Chapter 387 Enemies Are Extremely Jealous when They Meet Each Other
Grete pursed her lips and looked at the silver dragon girl.
Cerela tilted her head and looked at him.
"..."
"..."
If there was a crow at the scene, it would definitely scream, fly over the two people's heads, and maybe even dive and drop a bomb. It's a pity that no one carries a crow familiar. The temperature, altitude and vegetation here are not a place where crows can live...
Therefore, the two people (?) can only stare at each other, trying to make the embarrassment disappear over time, or "as long as I am not embarrassed, then I am not the one who is embarrassed..."
"Oops! It's broken! It's okay, I'll fix it!"
Serila suddenly smiled sweetly. He grabbed the microscope, turned it over, and threw prosthetics onto the objective lens. Grete turned his head silently and cast his gaze into the distant darkness:
It is said that dragon's blood is so corrosive that it can even melt metal. Therefore, when fighting dragons, you must take this into special consideration and use weapons made of special materials or enchant them.
Most people who are exposed to dragon blood will scream in pain. Only the strongest warriors can resist this erosion and benefit from it...
"On the Nature and Uses of Dragon's Blood", Zamora Stuyvesant, Magical Calendar 185.
Thunderhorn Vaults.
Fine.
Senior Master, have you really slain a dragon, or have you obtained dragon blood through some other means? I haven't seen the ability of dragon blood to corrode metal, but I saw its ability to corrode glass today...
And, after the dragon transforms into an elf, does the blood still retain the properties of dragon blood? Should it be maintained in full or in part?
If the properties of dragon blood remain unchanged, what about other cells? What about organs? If you have the chance, maybe you can do a "Study on Cell State Changes Under Transfiguration"? Of course, it is definitely not made of living people, animals can also transform!
Gretel was thinking wildly. White light flashed around her. Cerira wiped away the blood stains and threw repair techniques one by one on the lens, the stage, and the light source:
The stage is as clean as new, and although the silver rod holding the [Eternal Flame] is a little short, it still emits light evenly and stably. Restoration, a level 0 spell of the transformation system, is quite useful for repairing some minor damage to objects. Of course, the specific degree of repair depends on the skill of the operator...
"Hey, why can't you see clearly?"
Cerira took a look at the eyepiece, cast a repair spell, looked again, and cast a repair spell again. Slender white fingers brushed the objective lens, and he lifted it up to take a look:
"There's no blood...I wiped it clean!"
"What's going on?" Grete leaned over to take a look. The scene under the eyepiece was blurry and uneven in size, as if there were dozens of mirrors installed. Gretel sighed:
"...Forget it, stop repairing it."
He reached for the arm of the mirror. The silver dragon girl put the microscope in her arms and half turned her body to block it:
"I'll fix it and give it to you!"
…Do you believe me when I say you can’t cultivate it well?
The basic version of the optical microscope seems to have a simple structure, but the requirements are not low. Slight changes in the curvature of the lens, or unevenness, or insufficient smoothness of the surface of the lens will cause blurred vision and inability to observe.
When wiping the lens, you must use special lens cleaning paper. Anything slightly rough can damage the lens.
From what I saw just now, it's probably because the dragon's blood corroded the lenses into pits. During the repair process, these small parts were not taken care of...
Gretel tried his best to explain the truth clearly. Alas, I can’t talk about physics, I can only talk about logic. It’s so tiring...
"So, it's just too small to see, so it can't be repaired?" The silver dragon girl tilted her face. Before Grete could nod, she formed a circle with her left thumb and index finger and pointed it at the objective lens:
"big!"
Above the circle, a piece of light and shadow quietly rose, magnifying the knuckle-sized objective lens by more than ten times. Cerira stared at the image of the objective lens, observed it carefully for a moment, nodded, and flicked her nails again:
"recover!"
With a click, the glass lens shattered on the spot and turned into five or six pieces...
"..."
"..."
"..."
Grete looked at Cerira, and Cerira looked at Grete, looking at each other.
"This...I will compensate you! I will definitely compensate you!"
After breaking a microscope, the silver dragon girl finally stopped. Prince Rosega took advantage of the situation to greet her:
"Are you hungry? Come and have dinner together! What do you usually eat? Fruit? Or nectar? We only have a little bit of honey here. Do you want to eat cured meat? Do you want to try the cheese?"
"Okay, okay! I haven't eaten dwarf food yet!"
Serila leaned forward lightly and sat beside the fire. Gretel silently sat opposite her, took out a porcelain bowl from the space bag, scooped himself a bowl of potato pickled broth, and watched her gracefully take a large grilled pork ribs——
Grete remembers clearly that in his previous life, his colleagues went on a group trip and ate mutton at an internet celebrity restaurant. That damn store just served lamb chops, whole, not cut, and there was no waiter to serve them...
