The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

Chapter 83 Public

However, the bad news doesn't stop there.

Capa and Myramie couldn't bear to tell Charlie.

However, Edson had to say this.

Charlie, sit down first... Edson's voice was a little hoarse.

Charlie sat in front of Edson with some trepidation.

She didn't know how to comfort the mentor of the transformation department.

Thinking about it differently, Charlie just imagined it, if the one that is 'not lost' is Utopia...

She will be heartbroken like a knife.

Charlie, Eris, he...

He... Edson's mouthpiece was also a little dry.

He turned into a super lich.

Standing by the side, Melami felt anxious when she heard it, so she just said it directly.

A series of bad news made Charlie feel a little dizzy.

She remembered the gentle embrace of Eris Mentor when the City of Winds fell.

That seemed like farewell.

Where is he?

When the bad news came, her voice was very calm.

The abnormality of calm made people worry.

...

In the quiet and dark room, the super lich in black robe sat quietly in the room.

He was tested for camp.

This is a required procedure.

After the living are transformed into undead, the camp will change.

And this transformation is almost uncontrollable.

Better ones, like Edward, are neutral to evil.

Under Edward's funny side, what hides is absolute egoism. To put it bluntly, he is very good at adapting to the wind.

Worse, it is not impossible for a chaotic evil to come.

There was once a great arcanist who reincarnated as a great lich in order to live forever.

In front of him, he was a good man who did good deeds, but after his death, he became a brutal villain who did all kinds of evil.

So, after Eris reincarnated as an undead creature.

Everyone had to judge his camp before he completely 'turned his face and turned his back on others'.

This didn't bring any unpleasant emotions to the newly promoted Super Lich.

To be precise, he has lost most of his emotions.

He still feels anger, hatred... negative emotions like that.

But it lost the function of realizing those beautiful emotions.

In memory, there are some wonderful memories, just like faded scrolls, a little bit attributed to 'black and white'.

[Faction identification technique], a general technique that any spellcaster can cast.

The detected camp is absolutely neutral.

This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, tying them together might not be enough for the newly promoted Super Lich to torture him with one finger bone.

...

With a bang, the door of Ultra Lich Eris' room was pushed open.

He was not frightened, but turned his head slightly.

No more satin black hair hanging from under the hood.

This room became even more eerie because of his presence.

Without the vocal cords, the Lich can still make a sound, the same as before.

Is it Charlie?

Charlie pursed his lips and walked step by step into the black-robed mentor.

She is not afraid of Eris, transformed into a lich.

It wasn't until she walked in front of Eris that she slowly stretched out her hand and lifted the mentor's black hood.

Under the hood is a white skull, with azure soul fire burning in the dark eye sockets.

Charlie laughed softly: It's ugly.

However, her slightly trembling voice betrayed her true emotions at this time.

The soul fire in Eris' eye sockets flickered on and off.

He remembers everything.

But I can no longer feel the emotion that fills my memory.

It's like watching another movie and savoring the life of 'others'.

Of course he remembered Charlie.

Just remember, but will no longer feel the emotions in it.

The super lich's current definition of Charlie is nothing more than a masterpiece he is sculpting.

What's the matter?

The soul fires in the Ultra Lich's eye sockets stared at Charlie.

Charlie pursed his lips, thousands of words turned into silence at this moment.

The last light embrace of Eris when he was alive was farewell.

The super lich Eris and the black-robed great arcanist Eris are already completely different existences.

Looking at the calm black-robed super lich, Charlie slowly knelt down on one knee.

She leaned gently on Eris' leg bones, and couldn't help recalling the scene when she just met him.

Capa once said, He who works with death will eventually become death. '

At that time, she didn't know much about it.

now……

The road ahead is difficult. Eris said calmly.

...Well. Charlie responded sullenly.

Arcanists suffered a lot of casualties this time. Not everyone has just a few dragons and can keep their floating city.

Um……

Optimistically, there will be no floating city. Errest paused, The only remaining floating city will soon become a 'focus'.

Whether well-intentioned or malicious, they will all pay attention. Eris continued to speak calmly.

I think someone has already started to act. Charlie raised his head and his voice became colder, remembering the officials of the Platinum Empire who had come to hold him accountable.

Ereth's finger bones rest on the jawbone.

what's your plan.

I want to speak out through the Goblin Trilogy. Charlie and the super lich's soul fire looked at each other, I want to announce my identity as a full arcane.

The blue soul fire jumped suddenly, and then returned to calm.

Think about it. It's going to be a big risk.

I know, as you said, there will not be too many surviving arcanists today.

