Chapter 678 Serira Meets the Queen!

Stimulated by sufficient remuneration and a large amount of rare jewelry, Mr. Crowley, the royal tailor of the Royal Mage Group and a second-level transformation mage, worked hard and finally made the clothes and jewelry that Cerela wanted on time.

——Of course, Gretel’s help is inevitable. This includes lending a dark gold skeleton and cutting the ice bear skin according to the lines drawn by Mr. Crowley;

Including threading, let the dark gold skeleton help sew the ice bear skin, and add various decorations on it;

And most importantly, help "read gems":

Use the spiritual power of a magician to sense, sort out, and stimulate the magical power inherent in gemstones. Various gems are important casting materials for magicians, as well as objects for burning and storing magic. The first step in burning magic is to sense the inner condition of the gem:

What is the nature of the magic power solidified in this gem? In which direction? Is it lively and enthusiastic, or deep and stable? What direction of magic is suitable for recording?

The gem that solidifies the magic power of ice, burns the magic of fire, and blows it up for you every minute! ——It's not impossible, but it requires extremely high control, and the gems burned in this way can only be used as bombs...

In short, every gem must go through the process of "gem reading" before it is inscribed. As for the gems that have been read and stimulated, if nothing else is mentioned, the light effect is beyond the original level...

Gretel also understood from this why magicians in this world don't pay attention to gem cutting. No need at all! A gem that has been inspired by magical power has its own light source!

Three days passed and it was finally time to be summoned by the Queen. Grete, Serira, and Pastor Joanna rode in the carriage provided by the council, followed by Grandma Salia's carriage, and rumbled toward the Villa.

The other people brought by Grete followed behind in a simpler carriage, but also bearing the six-pointed star emblem of the Magic Council, so that the Queen could summon them at any time.

——Of course, Bernard was not included in the carriage crew. The barbarian was wrapped in a traditional animal skin vest, carrying his precious big bone club, and riding on Appa's back. Along the way, I walked through the city with swagger, and everyone looked at me:

What kind of monster is this?

It's so tall and big that it takes up the whole street!

Riding this kind of monster to the palace is so... so...

How barbaric!

The closer you get to the Villa, the more nobles' carriages are on the road. There is an endless stream of nobles who are summoned to have an audience, or who come to the palace to serve the queen on a daily basis, and they soon merge into a traffic flow.

The tree-lined avenue outside the Villa is not very wide and can only accommodate two carriages traveling in parallel or in opposite directions. As Apa was walking on it, the carriage coming from the opposite side had to be carefully avoided...

"who is this?"

"A barbarian? Is there such a thing as a barbarian for the person the Queen summoned today?"

"Let me see... the carriage in front is hung with the emblem of the Magic Council. No wonder, these spell casters have no respect for the nobles!"

"There's nothing you can do about it, magicians. They've never been as observant of etiquette as the nobles. It's a good thing they didn't fly over directly to have an audience."

"No matter what, it's too..."

"Hush! Keep your voice down! You can't beat him! High-level monsters are intelligent, and if they hear you talking bad about them, they'll give you a slap and you'll have no place to complain!"

The nobles along the way whispered to each other and looked sideways. Grete didn't hear it at all. Cerira turned her ears around, and was soon pulled by Grete to point out the scenery on the avenue. After a while, the carriage drove to the palace, and soon a guard came over to guide:

"Mage Nordmark? Please come this way, and everyone please come this way..."

Everyone in Gretel followed his guidance, walked through the garden, and headed into the palace. The Bieyuan is different from the main hall of the palace. It is completely wrapped in a garden. It is early spring, and the eyes are full of goose yellow and tender green, which makes people feel relaxed and happy soon.

The terrain of the entire garden is flat, but the hedges and tree walls are high and low, scattered in an orderly manner, and the flower beds are well-layered, which are offset by the scattered green spaces and pools, forming independent small landscapes. Cerira looked left and right, dizzying:

"Oh! This little fountain pool is so cute!"

"Oh! This shade is so comfortable!"

"It turns out to be a hedge of flowers here! It's a pity that there are only a few here and there. It would be even more beautiful if the flowers were in full bloom!"

In the garden, ladies holding small lace umbrellas and noble men in straight military uniforms passed by from time to time. When they saw them coming, they all stopped and watched. They whispered to each other, pointed, and then turned away before Gretel and others approached.

Cerira was unaware of them and just visited happily. For convenience, she only wore an elf ranger outfit when riding a carriage and entering the palace. It was light and convenient, and not luxurious at all. People with poor eyesight can't tell anything from a distance except that she is an elf.

Along the way, everyone was handed from the hands of the guards to the hands of the maids, stepped into the majestic and solemn castle-like palace, and walked through the more than one thousand meter long corridor filled with portraits of royal family members, and were invited to take a break in the small hall. As soon as the person walked away, Serila jumped up:

"Quick, quick! Where are my clothes? Where are my jewelry? I want to dress beautifully! Help me change it!"

Gretel quickly patted the space bag, poured out all the clothes, and then pulled out a piece of light and shadow to separate the dressing room. The dark gold skeleton had a dress draped over one arm and a jewelry box in one bone hand. It pattered over and ran back again.

Joanna held back her laughter and stepped forward to help. Two nurses and two midwives were also busy helping her change clothes, comb her hair, and put on jewelry. While they were still hurriedly dressing up, the door of the small hall was knocked twice. A maid with a solemn look opened the door and came in:

"Mage Nordmark? Aunt Thalia, Miss Fleshgret, Miss Joanna? Please come with me and prepare for the queen's summons——"

Her voice suddenly got stuck. The light and shadow fluctuated silently. Serila held an ice bear skin cloak in one hand and walked out with a meteoric stride. The top of her hair, neck, ears, and skirt were all sparkling with jewelry.

"Cerela? Are you dressed up?"

Gretel smiled and greeted him. Serila naturally stood beside him and tilted her head to the royal maid:

"Are you okay? Let's go!"

This interview was neither too formal nor too private. The Queen was sitting on her favorite armchair in the tea room, surrounded by a group of intimate maids, talking and laughing:

"Your Majesty, it is said that among the people who came to see you today, there is an elf!"

"Your Majesty, let us stay and take a look! I still don't know what the elf looks like!"

"Yes, it is said that they all use green leaves and vines to make clothes, and flowers to make jewelry. Thinking about it, they are very beautiful..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the tea room opened silently. Just two jingles were heard, and the coffee spoons in the hands of the maids closest to the Queen fell on the cup holders, making a few soft crunching sounds.

On Miss Elf's silver hair, diamonds shine brightly, sapphires are like blue sea waves, pearl crystal waves roll up on the skirt, and the light of the jewelry even overwhelms the crown on the queen's head.

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