Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Even knowing these are unfinished stories, it still hurts to turn the last page.And most of the stories stop when the climax is about to come. Samir spent the whole night reading the manuscripts in the box. I fell asleep.

He really didn't get up the next day, and he was paralyzed on the bed unconscious until noon when he woke up with a jerk.

After washing in a hurry, he activated his badge and rushed to the White Tower, praying in his heart that Rodster was so busy that he forgot his existence, or that he was in a good mood today and could forgive him magnanimously, although he knew that this was probably unlikely.

When Samir appeared in the White Tower, Haas secretly pulled him aside and whispered, "You're finally here!"

Samir thumped in his heart: "What's wrong?"

"The teacher didn't know why today, but he was super angry." Haas said with lingering fear: "He scolded everyone who went to the top of the tower in the morning!"

Is the situation so bad? For a moment, Samir thought he might skip work today.

But obviously he was not a member of the White Tower at all, that badge was just a stopgap measure, and Rodster didn't even give him a salary!

"Why are you late today?" Haas asked.

Samir's mind was in a daze, and he said casually, "Look at Vivienne's manuscript..."

"Vivian?!" Haas's eyes lit up: "Do you also like the bard Vivian? I used to..."

Before he finished speaking, Samir's chest felt a chill, and he shivered uncontrollably.

Samir pressed Haas's shoulder and interrupted the conversation just now: "I'll go up first."

This sentence was quite heavy, and Haas felt the same way, waving his hand: "Go, brother."

Samir stood on the magic circle and was slowly teleported to the top floor. The higher he went, the stronger the pressure he felt.Stepping through the transparent passage, the door opened automatically, and he walked into the laboratory of the legendary magician.Rodster sat in front of the large experimental table, the hem of his black magic robe was spread on the ground, he had black hair, black eyes, and a cold and pale complexion, just like the villain in the story.

The villain, the Great Devil, watered the Lingsi grass, folded the reports on the table, and then looked up at Samir leisurely: "You are quite leisurely."

It took Samir a while to hold back a sentence: "I'm sorry, I went to bed late last night."

Rodster: "Why don't you just not come today."

Samir wondered how you knew that was exactly what I was planning.

"The annual Magic Formula Creation Alliance press conference and qualification assessment are coming, do you know how busy the White Tower is recently?" Rodstad said in a heavy tone, "Still in the mood to read the bard's story? "

Samir coughed lowly: "I'm sorry...that, what is the Magic Formula Creation Alliance press conference and qualification judgment?"

Rodster raised his eyebrows: "You don't even know this?"

"The teacher of the college seems to have said it, but I probably didn't listen carefully..."

"Could it be that you were also reading the bard's story at the time?" Rodster was so aggressive that Samir couldn't say a word.Seeing that his face was flushed from holding back, the magician put away his yin and yang, and said: "The conference of the Magic Creation Alliance is referred to as the Magic Creation Club. Most magicians dream of places, and they will show their inventions at the Magic Creation Conference." If the following magisters and grand magisters pass his qualification judgment, he will be able to successfully advance to the next level and obtain corresponding honors."

"However, the lowest level standing on it must be a great magician. It is generally believed that below the level of a great magician, one does not have the ability to create new magic formulas."

He spoke quite plainly, because Rodster had never had such an experience. It only took him a few short years from his first contact with magic to becoming a great magician.

Samir suddenly realized, no wonder there have been so many reports from the White Tower recently. It seems that the great magicians in the White Tower are all preparing for the Magic Creation Meeting.

After a while, Samir thought again, no wonder the magic of the human race is developing so fast, which is beyond the reach of other races. With this mechanism, many new magic formulas will inevitably be produced every year. Even if the quality of them varies, there will always be a few useful.

But in this Demon Creation Association, the participants are great magicians, and the judges are magisters. What does it have to do with him as a legendary magician.

Samir asked: "Then what does the Magic Creation Association... have to do with you?"

"I'm in charge of supervising the judges." Rodster said, "Why don't you even know this, little silver dragon, why did you come to the human race to learn magic?"

"I want to really understand magic." Samir said in a low voice, "I think, if you are a human race, you can definitely learn something. Other races are using magic, and only you are understanding magic."

After a while, Rodster said, "Don't think that I can let you off your lateness just by saying that."

Samir was dumbfounded, what did he say.

