Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Caesar is going to the White Tower to meet the legendary magician. It has been rumored that the legendary magician is very arrogant and difficult to get along with. Caesar’s contact with him before was limited to the royal ball. He greeted him politely, and the legendary magician then coldly perfunctory past.

Later, during the final assessment, it was actually their first meeting other than a formal occasion. Later, the legendary magician somehow got involved with Samir.Caesar knew that Samir had even stayed in the White Tower of Xuelin for a long time, and rumors that the two had a close relationship were rampant in the White Tower—of course, outsiders did not know that Caesar had his own channel of information.

Caesar has mixed feelings about this, after all the legendary magician is a very scary person, and he is worried about Samir's safety.However, from a deeper perspective, he felt that the more dangerous ones should be legendary magicians...

Unlike ordinary people, under the influence of His Majesty the Emperor, Caesar never felt that the legendary magician was a person with only two signs of fear or genius since he was a child.Most people label legendary magicians as cold, mean, genius, unapproachable, and they only treat legendary magicians as labels.

Caesar also got an in-depth understanding from His Majesty the Emperor, knowing that Rodster studied under Julian, and inherited his will, committed to simplifying magic, so that some simple magic can be used by ordinary people at will, such as lighting and such.

Magic was only used in battle at first, but with Julian's efforts, a large number of low-cost and easy-to-promote magic items began to appear in the lives of people in the Northern Alliance, and Rodster was constantly optimizing.But the difference between him and Julian is that Rodster is not only exploring how to use magic for civilians, but also going all the way up, pursuing a higher level of magic.

What Caesar knew was limited to this, and he didn't know more.But just these things made him admire the legendary magician.This kind of admiration has a sense of distance. After all, the royal family and the White Tower are still in a mutual check and balance relationship.

Caesar met Rodster at the White Tower, and Rodster gave a general account of the necromancer and the tomb, saying: "This matter has something to do with the White Tower, and the Association of Mages will meet later. Handle the part involving the White Tower well, and give everyone an explanation."

Although it was a matter involving the entire Northern Alliance and other races, and many villages and small towns were persecuted by necromancers, problems with the people in the White Tower could only be resolved within the White Tower.

Caesar sighed inwardly, and then asked, "Where's Samir?"

Rodster paused: "He left."

Although Caesar already knew that Samir would leave, his heart still trembled.

"Just leave like this..." Caesar sighed slightly.

Rodster said lightly: "Otherwise."

Caesar was speechless.

He looked at Rodster, and the legendary magician didn't look disappointed or sad, but Caesar could indeed feel an inexplicable emotion, which made his heart sink gradually.

At that moment, many thoughts passed through Caesar's mind, it was as if fireworks exploded in his mind. At a certain moment, he seemed to be possessed by something, and said without hesitation:

"Master Legendary Magician, can you keep him in the human race?"

After finishing speaking, Caesar's hands began to tremble and his heart was pounding. He didn't know why he said that.It's really abnormal, probably because I was affected by a certain atmosphere just now...

Caesar felt that his face must be ugly at this time. He looked at the legendary magician with some fear, and found that the other party did not notice his abnormality.

Rodster looked at him steadfastly. Although his expression didn't change, anyone could tell that he was not as calm as he looked at the moment.

After a while, Rodster looked away.

"Why do you say that?" The legendary magician looked at Caesar thoughtfully, then smiled slightly: "Forget it... I understand."

Caesar quickly bid farewell and left.

Rodster didn't immediately get into work, he was thinking about what Caesar said just now.The fifth prince said that, of course, not for him, but for Caesar himself.

Caesar's careful thinking is similar to that of Ai Lu, but it is limited to this.If Samir can stay in the human race, it is already the best ending for him.

Rodster's daze just now was because he was surprised that Caesar would say such a thing, and the second was because he was also asking himself this question - could he keep Samir in the human race.

If it is simply to keep Samir, of course there are many ways.

Just like when Samir and him separated in the tomb, although Rodster untied the spiritual connection, but left more things behind.

Samir did not lose the badge of the White Tower.

The means of magicians are endless.

But Rodster knew that Caesar was asking about "stay" in a deeper sense.

Although Rodster really wanted to say yes, he also had some doubts in his heart.This question successfully stirred up Rodster's mood. He put down the pen in his hand, walked out of the top floor, and prepared to see the progress of other magisters.

