Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Samir has always felt that Rodster doesn't like the little black dragon, which makes Samir feel a lingering sense of crisis in his heart. He feels that the little black dragon is not safe in the White Tower. Samir can rest assured only when he sees and touches the place.

After the Magic Creation meeting is over, Samir is going to take the little black dragon back to the Spine of Mojache first.Anyway, he has done so many things for Rodster, and the little black dragon has also broken its shell. The magician can't stop him this time.

Samir frowned: "Is there no other way..."

Rodster looked at him for a while and said, "I can put him in my personal space and take him there."

Personal space is a space created by Rodster himself, and of course it is not fixed, but Samir was pleasantly surprised that Rodster could say this.

"Thank you!" Samir looked at him gratefully with his eyes shining.

How to put it, Samir has never seen him like this before, which made Rodster feel happy, and even had the idea of ​​"wanting to do more things that can make Samir happy".

Controlled by emotions, even thoughts will change, Rodster rubbed his chin and thought.

However, things did not go as smoothly as they had imagined. On the day before the magic creation meeting, the little black dragon fell ill.

When he got up that day, Samir found that the little black dragon was not energetic, but he was still able to eat.Afterwards, the little black dragon stuck to his arms all the time, leaning against him tightly.At night, the situation became serious. The little black dragon felt cold all over, couldn't eat, and tears flowed out of his closed eyes.Samir felt very distressed, and spoke to him in the most gentle voice, but the little black dragon seemed to be unable to hear him, just hugging him tightly, sticking out his tongue and licking Samir's wrist and palm again and again, The little black dragon can only relieve the pain by licking like this.

Samir held the little black dragon in his arms, and Rodster checked its body. When Rodster accidentally touched the little black dragon, the little black dragon trembled violently, as if it had been tortured.Later, Rodster never touched his skin again. The magician cast the most gentle detection magic on the little black dragon. After a few minutes, Rodster withdrew his magic power and his face became heavy.

"What's wrong?" Samir raised his heart high.

"He was cast with necromantic magic, and his soul was corrupted." Rodster said in a deep voice, "It happened a long time ago, and it was hidden very deep. It should be done by a necromancer."

Samir's face turned pale, and he quickly remembered the wanderer and the black-robed mage who took the wanderer away.

A sharp and stern light flashed in his eyes, he closed his eyes, and then asked, "Then what should we do now?"

He doesn't understand necromancer magic... There are ten major departments of magic, and he is good at only five or six of them, which has left many magicians beyond the reach.However, at this time, he began to regret why he didn't learn necromancy, and could only watch the little black dragon suffer and be helpless.

The little black dragon was still licking his wrist, and the saliva mixed with tears stuck to his wrist, and the piece had turned red.Rodster touched his head and said: "Soul corrosion is not a magic that cannot be dispelled, but it has lasted for too long, at least ten years ago at the earliest, it has penetrated into the depths of his soul, and because of this, he has become There is no trace to be found. Back when the necromancer cast this kind of magic on the dragon eggs, it may be to directly cultivate bone dragons for him to use."

This is not because Rodster shirked responsibility for not discovering it. He thought quickly and said: "The corrosion of the soul is still going on, and it has penetrated deeply, and it cannot be dispelled instantly. I can slowly clean up the corrosion of the soul for him, but This process will be very slow. Moreover, the places that have been corroded may never be repaired."

Samir's face turned pale: "Is that so..."

Rodster completely put the situation in front of him, and his words were not tactful. Although the situation was serious, Samir was able to calm down instead.

"I will prepare a magic potion for him, and cast a weakened version of [Clean Corrosion] every day."

Samir said: "This is too much trouble for you... You teach me how to use corrosion removal, I will do it."

Rodster said solemnly: "His current state is very fragile, and he cannot withstand direct cleaning. It can only be done by me."

Samir was silent for a while, then whispered, "Thank you."

For a moment, there was only the weak cry of the little black dragon in the air. Rodster's eyes fell on Samir's drooping silver hair, and finally, he touched his head.

"It'll be fine."

None of them mentioned the matter of the Magic Creation, but both of them knew that Samir could not go to the Magic Creation.