"Come here, read these reports today and revise them." Rodster put his hand on the report that Samir's scalp was numb after reading: "Those great magicians have been preparing for the Magic Creation for a whole year, The results are all here."

When he said this, it was obvious that he was putting pressure on Samir.In fact, Samir couldn't hear what he said clearly at this time, and his back was slightly chilled, even surpassing the chill in his chest.Samir walked over and was about to take the report when his eyes suddenly blurred, and he stayed on the test bench so as not to fall down.

Rodster looked at his face, Samir was indeed weaker than usual today.

"I'll finish reading these reports today." Samir rubbed his eyes, and suddenly a cold hand rested on his forehead. Before Samir could react, Rodster said, "Forget it, Made it look like I was abusing underage dragons."

Samir: Isn't it? ? ?

"Go and rest." Rodster opened the personal space, and a bed appeared inside. Rodster withdrew his fingers: "After you wake up, don't say anything about not having enough sleep."

Samir thought to himself that the magician still has such a human side. He has come in many times, and he is already very familiar with Rodster's personal space.The dragon egg was still placed on the soft cushion on the table. Samir knew that Rodster's personal space must be more than that, and this was just a part of what he showed to himself.

Samir touched the warm dragon egg, lay down on the bed, and opened his eyes expressionlessly after a while.

It's too cold and too hard, it's no different from sleeping on the floor, even more aggrieved because the bed is too small.Samir looked outside, and Rodster had already entered the working state, and disturbing him at this time was simply courting death.

Samir sighed, his eyes fell on the dragon egg, he went to hold the dragon egg in his arms, and lay down again.

—It’s much warmer now.

He turned his body sideways, because of the narrow bed, he had to bend his legs and hug the dragon egg in his arms.The dragon egg sensed his touch and was very happy, continuously exuding heat.

The exhaustion accumulated these days broke out completely today, and Samir fell asleep quickly.

Once Rodster is in the working state, he forgets himself completely, and nothing can disturb him.By the time he raised his head in the manuscript, it was already dark.

Samir is still sleeping.

The starry sky outside can be seen from the top of the tower. Rodster has never cared about what the starry sky outside looks like before, except for certain times when he needs to use magic that is connected with the stars.He glanced at it today, and the night sky was not pitch black, but seemed to be covered with a layer of silver-white veil.The galaxy is embedded in the dark blue curtain, and the vast band of light flows slowly like a silver river, covered with bright broken stars.

Rodster remembered the starry sky he and Samir saw last time, and couldn't compare which one was more beautiful.But beauty means nothing, and he walks into his personal space, ready to wake Samir up.

Samir fell into a deep sleep, if it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, he would have passed out almost as if he had passed out.Rodster thought to himself that he could actually sleep, sleeping in someone else's personal space, isn't this little dragon not at all wary.

"Get up, Samir." Rodster said standing by the bed.

Samir didn't respond, even if the world collapsed and a hundred magicians danced in front of him, it couldn't stop him from falling asleep.

"Samir!" Rodster yelled heavily.

Samir was unconsciously immersed in sleep.

This was the first time Rodster had encountered such a situation—it was impossible for anyone to sleep in front of him, and he had never had the experience of waking someone up.

He stretched out his finger and pushed Samir's shoulder.

Samir was pushed over by him, hugged the dragon egg even tighter, and even let out a slight grunt.

Rodster: "..."

"Samir, don't go too far." Rodster said seriously.

Samir still didn't respond at all, and Rodster almost suspected that he did it on purpose.Xiaolong was lying on his back, his snow-white neck was more obvious, almost looking like he was being slaughtered.

The magician looked at him uncertainly, and then threw an ice blade at Xiaolong's defenseless neck.

Samir didn't respond.

The ice blade struck at the neck extremely quickly, and Rodest looked at Samir intently. The moment the ice blade's cold light touched the skin, the ice blade quickly dissipated, leaving a trail of white air in the air.

Samir felt a chill in a daze. He touched his neck and continued to sleep without even opening his eyes.

Rodster looked at Samir in disbelief, as if he was looking at a monster. Even in the face of a real monster, he couldn't possibly be so helpless.Finally, he sighed inaudibly, and returned to the experiment table.

It was already the next afternoon when Samir woke up.

