The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

Charlie's words spread throughout the world through the Goblin's Wednesdays.

Even the dungeon, which has never seen the sun, is spreading her name.

Eight Departments of Arcane Art? !

I'm afraid this isn't the god of arcane arts, the incarnation of walking the world!

At the same time, the lost and wandering arcanists remaining all over the world are like dying people grasping the last straw.

Charlie's goal has been achieved.

When the arcane art is flourishing, it may be difficult to respond to a wave of one's arms.

But in times of crisis, when everyone is helpless, he is the first to stand up and inspire people.

It is always possible to reap the 'people's hearts' wantonly.

Of course, if some people surrender, others will treat them like a thorn in their side.

For example, some people from the Holy Platinum Empire.

Another example...

The head of the Wizards Association, lying on the bed like a mummy.

This is the sequelae after the request for god descending ceremony.

The big bed was left and right, and pharmacists were standing on one side.

On the other side, there are a kind of gloomy high-level members of the Magic Association.

Although they took out (basically) the damn Arcanist.

But the death of the goddess of magic, Mystril, is it not a heavy blow to the entire Magicians Association?

A black-robed magician hurried in, holding a copy of Goblin Weekly in his hand.

No no no good!

But he was too anxious and couldn't understand for a long time.

He could only unfold the newspaper and hold it in front of the president of the general association who was lying stiff on the bed and unable to move.

The old man has only one pair of eyeballs left to move.

He quickly swept through the newspaper, and slowly, slowly, his face turned purple.

On the other side, a senior executive of the association immediately brought the alphabet so that the old man could express his meaning.

It took almost five minutes.

The old man closed his eyes wearily.

And the one word he left behind as an instruction—[Kill! 】

This instruction was passed down layer by layer at the fastest speed.

...

The wall repairs outside the floating city are finally over.

Let's talk about which is the best engineering team in the world.

Look for 'Old Duck' in the Blue Mine Mountains.

The dwarves rushed to repair it frantically, which saved Utopia.

Now the periphery of Ideal Township is surrounded by iron sheets.

And it is supported by thousands of steel bars made of phantom steel hoarded by the dwarves.

Make it 'stand upside down' in the tiankeng blown out of the goblin's magic bottle.

After rushing to repair the periphery of the floating city, the dwarves slept tiredly in the hanging baskets on the construction site.

After Charlie saw it, his heart was sore and swollen.

She led the multi-ethnic city guard team formed by Xincheng to pull up the hanging baskets hanging from the outside.

Then move the dwarves in the hanging basket into the tent.

Carrying the last dwarf into the tent, Charlie stretched.

The black dragon on the shoulder raised its head and wagged its tail from side to side, as if urging Charlie to go to sleep.

But tonight, Charlie intends to come up with the plan for the 'Re-Lifting Floating City' plan.

As a result, the black dragon was forced to give it to Mr. Yinlong who was even more confused.

Now she has become very skillful, treating the silver dragon who came to 'cengfan' as a 'nanny dragon'.

Yinlong was mistaken for a 'cub-pushing madman'.

He may not be able to solve this misunderstanding for a while.

The black dragon turned its head mechanically, and looked at the speechless silver dragon...

Charlie sat at his desk, unfolded the parchment, and began to conceive of how Utopia would be lifted into space again.

She is going to design three sets of plans, 'admission based on merit'.

Mythra's Nucleus has been deactivated.

If you want the floating city to ascend to heaven, you must find something to replace Mythra's core.

The working principle of Mythra's Core is: go deep into the magic net, infinitely intercept the energy of the magic net, so as to keep the floating city floating.

Otherwise, the ultra-level arcane in the arcane, the gravity reversal technique can also make heavy objects lift into the air.

That being the case, why not use arcane?

Because it doesn't last!

Hold it for a while, and then the city will fall.

Charlie is not willing to let Xiao Hei grow up again to carry the city.

Come to think of it, huh? Why can Xiaohei become bigger? Can it get smaller?

Charlie thought about it, and felt tired for a moment.

She shivered and shook her drowsy head.

Charlie continued to concentrate on the drawings.

ah! Can't sleep! Time is running out!

If you want to understand the truth, pick up the pen and start drawing!