The little black dragon endured great pain all the time, and this pain came from the soul, which made him feel like he was being torn apart.This unrelieved and unavoidable pain made the little black dragon even more vulnerable, and he had to rely on Samir all the time to get better.Just touching the skin of the body can calm the little black dragon down.

Samir felt even more distressed. Even if the little black dragon was in such pain, he would never cry out, but just curled up in his arms and wept obediently.

On the last day before the magic creation meeting, Rodster suspended all work, configured potions for the little black dragon, and used the cleaning and corrosion that the little black dragon could accept. This process was very long, and the biggest problem was that the little black dragon was corroded. The soul of more than ten years has been fragile and extremely sensitive.

After Rodster finished, both Samir and him exhaled lightly.Rodster took out the potion and said, "I have to drink the potion every day, this will make him feel better."

Samir put away the potion and hummed.

"During the time I leave the White Tower, you should not go out on the top floor."

"Ok."

"Clear is also used every day. I'll be back tomorrow night."

"But, isn't the Demon Creation Association in Feibian City, and it will be open for half a month?"

"I'll be back," Rodster said.

Samir's heart became hot for a while. He originally thought that Rodster didn't like the little black dragon. Even if he wasn't here, it was very possible to use the little black dragon as an experimental material someday.

"I really don't like him, the dragon cub is too weak and looks stupid."

Samir choked for a moment, and said weakly, "You eavesdropped again..."

"I didn't listen. I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at your expression." Rodster came over, rolled up his cuffs, and stretched out his fingers to point at Samir's chest. Samir felt a chill again, but it wasn't uncomfortable. , soon, that chill disappeared.

"Now, you can take the initiative to communicate with me through spiritual contact." Rodster's expression was flat, as if he had done something very ordinary: "If you have any questions during my departure from the White Tower, you can always contact me I."

Samir subconsciously used a two-way spiritual connection—this magic is originally two-way, and it can only be cast with the consent of both parties. This is what troubled Samir before, because the magician cast it on him completely unilaterally. , more like magic like mind manipulation.

A warm feeling surged in Rodster's chest, and at the same time, he heard Samir's voice in his mind: "...Hello?"

"That's stupid." Rodster took a step back. It was the first time that he had a two-way spiritual connection with someone else, and it was also the first time he accepted other people's consciousness without reservation.

If the other party was hostile, I would probably have died a thousand or eight hundred times by now.Rodster thought blankly, he believed that Samir would not hurt him, no doubt, this was another thought influenced by emotion.

If this goes on like this, sooner or later I will suffer the consequences, and I am the one who is stupid.

Then see what retribution you will suffer.

The next day, when Samir woke up, Rodster had already left quietly.

Samir fed the potion to the little black dragon, and began to look for books about necromancy magic on the back shelf. He regretted that he had spent all his time on prophecy magic and biological magic, so he had to start making up lessons from now on.Necromancy is a completely different magic system, and the talent of the silver dragon has nothing to do with it. Samir finds it very difficult, so he can only record all the questions for the time being.

At night, Rodster really came back. After making some preparations, he continued to clean up the corrosion effect for the little black dragon.This time he used less time than last time, and he has obviously become proficient. Samir really admires his strength in this area.

In any unimaginable place, Rodster always shows his strength inadvertently, and a person like him is still learning and improving.

If someone puts the goal of surpassing Rodster, it must be very painful.

After the cleanup, Rodster said, "If you have any questions, just ask them."

Samir wondered if he was so obvious, but Rodster said it all, and he was not polite: "I read some books on necromancy today..."

Rodster said disapprovingly: "Necromantic magic is different from other magic, so self-study is not recommended."

Samir pursed her lips: "I just want to understand first."

Rodster stared at him for a while and said, "Are you used to solving everything by yourself without asking others for help?"

Samir: "...If you ask others for help, you will pay a price."

His momentary hesitation made Rodster keenly notice. A trace of doubt flashed in Rodster's heart, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face.

"In this case, you can read the book first, and ask me when you have any questions, but you are absolutely not allowed to try to use necromancer magic."

"Okay." Samir agreed. In this regard, he still believed in the magician.

For the next few days, Samir still fed medicine to the little black dragon, read books, and waited for Rodster to come back.After about five or six days, the little black dragon's condition was obviously better, at least the pain was much reduced.