That's why we're bringing people together.

Eris didn't stop him, but just watched Charlie calmly, and said lightly:

Like a moth to a flame.

No, mentor, it is a lighthouse in the dark night. I am willing to stand up at this time!

Eris still asked flatly, With all the arcane arts, you think anyone will buy you.

It's not just all arcane arts, mentor, I will let the floating city return to the sky. She said very seriously.

Impossible. The magic net rejects any foreign invasion. The goddess of magic no longer allows arcanists to do whatever they want.

When he reached the realm of super liches, he could sense some things in the dark.

For example, an oracle issued by a certain god before his fall.

Then don't rely on Mythra's Core! As long as the Ion Stone is still there! I will make the Floating Void City reappear!

Eris stared at Charlie silently for a few seconds, I'll watch.

...

The moment he walked out of Erris' room, Charlie seemed to leave all his fragility in that gloomy room.

The elf man transformed by the silver dragon has been guarding the door.

Seeing Charlie come out, his eyes immediately 'glued' to the black dragon sleeping on Charlie's shoulders.

Charlie looked back and asked, Do you want to hug him?

Yinlong hesitated to speak and looked at the black dragon who was dozing off with narrowed eyes.

Charlie understood immediately, and directly grabbed the black dragon and handed it to the silver dragon who had no time to refuse.

The black dragon opened a pair of golden dragon eyes, and looked at the innocent silver dragon who was holding him like a pack of dynamite.

Silver Dragon Antanalon: ...

Black Dragon: ...

What kind of person would be able to do the thing of stuffing a black dragon cub into the arms of a mature silver dragon?

Charlie went straight to the town hall built in the new city.

Along the way, more and more people followed her.

Annie, go and arrange for people to look at the empire to hold those accountable. Don't let them run around in the territory.

Li, are the dwarves still fixing the Utopia mountain? Ask Bud to take some time, I have something to talk to him.

Happy, I want to announce something to the whole world. Please help me arrange it. I want the front page headlines of the three issues.

...

As a series of orders were issued, everyone looked solemn.

After a disaster, nothing helps more than an uplifting leader.

The location of the 'press conference' was chosen in Ideal Township.

When everyone set foot on this miraculous city that returned to the ground, they all had mixed feelings in their hearts.

The special envoy from the empire who came to hold him accountable was also invited by Charlie.

The visitor had two well-trimmed mustaches.

When looking around, I can't help but trace my mustache with my hands.

The dwarves of the Old Duck tribe are still strengthening the outer walls.

Only Bud and Pippi Duck came.

Kapa and the other three arcane instructors were also called over in confusion.

Immediately afterwards, Harper entered the arena with a group of 'paparazzi'.

Charlie, as the protagonist of the press conference, was the last one to enter.

Uncharacteristically, she replaced the overly luxurious aristocratic costumes with a low-key pure black robe.

This is a mourning for the dead and a tribute to the Master of Eris.

She stepped onto the podium and looked around at everyone who was watching her.

This time, her speech will be uncharacteristically.

I don't care how many floating cities fall.

People under the podium began to whisper in surprise.

I don't care about the outcome of the Holy Platinum Empire's civil war either.

I stand here today just to say a word to the surviving arcanists.

After saying that, she took out a white Ion Stone.

The Ain Stone slowly floated up.

The eyelids of the three Arcanist mentors jumped, but they were powerless to stop it.

What Charlie can think of, they can naturally think of.

It was just out of selfishness that none of them mentioned it.

Charlie took out another fiery red Ion Stone.

It also rises slowly, like a newborn sun.

The eyeballs of the goblins were about to drop to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the third piece, the purple Ion Stone.

The fourth block...

When the last yellow Ion Stone floated above Charlie's head.

The eight-color Ion Stone is like the stars surrounding the moon, surrounded by the only Arcanist in the entire world.

A needle drop could be heard in silence.

The special envoy from the empire had already turned pale, his lips were trembling uncontrollably, and he no longer had the arrogance he had at first.

The goblins can hold eight eggs in their mouths, and they have long forgotten to record them.

Charlie looked around again.

I said, the Arcanist will not die just like that.

I said, Utopia will not sink from now on!

I said, this era! Arcane arts will rise strongly because of me!

Arcanists who have survived on the mainland! Come on, let's go to the ideal land!

Come to me and you will change from witnesses to participants!

Let's create our era together!

The little black dragon lying on top of the 'Silver Saint Guard' raised the corners of his mouth.

【how? 】

Yinlong's body shook slightly, and immediately lowered his eyes and responded softly.

You appreciate this human being very much.