Walking out of the top of the tower, he met Haas who was in a hurry. Haas took a breath when he saw him, and then came to say hello: "Teacher, why are you out?"

Rodster: "..."

It seemed that it was a strange thing for him to come out of the tower by saying this.

Haas also found that there was something wrong with his words, so he slapped himself in the heart, and quickly changed the subject: "Where is Samir, why haven't you seen him in the past two days?"

He didn't follow the previous actions, so naturally he didn't understand the situation.

Rodster couldn't help but glanced at him. This magic apprentice, he remembered, was a very talented, hardworking, and good-natured person, although occasionally a little stupid... But isn't that too stupid.

Does the White Tower really need such a person?

"You care about him?" Rodster said.

"I still want to apologize to him... No, I don't care about him... It's not that I don't care at all..."

Haas had no idea that he was on the verge of being fired, but no matter how slow he was, he could still feel that the tower owner was not in a good mood. He tried to explain carefully: "It's just that we have a good relationship, so I'll ask ask……"

"He won't come for the time being." Rodster said, "If you have time to worry about this kind of thing, you might as well finish the experiment in hand as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, yes." Haas immediately retreated, and after leaving Rodster's sight, he covered his face and ran wildly around the corner.

After Haas left, Rodster went to visit a few more laboratories. He hadn't come down for a long time, and the communication with the magisters was all through Samir.In the past, his communication with these magisters was limited to magic experiments, but after the end of today, most of the magisters asked Samir intentionally or unintentionally.

Why did he leave?Where is he going?When does he come back?The last time he gave a gift, he didn't return it, and the topic discussed last time had no conclusion.

It was only then that Rodster discovered that Samir unknowingly had such a good relationship with the magisters.

But Rodster has no answers to these questions.

……

From the Scarlet Stone Forest to the Elf Island, it needs to cross the Southern Alliance and a vast sea area. Even if Samir turns into his original form and flies in the sky, it will take half a month.

Although Samir wanted to rush to Elven Island as soon as possible, he had consumed a lot before. Once he was flying in the sky, but fell asleep, and almost fell to the farmer's field.

Lang Luo suggested to rest for one night, Samir changed back to human form in the farmland, scratching his head in embarrassment.

He really needs to rest.

They were already in the territory of the Southern Alliance at this time. Although the Southern Alliance and the Northern Alliance appeared to have the same political structure, they were actually a very loose alliance.The Emperor of the Alliance is just a name and does not have real power. The kingdoms under him are all doing their own things, and occasionally some small conflicts break out.

The Southern League and the Northern League are separated by the Kansero Mountains, and the customs and natural features of the two are completely different.It was midsummer at this time, and the people of the Confederate Union wore light gauze and walked leisurely on the street.There aren't as many orcs here, but more half-elves and halflings exist.

Samir and Lang Luo found a hotel to eat and rest. There was only pure and transparent dew in front of Lang Luo, and Samir ordered a table of meat.

He quickly wiped out the meat on the table, and after eating, he said to Lang Luo: "I only stayed in the Southern League for a short period of time before, and I haven't tasted the food here. The meat here in the Southern League is delicious. Different from the Northern Alliance, each has its own characteristics, probably due to the different production methods."

Lang Luo asked, "Do you like meat very much?"

Samir: "I like it. Although dragons can eat anything to replenish energy, but in terms of texture and taste, meat is the best..."

He glanced at the dew in front of Lan Luo and said, "As an elf, you probably don't like this taste, why don't we eat it separately in the future?"

Lan Luo shook his head: "No need."

"You are so easy to get along with." Samir propped his chin with both hands, and said, "I haven't seen elves who get along better than you. They seem to have a lot of rules. Sometimes they are unwritten rules, but every time All elves are obeying."

"It's like they don't like an elf who doesn't drink dew, and they don't like a way of life that is too free. Of course, this does not mean that they are wrong. Well, how should I put it, maybe dragons and elves are not in harmony with each other by nature. .”

Lan Luo shook his head sullenly: "No."

Samir looked at him and raised the corners of his mouth. Sometimes he thought this young elf was very cute.As it is now, for no reason, he likes it very much.

Lan Luo held the dew, took a sip slowly, and said, "You seem to know elves very well."

