it can be said that it has spread to the entire Redlas Continent like a prairie fire.So the person who supported and formulated the teachings must be great. No wonder he can place a statue in the center of the square, but why is he placed with the emperor...

Samir thought about it, and looked back, Rodster was standing behind him, his eyes fell on another statue.

It was Rodster who answered his doubts just now.

"Aside from that, the Senator and His Majesty are still in a partnership, they have been together for over 300 years."

Samir's chest felt cold when he saw him. This was not a metaphor, but a cold current welled up in his chest.

"Why are you here?!" Samir asked.

Rodster: "Buy some things, magicians also need to come out of the White Tower to see more."

Samir thought to himself, you didn't stay in the White Tower honestly at all, and then thought, what about the apprentices in the White Tower, they let the legendary magician come out to buy things in person, so they are not afraid of the turbid air pollution. Is it the soul of the magician Gao Jie?Even if the legendary magician didn't care, what would ordinary people do if they saw such a big man and fainted from fright!

Rodster looked at him with a half-smile, and he could clearly see the strangeness in Samir's heart.

"Are you here to buy dresses?" Rodster said, "I know a store with the best dresses, and I'll take you there."

Samir didn't move: "Are you so kind?"

Rodster nodded slightly: "As representatives of the Dragon Clan, you have come all the way to the Northern Alliance. Even if I represent humans, I should treat the distinguished guests well."

Even Samir only learned about the representative of the Dragon Clan from Black, and I don't know where Rodster got the news.If Rodster came here specifically to stop him, Samir felt that he was being self-indulgent.The statue of the last legendary magician is still next to him. How could this kind of person who will be on the statue sooner or later be so free to embarrass a little dragon for him.

Samir: "Then I will trouble you."

Black lay on top of Samir, with his chin resting on his shoulders. If it wasn't for the cold weather, Samir would have pushed him away: "My dear brother, who is he?"

Samir silently pointed to the statue of a legendary magician next to him.

However, Black could neither read nor distinguish the different face shapes of the statue and Rodster, so for a moment he thought that the statue was Rodster.

He turned his head and asked in Samir's ear, "Why do they like to turn themselves into stones and put them there?"

"Because I want to remember certain people and certain things." Samir said: "Human life is too short, so in order to let later people know what happened before, we have to engrave words on stones, or Powerful heroes turn to stone. And when their descendants look at those records, they can not only know what happened in the past, but also have the same emotional connection with the past. This is how the human race can continue to this day."

Blake shook his head, half understanding.

Rodster took them to a shop that was very expensive at first glance, and there were various dresses on display inside. The staff greeted them with just the right smile, and saluted Rodster: "Lord Freian."

Freian was Rodster's surname, and the staff of the clothing store actually knew him, which showed that Rodster really wasn't a person who locked himself in the White Tower every day with magic potions and various spells.

Rodster pointed to Blake and said, "Get him a suit."

The staff looked Blake up and down, and then accurately found the dress that suited him, a set of black gorgeous robes, with heavy decorations showing a wide structure.

Black was dragged by the staff to try it on. There were knocking and bumping sounds and Black's shouting from time to time. Presumably, the black dragon could not adapt to the complicated dress design at all, and maybe he had already started a fight with the dress at this time.In Samir's mind, he imagined how Blake would change into a dress, and Rodster said, "You should buy one too."

"Huh? I can use Transfiguration."

Rodster smiled: "So, the clothes you are wearing now are also the result of Transfiguration?"

"Of course." Transfiguration is convenient and easy to use, and Samir is very satisfied with it.

Rodster said thoughtfully: "If reverse deformation is performed on you, the clothes on your body will be gone."

"Who would use such magic on me!" Samir looked at Rodster warily, there was no guarantee that this perverted magician would not do such a thing: "Okay, I'll buy one too."

Rodster said briskly to another staff member: "Give him that white dress."

The staff brought Samir into the changing room and asked him to put on the white dress. Samir was holding the silky fabric, and he could imagine how it shone in the sun.He has studied human culture, but has never worn a dress. For him, Transfiguration is enough to meet most needs.

Samir changed into his gown and walked out.

Rodster was sitting cross-legged on the seat specially prepared for VIPs, tapping the armrest lightly with his bony fingers, and looking towards the street outside the store.His long black hair hangs down, sticking to his pale and sharp face, his black pupils are motionless, his thick and slender eyelashes hang down, his thin lips are slightly pursed, exuding a mysterious and quiet atmosphere.If he can keep this posture motionless, and then lift it directly to the center of the square, it will definitely be regarded as the brainchild of a certain artist.And his skin is so cold, there is no difference among those statues.

Even without mentioning his identity, Rodster is a guy who can attract everyone's attention just by his appearance and temperament.