It is also common for dragons to sleep for several months, especially when there is a lot of energy consumption.After all, dragons have a very long lifespan, and there is no other way to pass the time except sleeping.Samir could only wake up with strong perseverance. After he woke up, he thought about where he was for a while.

Ah, my back hurts so much, and my back hurts too... Although my spirit has recovered, my body feels like I have been tortured.

Samir opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a pure white space. The dragon egg in his arms was slightly warm, reminding him that this is the personal space of the magician.

Samir quickly turned over and walked out of his personal space. Rodster was still working, even maintaining the posture he had before falling asleep.

Has this person... ever taken a break?

"Are you awake?" Rodster said flatly.

"Hmm..." Samir himself was a little embarrassed to fall asleep in the magician's personal space, but this was entirely caused by Rodster's over-extraction. Thinking of this, he felt confident.

"Then keep working, first integrate the Lingsi grass, and then read the report."

Samir responded and walked in front of Lingsicao. He looked at the drowsy sky outside, a bit like the afternoon, and a bit like the early morning. He didn't know how long he had slept.

"Why are you still in a daze, you have wasted two whole days."

"Isn't it a miracle that the dragons can wake up after only two days of sleep?" Samir couldn't hold back his desire to complain: "Even if it is to squeeze the labor force, please consider my racial characteristics."

Rodster suddenly stopped and looked up at him. His eyes were so meaningful and deep. The extremely rare pure black pupils never showed real emotion. The magician stared for too long, and Samir's heart slowly lifted. .

"Too weak." The legendary magician said slowly: "The race that spends all its time sleeping is too weak."

"..." Samir thought he was going to express some insights, but he didn't expect to hear such words: "Don't be racist! Human magician!"

Samir began to work with anger, thinking that mere human magicians dare to look down on the great Dragon Clan. When the Dragon Clan ruled the land of Reedlas, the Human Clan had not yet appeared!

But soon Samir fell into a working state. Knowing that the report in his hand was prepared by the great magicians in the White Tower for the Magic Creation Association, he reviewed it more seriously.Every concept and every piece of logic strives to be clear.Rodster's laboratory is huge in size, with bookshelves placed behind it, it can be called a small library.

When Samir encountered a question that he didn't understand, he went to the bookshelf to check it. If he couldn't find it or didn't understand it after reading the book, he asked Rodster.

Rodster answered Samir's questions in great detail and earnestly, because Samir's questions were all about the key points, and he had a high level of comprehension, enough to draw inferences from one instance to another. Teaching such a student is undoubtedly a very happy and fulfilling thing .

The other magicians in the White Tower are also talented, smart and willing to work hard, but they rarely come to consult Rodster. In their eyes, the Tower Master seems to be very scary, like a demon, they should hide away characters.

Samir would not be afraid of him at all.

Although Xiaolong is afraid of his strength, there is no such fear that cannot be shaken off from the bottom of his heart.

So who is Samir afraid of?

Oh, the ancestor of the elves.

After Samir finished asking, he had his own ideas, and sat in front of the experimental table to revise the report of the great magician.He was holding a quill in an unexpectedly standard, even graceful manner.The nib of the pen wrote a long string of characters smoothly, mixed with languages ​​​​of different races, which showed that Samir's thinking was very clear.He sat there very devotedly, with his head slightly lowered. From Rodster, he could see the long silver hair sliding down his beautiful side neck to his chest. Samir's eyes were calm and serious. relieved.

Rodster walked over, and after giving the report to Samir for revision, he never paid attention to it again.

Seeing him coming, Samir handed him the revised report and said, "Would you like to have a look again?"

In terms of professional knowledge, he still respects the powerful Rodster, but it is limited to this point.Rodster read it quickly. After all, Samir had just asked him, and he already had a general idea of ​​the report in his mind.

After flipping through, Rodster didn't question the content, but asked, "Are you imitating my tone and technique?"

"Yes." Samir did not deny it: "Because I think they will feel more at ease when they see your handwriting."

Rodster lowered his eyes, this is simply a meaningless consideration.If those great magicians are not at ease just because of this, then don't be a magician with this mentality, but be a warlock or bard.

It can be seen that the legendary magician not only has racial discrimination, but also has deep-rooted professional discrimination.

Samir went on to say, "Well... Also, I don't think it would be good for them to know that you asked me to revise this kind of report."

Rodster held the report, and after listening to it, he let out a long sigh: "You think it will affect my reputation, and they will think that I am an irresponsible person who casually handed over the report of the Magic Creation Association to others guy?"

