Chapter 801 Silver Dragon Girl Observation Log (Bugfield Leader Adds 6 Updates)

Gretel really hopes that one day, she can hold Serira's hand and tell her that there is a dragon's nest. It can freely return to its dragon shape, spread its wings, extend its neck, spin in circles, and roll.

No need to usually move around in human form, unable to stretch. When it came time to advance into deep sleep, I endured the drowsiness and ran around to find a suitable place——

Not to mention this, you still have to work hard to bargain with others, and even sell the right to be studied, just to be able to afford the Dragon's Nest Hotel!

When has the little princess of the Yuehui family ever suffered such injustice?

Of course...you still have to think about your wording. Otherwise, it will sound very similar to the familiar saying from the previous life:

"Serila, this is the fish pond I contracted for you..."

The fish pond at least has some benefits, but the Dragon's Nest is all about effort and no benefits. Even if you throw a bunch of gold coins into it, apart from making a tinkling sound, it will not proliferate, it will not give birth to small gold coins, or even small silver coins...

But unfortunately, we can’t say yet. Although the dragon's nest has been built (emptying the reserve funds of the mage tower), the owner of the dragon's nest has not returned yet. Miss Cerela Yuehui is still fast asleep in the Dragon's Nest Hotel!

By the way, how long will she sleep?

Didn't we agree that it would be half a year? It’s been more than half a year!

Gretel ran to the Dragon's Nest Hotel again. This time, Josh Pennington, a sixteenth-level mage from the Conjuration Department, was still rooted in the research room near the hotel, sweating profusely with his team.

"Hey, Master Nordmark, you're here again~~~"

Archmage Pennington gave Gretel a tacit, even teasing smile. Just as he said this, the instrument behind him started beeping. He turned around and rushed back:

"Hurry up! Hurry up! This waveform is very critical!" the archmage roared, his eyes that were smiling just now suddenly turned blood red:

"Hurry up and record the changes in elemental composition! Every time this waveform appears, it will be accompanied by rapid growth in length and weight. You must record it!"

The research room was the size of two classrooms, with a bunch of instruments of various sizes placed against the wall. The operations, records and calculations performed by more than a dozen magicians were all yelled at by the Archmage.

Archmage Pennington roared and ran around. Seeing that the waveform on a certain light screen became regular, he walked back slowly and smiled:

"Mage Nordmark, don't laugh at us. This waveform is really too rare - it only appeared five times in half a year! The first time and the second time, we didn't understand the pattern, and some data I didn’t write it down…”

Gretel stared at him without saying a word. One second, two seconds... Finally, Archmage Pennington scratched his gray hair and laughed:

"Well, Master Nordmark, I'm really sorry. I can't help it. The opportunity to record the advancement of dragons is too precious. The last time the council did this research was..."

He suddenly swallowed back the next words. Gretel stared at his disheveled hair and complained silently:

Okay, looking at you guys, I guess you won’t be able to do this subject in a hundred or two hundred years? Got carried away?

It's a pity that before negotiating the price with them, I forgot to check the papers in the big library to see how many papers there are in related fields, how many years ago the most recent papers were, and what the research results were.

If we check it and find that the earliest living observation data was hundreds of years ago, or that the recent data are all obtained from anatomy, maybe we can strive for better conditions for Cerela and reduce the number of observation items?

"Come, come, come and see the recent achievements." He was reflecting sadly, when Archmage Pennington had already raised his hand and pulled him inside:

"In the past half month, Miss Silver Dragon's length has grown quite rapidly. It is speculated that she has reached a period of rapid growth."

The Archmage clicked a few times on a certain instrument, and Grete immediately saw that the instrument projected a light screen, divided into three pieces, reflecting silhouettes in three directions. He explained silently in his heart:

"Front view, side view, top view..."

Although they were three silhouettes with bumps and holes, as if they had been gnawed by dogs, God knows why they were displayed like this. Archmage Pennington didn't seem to take it seriously, and seemed to be used to it. He pressed it twice more, and the silhouettes in three directions quickly rotated and merged.

Grete suddenly raised the corner of his mouth:

Isn't this what his CT thought?

Use the measurement data from various points and directions to piece it together, and finally get the outer contour!

Sure enough, Cerela's figure began to appear in the light and shadow. There is only the outer outline, no details, and the parts wrapped and covered by the dragon wings and the parts pressed under the body are not distinguished.

Obviously, these magicians of the conjuration system abided by the contract and only used visible light for measurement.

However, when Cerela slept in dragon form, she folded her wings and curled up into a ball... In that case, 100,000 silver coins would be enough to make a bed...

Grete thought silently.