"I have lived on Elf Island for a long time." Samir said, "But in fact, my understanding of Elf is not even as good as that of Human Race."

"Why do you say that?"

Samir thought for a while: "Thinking about it carefully, that period of time was actually quite embarrassing, but I was immersed in the illusory beauty and lived a life of self-deception and self-touching. Although I have lived in Elf Island for nearly a hundred years , but at that time my mind was all on... and I didn't pay attention to other elves at all."

The key words were blurred by Samir. He thought that the elves respected the ancestors very much, and he probably didn't like to hear outsiders mention the ancestors on this topic. It was an unforgivable offense.

Lan Luo asked, "Is the elf you mentioned the ancestor?"

Samir choked for a moment, observed Lang Luo's expression, and found that he was not very angry, but a little sad, so he said truthfully: "Yes..."

Langlo: "Are you familiar with him?"

Samir immediately disregarded the relationship, lest the elf think that he had other ideas about the ancestor: "I'm not familiar with it, I just know it."

"..."

Lan Luo swallowed the dew, and felt a coolness on the tip of his tongue. The dew had no taste. He actually didn't like it, but he had no other choice.He changed the subject: "Did the elves treat you badly?"

"Of course not, the elves are very polite." Samir said, "I even learned some elegant things from them... But you know, I'm a foreigner after all, and I can't even find half-elves on Elven Island." A sense of belonging, not to mention that I am a dragon."

Before, Samir was indeed troubled by this problem, but afterward, he no longer cared about it.

"How to put it, it should be that neither side has the desire to know more about it." Samir was also slowly sorting out his thoughts during the process of telling the story. Clear, some emotions are still vivid: "I still have a noble and elegant stereotype of the elves, which is similar to ordinary people outside. At most, I have a more objective understanding of the strength of the elves."

Lan Luo blinked and asked, "Do you want to know about the elves?"

"Generally, this kind of thing is not important anymore." Samir propped his chin, looked at Lan Luo, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to know about the Dragon Clan?"

Lang Luo's heart trembled suddenly, almost thinking that Samir had discovered his true identity, but soon, he realized that it was just Samir's casual question.

Lang Luo straightened his back. He was already sitting very elegantly and dignifiedly. In this way, there was a sense of solemnity.

"I want to." Lan Luo said, "I want to know about... the Dragon Clan."

What he meant to say was, I want to get to know you.

They had been together for nearly a hundred years before, but they didn't know each other at all.The first ancestor was moved by Yinlong's sincere pursuit at that time, and then unknowingly, he found that his mind was completely on Yinlong.

Samir often confides his love words frankly and sincerely, revealing his true heart to the elves without reservation.

But he never said he wasn't happy on Spirit Island.

As for the elves, they never said anything before.

...he does more.

He thought that just taking action would be enough.

However, if the two sides want to have a deeper understanding, they can only communicate through language.

Lan Luo exhaled lightly.

There is indeed a big problem between them, but it is not insoluble.

Samir would never say these words to the ancestor, and the ancestor might never ask.

But he is Langlow now.

A "friendly and kind" and "easy to get along with" elf.

Samir also felt that Lan Luo was different from other elves.

Lan Luo seemed to be a little more frank.

Although Lang Luo seldom spoke, he listened carefully every time Samir spoke.This made Samir feel that communicating with him was very pleasant.In the past, Samir's influence on the elves was noble and elegant, full of artistic atmosphere, powerful, noble, caring for the same race... and not easy to get close to these aspects.

The elves don't like to express their emotions very much. They always maintain a reserved state and have a very obvious gap with other races.Of course, most races are like this, but the elves wrap their hearts a little tighter.

It would be much better to just be friends with them on the surface.

To truly enter the hearts of the elves, one needs to pay a high price.

Samir had thought about it before, but he didn't care about it now.

The two chatted while talking, and the topics were not limited to dragons and elves. Later, Samir said that he was tired, so he leaned on a chair to rest.Lang Luo subconsciously pushed the water glass in his hand in front of him, and then realized that Samir didn't like to drink dew, and he probably wouldn't use what he drank. He was about to withdraw his hand, and Samir had already finished the water glass, so he raised his head to drink go down.

"Thanks." Samir smiled lazily.

don't care at all...