...

It was morning when the dwarves awoke.

Charlie fell asleep on the table.

On the desk made by the villagers of Beira Village, nearly a dozen sheepskin scrolls were spread.

Charlie pressed these blueprints and slept soundly.

The ink from the quill pen smeared on her side face, making her a 'little cat'.

Beside her, the black dragon lay down beside her, becoming a 'paperweight'.

Charlie was covered with a blanket, presumably it was picked up by the black dragon when he came over.

Yinlong guarded the side, enjoying the peaceful morning.

Although after the storm, countless...

But the rainbow will always come, dispel the haze, and let people continue to live with hope.

Charlie woke up with a stiff back.

Almost stiff neck.

Seeing that she was awake, the little black dragon lazily jumped onto his shoulders.

Charlie, who was stretching, felt the familiar weight on his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Sometimes, I wonder if you think of me as a 'mount', you lazy dragon.

She probably didn't know that she had been 'advanced' twice in a row with the Black Dragon.

From the royal cook to the two-legged royal chariot, she has now become a (quasi) personal maid.

Of course, the 'sentence' is also very impressive.

It is only one step away from the 5,000-year history of Zhuangzai Great China.

Run to wash up.

The black dragon stayed outside the washroom very gentlemanly.

Until Charlie came out clean and tidy.

Only then did the black dragon leap gracefully into his exclusive position.

Are the dwarves awake? If so, call them over!

The six dwarves came over with yawns.

Charlie excitedly spread out to the dwarves, this 'masterpiece' last night.

In an instant, the dwarves who were still opening their mouths froze, and Qiqi looked at Bard.

This 'ghost drawing' must only be understood by Bard, who learned perspective drawings from Charlie, right?

Bud took it and turned the blueprint in four directions successively before he could barely understand it.

These are the five 'pillars'? Are you going to build them on Utopia? What are they for?

With sparkling eyes, Charlie began to popularize the concept of 'battery' to the dwarf masters.

...

The week after the war.

The people of the Holy Platinum Empire have not yet breathed a sigh of relief from the long war.

Another piece of shocking news was released heavily.

It's Utopia again, the name has appeared in goblin newspapers with a high profile before.

First of all, Utopia has been successfully preserved from the natural disaster of silent law.

The Governor of the Floating City, Earl Charlie Violet, has revealed to the world that he is an Arcanist of all schools? !

And called on the remaining arcanists to seek refuge in Utopia.

Everywhere you go, someone is talking about the name Charlie Violet.

After the war.

The earth is devastated, and the numb people rebuild their homes.

They mourn the loss of family members in the war, and miss the beautiful scenery of their hometown before the war.

Among these disheveled civilians, a man in a white cloak walked backwards through the crowd.

This person is wearing a pure white cloak, not stained by the dust of the world.

Land barefoot, but not contaminated with a single grain of sand.

He passed through the world without leaving a trace of ripples.

However, the whispers of the world can reach his ears.

【ah! It's Utopia again! No idea it survived such a disaster. 】

[I heard a big man from the magic guild say that many floating cities are finished...]

[Dragon God above, I only hope that the governor will not start another war...]

...

Words like these kept pouring into the ears of the white cloak.

He had listened enough to the voices of the world, and then quietly disappeared into the world.

Vinicius, on Lake Navi.

The space fluctuates, like the ripples caused by the breeze on the lake outside the window.

After the ripples passed, a man wearing a white cloak and carrying a bamboo basket sat down at the head of the long conference table.

The white cloak put down the bamboo basket in his hand.

In the basket, there is a pile of yarn balls quietly placed.

The white cloak on the head seat quietly picked up a ball of yarn and a pair of knitting needles.

He held out his hand hidden under the white cloak.

It was a pair of big male hands.

The white cloak held the needle and began to wind the yarn.

O Bella Coast, that's a dangerous place.

dont you agree?

When the sea has not become so dangerous,

Orcs are always like flies that smell blood.

They will continually harass the shorelines of their 'neighbors'...

I remember that 'Poison Emerald' was very close to there.

As his words fell, a half-shadow appeared from the shadow behind him.

The black shadow bowed its head respectfully, hit its chest with its left hand, and then disappeared again.

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