Samir finally breathed a sigh of relief. When Rodster came back that day, he was even in the mood to ask, "Are there any interesting magic formulas at the Demon Creation Conference?"

Samir has always wanted to go to the Magic Creation Club, and this desire has not diminished. On the contrary, because of a sudden accident, he has become more curious about the Magic Creation Club.

"No." Rodster said.

"Not one?"

"It's just some old-fashioned questions and pretending to be clever." Rodster said, "I don't even think their strength can be called a great magician, and those group of magisters are also guys in name only."

"Could it be that you are too demanding." Samir whispered, "Even if it's just some interesting ideas, I think they have quite a lot of ideas."

"I don't ask too much." Rodster glanced at him, thinking to himself, all I ask is that they can reach your level.

"I think there is something wrong with your understanding of ordinary people." Samir murmured, "It would be great if there are some interesting magic formulas..."

The next day, Rodster teleported from the White Tower to Emerald City, and the reception staff of the Demon Society welcomed him in respectfully, and the magisters were even more respectful to him.

"My lord, haven't you been resting in Feibian City recently?" The receptionist said cautiously: "Last night, the association was looking for you, only to find that you had left Feibian City."

"Why should I rest here?"

"Is there something we didn't do well? If you have any dissatisfaction, as long as you bring it up, we will correct it immediately." The back of the receptionist was wet with cold sweat. Although the legendary magician was not angry or angry, but He was terrifying just standing there, as if he had a self-isolated stand, making people afraid to approach him.

"Probably not doing well everywhere." Rodster smiled slightly, and Shi Shi ran to his seat, leaving behind the sweaty reception staff.

In today's Demon Creation Meeting, Rodster cheered up rarely.

Although he still felt that the magic formulas shown by those great magicians were full of loopholes and lackluster, he still tried to find some magic formulas that were at least interesting in terms of ideas.One after another, great magicians stepped onto the stage, or walked down excitedly or decadently.

Rodster's complexion also gradually became indifferent, until a great magician dressed in a bit of downcast came up, and he said that his magic formula was: forging a starry sky.

Rodster propped his chin with one hand and raised his head slightly.

The down-and-out great magician first explained the principle, and then performed a demonstration. The entire hall of the Magic Creation Association was instantly surrounded by a starry sky.But this starry sky is a bit crude, and the duration is short-after all, the starry sky is infinitely mysterious, and it is very difficult for people to understand.

The magister asked him the meaning and purpose of this magic formula, and the general great magician was already bragging about it at this time, but the down-and-out great magician was stunned, and said, "It looks good."

Magister: "... what?"

"It's beautiful." The downcast great magician said, "Don't you like looking at the stars?"

The magister couldn't bear it anymore, and took out a red card, ready to disqualify the down-and-out great magician. At this moment, a cold voice came from behind.

"I like looking at the stars."

The magister shuddered and turned his head with difficulty, only to see the legendary magician leaning on the back of the chair quite leisurely, with his hands folded, and a smile on his lips: "There are countless mysteries in the starry sky, I always thought that we can find them out." The origin of the world."

The downcast great magician's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "You really have vision!"

The legendary magician smiled. This was his first smile after coming to the magic creation meeting. Several magicians silently put down the red cards and passed the fake starry sky for the downcast great magician.

In the evening, Rodster returned to the White Tower. As soon as Samir saw him, he put away the books in the book and said, "Today's medicine has been drunk."

He just said it casually, without any extra meaning, but Rodster felt a soft feeling in his chest.When he was in the White Tower, Samir never treated him with that kind of overly sincere and fearful attitude.

Rodster was used to it before, anyway, it was the same whether it was the White Tower or the outside, students or other magicians had great fear of him.Some people regard him as a target, and they can feel the unwilling and hostile eyes no matter where they are.Before he became a legendary magician, he could often feel it. Later, those unwillingness and hostility gradually dissipated. They no longer regarded him as an existence that could be surpassed, and they simply stayed away. There was a vertical line between everyone and him. Thick barriers were erected.

Of course, Rodster didn't bother to associate with them, but he suddenly discovered that someone would treat him with a normal attitude.What Samir saw was not just the label of a legendary magician, but Rodster himself.