Lang Luo silently took back the empty water glass, and he saw Samir who was completely different from what he saw in front of the ancestor.

He smiled at that too.

Samir was taken aback for a moment, and at this moment, a mercenary group walked in from the hotel door.

This mercenary group has about ten people. Compared with the adventure team, it has more people and more complete equipment.After they walked into the hotel, they found an empty seat, sat down, ordered food, and then discussed without anyone else present.

"This time the task is to abandon the old castle?"

"The distance is not far, but the task is a bit difficult. I heard that there are demons in the castle."

"There are still demons these days."

"It's better to be cautious. I'll go to the temple to buy some holy water later. Go to a few more temples. I'll buy a set for the goddess of life, the god of light, the god of luck..."

"Spend so much money, don't get it all back."

"Idiot, money is more important than life."

"Then it's okay if you don't accept this task..."

"If you don't accept the task, what will I get to pay you? Moreover, this is an official task from the Adventurer's Association, which shows that the situation is indeed dangerous, and it does not involve the safety of one or two people. After completing this single task, we can continue Go up a level."

"What are you going to do with the next level?"

"You can take on more tasks."

"What are you doing with more tasks?"

"You can go up to another level!"

"Don't you think this is boring..."

"Don't you think you owe it to the archer?" The team leader said, "If you spread this kind of negative thought again, I will deduct my salary!"

"I didn't have much money..."

Samir couldn't help but look over, the ten mercenary regiments were sitting around two tables, the leader of them was obviously a warrior, and beside him sat an archer, with a slender figure and pointed ears , but the face is obviously biased towards the human race, and he is a half-elf.

The mercenaries over there are still discussing the danger and difficulty of the mission.They said that several adventure teams had gone to the castle before, but they all disappeared. The difficulty of the mission has been raised repeatedly, to the point where only the mercenary group can take it.

I heard that there was another troubadour who went on an adventure in that ancient castle, but he has not returned so far, so there is a lot of bad luck.

When Samir heard the bard, he pricked up his ears.

"What do troubadours do in that kind of place? They're looking for death."

"I heard that he is a very famous troubadour..."

"It's a beautiful girl! A beautiful girl!"

"It seems to be called Ann..."

"Hey, Archer, don't you usually like to hide and read those stories, what are they called, do you know?"

"I didn't hide it, okay? I just watched it openly."

"I remember the last time we fought, we fought life and death below, and almost wiped out the whole group. You are still hiding in a tree and reading a book!"

"...How could such a thing happen, please don't slander me." The archer said slowly, "It's called Vivian, a bard, and a half-elf."

"My fellow clan, are you not in a hurry to save her?"

"Who said that half-elves are all of the same race? Maybe she thinks she is a human race, and I think I am an elf race. There is a big difference..."

The archer stopped talking because he saw the two people who had been sitting there before walking straight towards him.

As an archer, when he entered this hotel, he had already imprinted the scene here in his mind. If a battle broke out suddenly, he could escape from the most convenient place as quickly as possible.

These two people are prepared to say that they are one person and one elf. The archer is a bit impressive, because the appearance and temperament of the two are very good, and they are the most eye-catching existence among the crowd at a glance.But they didn't look like the kind of people who like to cause trouble, and the archers hated too shiny creatures, so they deliberately downplayed their impressions in their minds.

What are they doing here now?

The mercenary group fell silent, and everyone took up their weapons silently, and a rough battle formation had been formed in the blink of an eye.

The head of the group stood up and asked politely, "Both, what's the matter?"

He turned his eyes around the two of them, noticed that Lan Luo was a pure-blood elf, and then his eyes fell on Samir again.

It's quite strange that a pure blood elf would travel with others.

Samir asked: "Excuse me, I just heard you mentioned a mission. In that old castle, many people disappeared?"

The head of the group said cautiously: "Yes."

"There is also a troubadour named Vivian? Is it really Vivian who wrote "Song of the Mountain"?"

The head of the regiment was not clear, and the eyes of most of the regiment members also fell on the archer.

The archer put on his hood, revealing only his pointed chin. Samir heard him sigh, and then said, "It is indeed her."

Samir frowned and said, "That Vivian is my friend. I want to know more about her situation. Is it convenient for you to ask?"

The head of the group said: "Sorry, we don't know the specific situation. You heard it just now. The news we discussed is just hearsay."