The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

How terrible has the appeal of the goblin's three weekly publications reached?

Just look at the arcanists who went to Utopia these days to understand.

Like loose sand gathered together.

Every day, Charlie meets countless people alone.

City officials had to expand again.

After experiencing the disaster together, the aborigines of Bella Village finally won five seats.

All three trainee officials were promoted to full-time officials.

Among them, the half-elf Nao was transferred to be the secretary-general of the governor.

Don't ask why it's a half-elf and not the other two.

The reason for asking is because it is eye-catching.

Those who have something to do with elves are not bad in appearance.

Even the black-skinned dark elves have a unique sense of beauty, but it's a pity that Charlie doesn't like it.

She is confident in her face control.

Supplemented most of the municipal officials and did a good job of pre-job training.

Charlie's heavy workload was suddenly reduced by half.

But still very busy.

Every arcanist who seeks refuge in Utopia will be personally received by her, and sincerely comforted.

Fill a few bowls of 'chicken soup', and then watch those arcanists start to wipe their tears.

She then painted a big cake for the other party again, only making no distinction between people's foolishness.

In the end, watching these arcanists turn their grief and indignation into strength, they ran out vowing to contribute to the utopia.

Witnessing everything in silence, the words of the black dragon are: 'it can be called magic'.

Every Friday.

Ideal Township is the last legal working day of each week.

This evening, Charlie will hold a small welcome party.

Welcome to the Arcanists who are new to Utopia.

At the same time, it is also a social meeting to guide these cramped 'newcomers' to quickly integrate into the atmosphere of Utopia.

There are goblins and gold coins.

Even though it has just experienced the war and the empire lacks supplies, there is no shortage of good food and wine here.

Magnificent buildings, exquisite life with fine wine and food...

These arcanists who once thought that arcane arts would disappear in the long river of history were unable to control themselves.

Many of them did not participate in the war that determined their fate.

But he knew what terrible consequences the 7-second magic silence would cause.

Fine wine is often the best 'placebo', when a group of Arcanists who have experienced ups and downs, get drunk.

One person made such a suggestion.

We should form an organization to fight against the oppression of magicians!

Ideal Township was originally a floating city.

The floating city was originally a small group with a great arcanist at its core.

But at present, everyone doesn't want to mention the floating city.

Although Charlie made public remarks, saying that he would definitely bring the Floating City back to heaven.

But now no one believed it except herself, and the dwarves who were working on it.

As soon as this proposal was mentioned, it was approved by all the newly joined arcanists.

Everyone at the welcome party looked at Charlie.

Seeing eight Ion Stones of different colors flying above his head, Charlie in black robe pondered for a moment:

Let's call it the Black Robe Wizards' Association of the Coast.

The casters looked at each other.

They have found out.

This city lord has eight series of Ion stones on her head, but when she attends formal occasions, she either wears noble clothes or black mage robes.

There are different factions of spellcasters who came to join Charlie.

So, why the black robe?

The black-robed arcanists naturally liked it.

But the other departments are not happy.

With all due respect, Lord Violet, why the black robe?

Because... I just happened to be wearing a black robe today. Charlie joked half-truthfully.

Thus, the Coastal Black Robe Wizards Association was established.

The next day's Secrets of the World You Don't Know, Charlie dominated the edition again.

The goblins also dare to take out everything to make up the word count.

The topic of The Strong Rise of the Black-robed Wizards of the Coast took up three pages.

A general association president who was lying on the bed unable to speak or move was so angry after seeing it that he vomited blood in gallons.

His therapist has blacklisted Goblin Weekly Wednesdays.

It is strictly forbidden for the President of the General Association to watch it while he is recuperating in bed.

The establishment of the 'Coastal Black Robe Wizards Association' seemed to give the arcanists who had regained their confidence a shot in the arm.

They devoted themselves more enthusiastically to the construction of the territory.

Charlie grouped them.