Hearing the sound of Samir coming out, Rodster turned his head, his dark pupils were fixed on Samir, his fingers stopped, and then he showed a smile with unknown meaning, and said, "Isn't the friend by your side Should have found out earlier, you really don't look like a human at all, "

Samir didn't know if he was scolding himself, so he touched the corners of his eyes and forehead, which were smooth, with no sharp horns or scales protruding.This dress, unlike Blake's, was very fussy and long and slender.The white gown is cinched at the waist with golden silk thread, accentuating form and line.The sleeves are long and flared, and the neckline is triangular, exposing the collarbone and beyond.The layers of drooping pleats were almost dizzying, but the gown was made of excellent fabric and had layers of cuffs that flowed so well.

Not to mention the various embroideries and jewels on the clothes. When Samir walked around, there was even a jingling sound.

The eyes of the staff in the shop lit up, they praised repeatedly, and sincerely sighed: "This dress is made by the master with painstaking efforts, but no one has been able to wear it out of its temperament, and no one is more suitable for this dress than you... No, this dress just brings out your aura, it's really suitable." Samir himself was quite satisfied with the dress, he lowered his head and straightened the cuffs, this small movement also triggered a slight tension between the gemstones. crash.He saw a pale and slender hand holding his wrist. Rodster held a pair of white gloves in his hand and put them on for Samir himself.

Samir's hands were also very white, but it was definitely a shiny, very healthy white.Those hands can shoot arrows with a bow, hammer undead creatures with a staff, and cut off dragon scales with a sword. Every muscle contains infinite power.

"It's a set," Rodster explained, slipping both gloves on for him.

"oh oh."

After Rodster put on the gloves, he didn't let go. He looked at Samir thoughtfully, his eyes fell from his blue eyes to his bright red lips, from his slender neck to his deep collarbone. Getting down is a total visual treat.

Samir quietly exerted force, but did not break free, and the cuffs made a clanging sound.

When he was thinking about what the legendary magician was suffering from, Rodster suddenly asked, "Have you ever raised a cat?"

Samir: "...I've only ever raised unicorns."

Rodster looked at him, the temperature of Samir's palm passed through the glove was also warm, reminding him of the cat he touched before, it was also warm, fluffy and soft, but it would turn over and give you a paw at any time, Leaving bloody scars.

"Actually, I came here specially to find you today." Rodster said.

Samir looked at him suspiciously: "How did you know I would be here?"

"Prophetic magic."

Is prophecy magic used in this kind of place? !As a majestic legendary magician, can he do something serious?If you are free, why don't you contribute to the human race?

"I became a legendary magician, not because I wanted to contribute to the human race, but mainly because I was too talented, so I was promoted accidentally." Rodster said nonchalantly, making people want to stuff him into the alchemy table to melt and temper Then ask: "Do you want to get the dragon egg back?"

Samir immediately became alert and cheered up: "Of course."

"Let's make a deal. If you make me happy, I'll return the dragon egg to you, and the grace of saving my life will be canceled."

Samir immediately vetoed it: "To make you happy, this request is too vague. It is entirely up to you to achieve the goal. This is not a fair transaction."

"Is there any fairness between us?" Rodster tapped Samir's chest: "Besides, I am a person who is easy to be happy."

Samir looked at Rodster with an expression of "Are you kidding me?" His dark pupils absorbed all the light and never showed any real emotion.

This legendary magician has been No. 300 in the Northern Alliance for 1 years. Who can figure out his thoughts.

But this is a breakthrough after all, although Samir thinks it is more likely that Rodster is just teasing him.

"Then please be more specific, Mr. Legendary Magician. After all, I am only good at making people angry, and I rarely make people happy."

"Aren't you good at pleasing others?"

"No, most people end up hating me."

"For example, the Holy Son?"

Samir's eyes sank: "Ai Lu told you."

"That's right, I think it's interesting that you are trying so hard to pursue others." Rodster said with a smile, "Come and try to please me. I want to see how far you can go."

Samir finally withdrew his hand, covered his mouth and pondered for a moment: "I didn't expect that the legendary magician would be reduced to this level. Could it be that no one likes you for so many years..."

Rodster was not angry: "I won't be happy if you say that."

Samir suddenly took a step forward, almost sticking to his chest, looking up into Rodster's eyes.At such a close distance, Rodster could clearly see the azure pupils and the deep and shallow azure blue of the irises, just like the blue ice crystals formed in the starry sky.

Rodster unknowingly fell into those blue pupils, as if floating aimlessly in the pure blue sky.He was in a trance for a moment, and soon came back to his senses, hearing his heart skip a beat.

Is this... some mind magic?

Samir also took a step back at this time, and said with a smile: "Master Legendary Magician, your eyes are beautiful."

Rodster asked with a smile: "Did you agree?"

Samir looked at him with sparkling eyes, like a cat that occasionally rubs against humans: "Then can I just call you Rodster?"

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