Samir blinked, you said it yourself.

Rodster dragged his voice and asked, "Are you worried about me?"

"Yes." Samir said, "I feel that as a suitor, it is necessary to maintain your shining brilliance like a star."

Rodster sneered: "No need, but they are idiots. They should have a deep understanding of the reality that they can't even compare with the students who have not graduated from the academy."

Samir whispered, "But I'm almost seven hundred years old, and some of them won't live to be seven hundred years old."

He raised his head, his eyes were shining, he was so beautiful, Rodster had always lacked the perception of beauty, so he couldn't help being moved at this moment, and poked Samir's forehead with the report in his hand.

"It's up to you." Rodster finally said this, anyway, it was Xiaolong himself who was bothered.

A few more days passed like this, and after the report was reissued, none of the great magicians noticed anything wrong.While Rodster felt that they were useless, he also thought that Samir was really good, at least with a strong ability to imitate.

After reading many reports, Samir became very interested in the Magic Creation Society. In addition to his work with Rodster, he also read a lot of materials about the Magic Creation Society.Almost 50.00% of the current human magic is released at the Magic Creation Conference, which can be said to be an astonishing probability.

Samir asked Rodster if he could take him to the Magic Creation Club, and Rodster readily agreed, because he liked Xiaolong's eagerness for knowledge very much.

But in this way, Samir's workload suddenly increased, and he even had to take the report back to the dormitory to read to cope with it.It wasn't until Samir was late again that Rodster asked him, "You really don't need to [stay awake]?"

Samir already knew that Rodster was a monster who worked day and night, especially near the start of the Demonic Creation Conference, he slept for less than an hour a day, and sometimes even used magic potions to force himself to stay awake.

In fact, Samir found it quite strange. According to Rodster, he was not even going to be a judge of the Magic Creation Society, but just supervised whether the judges were competent. Those people must not dare to do anything under his nose, Rhodes What is Stuart in such a hurry to do.

The progress of the integration of Spirit Grass has stagnated, and even Samir can feel Rodster's anxiety.

Although Rodster never showed it.

"No need." Samir refused resolutely: "I will never cast this kind of magic on myself in my life."

He doesn't just need sleep, he enjoys it, it's totally one of his hobbies.

Rodster clicked his tongue and said, "Well, after you finish work, you can sleep directly by my side."

"But……"

"I don't think you have anything to do in the academy." Rodster said, "It's just the beginning of the Magic Creation Association. After the end, you should go back as usual."

"But the bed on your side is too hard." Samir said sincerely, "It will be even more painful after waking up. You don't understand the art of sleeping at all, Mister Magician."

In an extremely rare moment, the magician was choked up.

That night, Samir was pressed on a big bed that was soft and spacious and even exuded fragrance—it was created by Rodster with magic anyway. The magician pressed Samir's shoulder and said coldly: "Hope When you get up tomorrow, you will be able to complete tasks more efficiently."

"Okay." Samir said obediently, "Good night, Rodster."

The next second, he fell asleep.

Isn't this dragon wary at all?

Rodster always felt very uncomfortable watching him sleep for some reason.The unhappiness had come so inexplicably that it reached its peak when he sat down to work.

He prescribed himself a bottle of psychostimulants to stay awake.

I don't need to rest.

After drinking the potion, Rodster said to himself.

Question [-] After Samir woke up, he turned his head and saw Rodster working.

That was an unchanging scene. Did he work there from the beginning of the world when the gods had not yet returned to their positions?

However, Samir remembered that Rodster clearly said that he was not the kind of magician who buried himself in the White Tower and worked behind closed doors, and that they first met in the distant Kansero Mountains.Even when I was shopping with Black, I met a magician who looked quite relaxed.

This doubt only circled in Samir's mind, and then flew away, because these questions were not important.After he got up, he joined Rodster's work, and quickly caught up with the magician's rhythm.

With only seven days left before the magic creation meeting, Samir went to the magician's personal space to rest as usual.Affected by Rodster's mood recently, his personal space is getting colder and colder, so Samir had to sleep with the dragon egg in his arms.

One day, he heard a cracking sound in his dream, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that the black dragon egg in front of him had cracked open.

The author has something to say: So there is a story about raising black dragon cubs!

it's just here hhhhhhhh

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