The evocation system, protection system, main output and defense are all transferred to the city defense.

The transformation system is like a brick, you can move it wherever you need it.

The necromantic department was transferred to do logistics.

A group of black robes that make people feel very depressing roll up their sleeves to do logistics, which is really a big reversal of image.

What happened to the skeleton soldiers? Are skeleton soldiers not labor force?

The remaining few departments will be packaged and distributed to the 'Old Duck' black workshop.

Cough, in short, they have great responsibilities, and they have to cooperate with the dwarves in the research and development of the 'Auntie Battery'.

Everything is in order.

Ideal Township develops steadily.

There is little inspiration after the war.

But the rapid development of Utopia is absolutely inspirational, and it has been slaughtered in Goblin's weekly Wednesday magazine.

It is true that the Floating Void City is no longer visible in the sky, but in everyone's eyes, Utopia has replaced it and become a holy place.

Charlie gradually let go of some management positions for the talented people who newly joined Utopia.

She's not doing it rashly.

Who made her now have a super lich sitting in Utopia?

That's how confident I am.

After freeing up time, Charlie finally had the time to study the arcane arts of the Protection Department and the Illusion Department.

These two departments came too late, which obviously became her shortcoming.

So busy, it's a brand new week.

The number of people who come to seek refuge in Utopia continues unabated.

As usual, Charlie followed the arrangement of the Chief Secretary and received the newcomers to the Floating City.

Something is different today.

Charlie glanced at the information briefly.

One of them caught her attention.

A black-robed great arcanist.

These days, almost all those who come to Utopia are arcanists.

There are few grand arcanists.

This is also a sad thing.

Most grand arcanists live in floating cities.

This led to the fact that even if they did not participate in that war, they could not escape bad luck.

Charlie still attaches great importance to the first grand arcanist who defected in recent days.

One-on-one meetings were even arranged.

The places to meet the newcomers were all selected in Utopia.

During this period of time, through the joint efforts of the newly joined transformation system arcanists.

All the buildings in the city have been renovated and strengthened.

To be honest, it really doesn't look like it fell from the sky after a disaster.

Its level of luxury is not inferior to the Platinum Palace in the imperial capital.

Charlie pushed open the door and walked in.

Followed by Li and Mr. Yinlong.

Because there is no shortage of manpower, the group of seven is now taking turns as Charlie's guards.

And Silver Dragon...

Charlie understood that he only had eyes for black dragon cubs.

So, are all silver dragons 'baby-sucking monsters', or is it only this silver dragon who has a 'soft spot' for black dragon cubs?

Charlie has always been very friendly.

I have no airs with anyone.

Mr. Marty, please sit down. Charlie held a stack of documents in his hand.

They are all the information of the person she will interview later.

The black robe named Marty looked hesitantly at the two behind Charlie.

A silver-haired elf, possibly half-elf.

Another scarred face looks like a mercenary.

There are no spellcasters.

Uh, may I have a private talk with you? the black robe said awkwardly.

Charlie was slightly taken aback, and then frowned, We are all our own people here, so you might as well speak up if you have anything to say.

Marty saw that this arcane genius had a firm attitude, and knew that saying more would arouse suspicion.

Simply, he only thought that he was well prepared, and suddenly launched an attack.

See the poor dagger in the picture.

The black robe took out a scroll from his sleeve.

After all, Lao Li was still a mercenary, and his reaction speed was still there.

He threw himself on Charlie who hadn't reacted yet.

In this split second, the black-robed Marty shredded the magic scroll.

A sealed super magic roared out.

However, doomed to futility.

The 'silver-haired elf' with a very low sense of presence only took a step forward lightly.

A huge dragon wing grew from his back.

The dragon wings are in front of him, like a shield.

The powerful Silver Dragon Wings blocked the oncoming super fire magic.

The black-robed magician forgot what was going on behind him, and was dumbfounded.

Why does he carry a dragon with him, it's still a silver dragon!

How to kill this? !

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