"Miss Silver Dragon's length has grown from 14.5 meters to 16 meters in the past half month." Archmage Pennington quickly explained:

"That's what we measured because she was curled up all the way, so that length doesn't include most of the head and neck, but it does include a small part of the tail."

Always?

Is sleeping really that good?

Gretel stared at the screen suspiciously. From the tone of Serila's voice, it seemed as if she used to sleep and often turned sideways when she fell asleep!

"...It is speculated that her length should be close to 20, or even 21 meters, which is very close to the data of an adult dragon. Her weight has not increased much, and she has even lost half of it recently, but it is accompanied by changes in the wind element..."

Having said this, Archmage Pennington began to pull out his hair again. He moved to another instrument, operated it a few times, and brought up a curve for Grete to see:

"A month and a half ago, Miss Silver Dragon's weight reached its peak, presumably due to eating a lot - and then she began to lose weight slowly. Over the past ten days, the rate of weight loss suddenly accelerated, and at the same time, wind elements suddenly began to gather in large quantities,"

He sighed in distress:

"Oh, if this happens, the weight measurement will be inaccurate..."

If the measurement is not accurate, it is not accurate, which is good. Gretel finally felt a little happier:

If it wasn't for his helplessness, he wouldn't want Serira to be observed and measured like this. What is the body length, tail length, wingspan, and weight? These are girls' privacy and should not be known to anyone casually!

Hey, there will be a dragon nest in the future. If Cerela wants to advance, she can advance in her own mage tower, which is safe and private!

In another sense, uncertainty is good news:

Silver dragons are born with the feather falling technique, and when they reach adulthood, they can gain the ability to control the wind aspect. The gathering of wind elements in large numbers should be an inevitable part of the process of adulthood?

"What did she eat during this time?"

"Miss made no request." Archmage Pennington sighed in distress again:

"Before, there would be notes passed out, or shouting through the microphone, and we would prepare according to her requirements. In the past few months, there have been no requests. We have sent in large quantities of Warcraft meat and monsters based on past records. Crystalline minerals and metals…”

But I don’t know if she ate, how much she ate, or which ones she chose. I don’t know if she will pack it up and take it away. Gretel silently added for him.

With Serira's personality, she may not like Warcraft meat, but if she doesn't finish eating the shiny magic crystals and metals, she will almost certainly pack them away——

By the way, how big is Cerela’s space equipment reserve? Grete never asked, all she knew was that she never seemed to worry about not pretending enough...

"Teacher! She's making some noise!"

Someone suddenly shouted from across the room. Immediately afterwards, almost all the instruments shouted at the same moment:

"Beep beep beep——"

"Ooooooooooo~~~"

"Du-ta-du-ta-"

Archmage Pennington no longer cared about talking to Gretel and flew over. Grete looked around, and for a moment, his heart started to beat:

The way the equipment in the room is buzzing and the lines on the screen are jumping around is so similar to that in the ICU or the busy emergency room in the middle of the night!

Although he couldn't see the patient, the frequency of the instrument was enough to make him nervous!

Gretel looked around and rushed to the first instrument. On the instrument, the dragon shadows fitted by the light lines have indeed begun to change drastically:

The broad dragon wings spread out, flapped once, and flapped again. Then, the whole thing turned around, from straight to side. After turning 90 degrees, he suddenly rolled on the spot and the dragon wings spread out again.

The two ends of the dragon's wings and the slender neck are pressed against the ground at the same time. Stretch as hard as you can, straighten your back and form an arch bridge.

Gretel: "..."

Serira, where did you get all these magical sleeping positions? If it were in human form, I could understand this pose. But in dragon form, it would be easy to break the neck!

The little dragon woven with light and shadow turns left, right, and circles. After a while, he suddenly landed on his feet again, flapped his wings and raised his head. Raise your head to the highest point, open your mouth, and work hard upward——

"Our receiver!"

A magician screamed and jumped up. Next to him, another middle-aged magician sighed and patted him:

"My condolences. By the way, you haven't gotten used to it yet?"

Cerela is awake?

In other words, is it a tossing in a half-dream and half-awake state?

Gretel wasn't sure for a moment, and just stared at the screen, hoping to see more details. Not long after, a red light on the wall suddenly lit up, and a familiar, clear and loud voice resounded through the laboratory:

"I'm awake! I'm hungry! I want to—eat!"

"Miss wants to have dinner! Go and get ready!" Half of the magicians jumped up and rushed out of the laboratory. Grete ran against them in the opposite direction, threw himself in front of the instrument that made the sound, lay on it and shouted:

"Cerela, are you awake?"

"I'm awake!" Fortunately, this instrument can transmit sound in both directions. Cerira's voice immediately rose to a high pitch, surprised and delighted:

"Grete, are you outside? Where are you?"

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