The doctors at the table looked at each other. Finally, he asked the store for a meat cleaver. The thoracic surgeon held the handle of the knife and tried to cut downwards. While cutting, he complained, "I should have brought a chainsaw if I had known." The two orthopedic surgeons held the two ends and tried to break them apart!
Their hands were full of grease, and their four hands were burned red. It was difficult to separate all the mutton chops. Shopkeepers in the northwest desert are so rough in their work, but why do dwarves do this? Do you want her to chew it directly?
Although it was not impossible to chew... the word "gnaw" came to mind, and Gretel seemed to see the silver dragon opening its big mouth, crunching, and chewing the armored weapons into pieces like biscuits...
Then, he saw Serila sitting still, pinching the tips of two ribs with her slender fingertips, and pointing them outwards.
Oh no!
Countless muscle fibers, ligaments, and fascia are connected to each other. The ribs, which usually need to be cut with a knife to be separated, were torn open by her as easily as paper, and half of them were handed back with a smile.
"..."
"..."
A little further away from the fire, the dwarf warriors were whispering to each other.
"Is the Elf Ranger so strong?"
"High-level warriors should be able to do it...but she doesn't seem to have any effort at all..."
"By the way, high-level warriors, do you eat too much? Do we bring enough food?"
Gretel calmed down silently and scanned the food in the space bag.
Don't be afraid. For this trip, he packed a month's worth of food in his space bag. It’s still affordable to feed Yinlong a meal! If she wants another meal tomorrow, just let her hunt by herself!
However, the silver dragon girl did not show an appetite beyond that of ordinary people. She politely shared a little bit of the dinner—more like tasting it—and then declined His Highness the Prince’s further entertainment:
"I'm full! Thank you, it's delicious!"
She stood up from the fire. Prince Rosega quickly took advantage of the firelight to wink at Gretel. Gretel looked at him blankly:
? ? ?
"Ahem!" Prince Rosegar blinked again, kicked Gretel, and pointed to the tent:
Where should she live? Is it okay to live with you? The wind on the mountain is strong and cold. Why don't we all live in tents and let the elf ranger who has come from afar - let alone a beautiful woman - freeze alone outside?
Gretel: "..." Can dragons catch a cold?
The camping site on the ridge was not big to begin with, and the traveling tents brought out by the dwarves were even shorter and smaller. Cerela walked around the camp, stopped in front of the largest tent, looked at it carefully, and wrinkled her nose. She then waved her hand, and a stone house appeared out of thin air, firmly rooted on the mountain road:
"Mr. Master! Can you come over here? I still have a few questions to ask!"
...Can we discuss it tomorrow?
Regardless, Gretel finally won the right to sleep in his own tent. As for Miss Silver Dragon, whether she would spend the night in the elf form in the stone house or fly far away and transform into her original form, Gretel didn't want to know at all. Speaking of which, the size of the stone house could barely accommodate her dragon form, provided that no more people were squeezed in...
Early the next morning, Serira still walked with them. Moreover, he was far behind in the queue and kept asking:
"Mr. Wizard! Can I call you Grete?"
"Gretel, why did you pry off two of my scales?"
"What does it mean to conduct electricity? Why can't it flow through the body if it is conductive?"
After answering one question, she was able to ask ten more questions, which made Grete's head and two heads grow bigger. The goat's legs underneath him were trembling, but he just didn't dare to run away. Gretel had no choice but to take out an iron ingot from his space bag:
"So, can you use the shaping method to make it into many thin iron rods, and then put them together into a cage? Then, let's find an animal and try it?"
Let’s talk about it, let’s do an experiment! Faraday cage goes!
Cerela took the iron ingot with her slender bare hands, glanced at the phantom outlined by Grete, and threw it up. She closed her eyes slightly, and the silver-blue gem on her forehead shone brightly, covering the iron ingot. In the light, the piece of pig iron was flattened, stretched, and coiled...
"thump!"
The light faded away, and half of the iron ingot fell to the ground with a crooked piece, like a half-welded wire cage. Serila had a pretty face and walked quickly forward. Gretel quickly urged the goat to follow, but the goat whined, its legs became weak, and it knelt down!
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Gretel had no choice but to jump off the sheep's back and rush forward. Cerira looked like she was just walking quickly, but her speed was astonishing. Grete followed behind and ran all the way to the front of the team. With great difficulty, she finally stopped and stared at the mountain road ahead.
"What's wrong?"
Grete asked quietly. Turning his head, he saw that the pretty face of the silver dragon girl was cold, her right hand was pressed on the handle of the knife, and her anger level was clearly about to burn. Prince Rosega and others also came forward. Before they had time to ask, there was a clang, and Serila's long sword was unsheathed and pointed straight ahead:
"You guys! Get out of here!"
On the opposite ridge, a small group of dwarves rode goats and meandered. At the end of the team was a human, wearing a black robe, who was clearly a priest of the Church of the Lord of Glory.
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