Rodster suddenly realized that he actually wanted to return to the White Tower, and those familiar scenes became warmer. Of course, this was not because the White Tower had changed, but because Samir was here.

Samir hugged the little black dragon, and waited for Rodster to clean up the corrosion for him. The little black dragon's condition has been much better recently, at least it will no longer be so painful that it will cry.

"Thank you for your hard work today." Samir hugged the little black dragon and went to bed. Around midnight, he felt itching between his legs, and the cool leaves stuck to his calves. He was forced to wake up, helpless. looked at Rodster.

"Although you [keep awake], I think you can try to rest for a while." Samir said helplessly: "So, can you let me sleep?"

The Spirit Grass entangled even tighter, even spreading to Samir's chest. Samir raised his hands above his head, showing no sign of resistance.

He is so sleepy.

Rodster asked, "Are you always so defenseless when you sleep?"

He really couldn't bear Samir's unsuspecting appearance. He heard that Samir often took risks outside. He should have been very alert. Why was he tied up and didn't respond at all.

Samir was stunned: "But, with you, who can hurt me."

He looked at Rodster blankly, his azure eyes showing a little moist light in the darkness.

"...That's not necessarily true." After a while, Rodster reluctantly replied.

In the next few days, Rodster still went back and forth between the White Tower and the Demon Creation Club in Cuibian City. He memorized several new magic formulas in his mind, but the one that impressed him the most was the fake starry sky.

It seems that beauty is still very powerful, Rodster said with emotion, but there are too many problems with the forged starry sky of the great magician, and he is going to optimize it.

On the last day, Rodster sat in his seat with the feeling that he was finally going to get off work. The last person on stage was a magister. He did not come to show a new magic formula, but proposed a new magic formula. The problem.

How to solve the effect of some necromantic magic on the caster.

This is also one of the contents of the Magic Creation Association, and even a very important part.At a time like this, most of the people involved in the discussion were magisters and grand magisters. Rodster listened indifferently. No one expected him to say anything, and no one dared to ask him questions.

Just when he was bored, his chest suddenly became hot, and Samir's anxious voice came from his mind: "When feeding the medicine today, he spit out all the magic potions!" "And, he looks very painful now." " Samir tried his best to keep calm, and clearly described the situation: "He returned to the state of the first day, even worse than before, and he was about to pass out."

"There is a back-up potion in the cabinet, feed him another bottle." Rodster's voice was still cold, calm and calm, which made Samir feel at ease: "The reason he reacts so much now is because the cleansing technique works. Now, the corrosion of the soul is resisting, and both sides use his body as the battlefield. After feeding the medicine and letting him rest, after this time is over, his state of corrosion will be greatly reduced."

Samir hummed, and went to find the backup of the magic potion. After feeding it to the little black dragon, the little black dragon really fell asleep.

After doing all this, Samir asked, "Excuse me, did I bother you?"

Rodster looked around the messy hall. The magisters were blushing, without any regard for their own face. He said, "No, the demonstration and evaluation of magic formulas are over, and they are discussing a problem."

Samir subconsciously asked, "What's the problem?"

Rodster thought about it: "How to solve the influence of some necromancer magic on the caster."

Samir: "You still study this kind of problem?"

"Necromantic magic is a part of magic." Rodster said, "If ordinary people are afraid of necromantic magic, then our task is to study how to use it."

"Whether it's death, life, time...everything that scares people, a magician should not be afraid. This is a magician."

If it is the courage of a warrior to continue fighting in the face of death, then it is the courage of a magician to study death and use death.

"I see." Samir whispered, "Thank you."

Whenever he knows more about magicians, he can better understand why the human race rises and why it is powerful.

Dragons...

Dragon Clan can no longer lie flat!

Rodster was inexplicably cut off from Samir's mental connection, and he didn't continue to look for it. The Magic Creation Association has come to an end, and they didn't discuss the result in the end.

Rodster was about to leave when a great magister came over and said, "Master Legendary Mage, your teacher is waiting for you."

Rodster paused slightly: "He's here too?"

"Yes." The great magister whispered: "I just came here today, it seems to be because of the necromancer Merkhe."

The author has something to say: the setting of this magician is probably different from other magicians_(:з」∠)_

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