When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#704 - Dragon Magic and Moon Mercury

For some reason, when the old dragon's eyes were fixed on Horn's neck, Horn felt an unspeakable strangeness.

It was as if the dark red wound around his neck was burning.

Horn couldn't help but tighten his collar and calmly performed an ancient Elven etiquette: "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Cynthia. I really did not expect that the legendary ancient dragons still exist today."

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, you've got guts, kid." The red dragon Cynthia slowly raised her body from the ground. "When Ottilia first saw my dragon form, she was so scared that she wet herself…"

"Grandma Cynthia!" The firelight was dim, but it was still possible to see Ottilia's face turning red. "I didn't wet myself!"

As the red dragon slowly sat up, Horn's head also slowly lifted.

Although she was still sitting, she was four or five meters tall at first glance. In other words, this dragon might be more than 9 meters long.

Jeanne couldn't help but step forward and stood in front of Horn.

Gracefully covering her front paws with her long tail, the red dragon Cynthia's gaze shifted to Jeanne: "Another little girl who controls lightning."

Seeming to have seen many ordinary witches, Cynthia's gaze was firmly focused on Horn: "Hmm, a male witch, were you created or modified by Sephaya? No, she doesn't have the ability to play with this level of… Are you a local?"

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and Horn put on a puzzled expression: "I am not from Black Serpent Bay…"

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, you're still playing dumb with me?!" Seeming dissatisfied with Horn's concealment, Cynthia bared her teeth and screamed, "Fool, do you think your cage is much bigger than mine?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Although he didn't know how Cynthia saw through it, Horn still denied it innocently, "I was born in Upper River County, Thousand River Valley. Is my ancestral home Black Serpent Bay?"

"Hee!"

With a strange cry, Cynthia's huge dragon head stretched down, and her hot breath blew across Horn's forehead. Her head was no more than a meter away from Horn's face, and a golden pupil was staring at Horn.

Blown by the sulfurous breath, Horn's expression remained unchanged, even with some seriousness and hidden anger: "Ms. Cynthia, I came with a friendly attitude."

Jeanne immediately jumped forward and shouted at Ottilia, "What do you mean by this?"

"Grandma Cynthia." Ottilia also hurried forward to stop her, "Calm down."

The red dragon just stared at Horn's calm eyes, and after a long time, she straightened her head again, shaking her wings listlessly: "I must have misjudged. It's time anyway."

Seeing that the red dragon had finally shifted her attention, Horn breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were only a few short sentences, the amount of information behind it was quite large.

Not to mention the fact that an ancient red dragon was really imprisoned under Heavenly Maiden City, the existence of the dragon itself was very subversive.

As soon as this red dragon came up, she could see Horn's past of being beheaded and reborn. Based on his manipulation of the walking corpse, it could be seen that she actually knew necromancy.

After all, dragons are legendary mythical magical creatures, so it is barely possible to explain that she knows necromancy.

Most importantly, after looking at himself twice, she could determine that the soul in his body was not the original owner. At first, she suspected that Sephaya was causing trouble, but then she immediately asked Horn if he was a "local."

However, after Horn flatly denied it, her attitude became somewhat ambiguous. Either her judgment was not accurate, or she didn't want to tear her face apart, or both.

In this generally low-magic world, this kind of high-magic existence is really a huge variable, especially since this dragon doesn't seem to be very mentally stable.

If he had known that Ms. Cynthia under this sinkhole was a red dragon, he would not have come.

"Ms. Cynthia, what time is it? I still have some questions to ask you."

Cynthia did not answer Horn's question, but Ottilia explained: "The opportunity to condense red dragon breath is only once or twice a month. If you don't seize it, you will have to wait until next month. That's why I invited you down today."

There are only one or two chances a month to condense red dragon breath. Why does this frequency sound a bit familiar?

Before Horn could think about it, Cynthia suddenly raised her head and let out a low roar like a call.

In the darkness, someone didn't know what switch was turned on, and the starlight and moonlight rippling with water shone in from the top of this underground cave at the same time.

The silvery-white light filled the entire conical sinkhole, and the slippery stone walls on both sides seemed to be covered with a layer of fluorescence.

It was not until this time that Horn could see clearly that rows of strange snake patterns were carved on both sides of the cave wall, and the arrangement seemed a little familiar.

The guarding snake people made hissing sounds, shrinking their tails and bodies into the channel holes behind the stone walls.

Looking at the surrounding scene, Horn's heart skipped a beat. He swept his eyes from left to right, and even turned around in place, before whispering: "It's similar, too similar."

"Brother, what's similar?"

Drooping his eyelids, Horn shook his head and pointed to the sinkhole around him: "Don't you think this sinkhole is very similar to our aether spire? It's just upside down."

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo—" A hoarse and unpleasant laugh sounded, and Cynthia's damaged wings fanned the sand at the bottom of the pit, revealing a pool almost identical to the aether spire but filled with sand in the place where she had been lying.

"You call this the aether spire, but we call this a landmark." Circling around the small pool without water in the center, Cynthia rose up on her hind legs and began to push the stone slabs on both sides of the stone wall, "The astral realm floats above, the spirit realm sinks below, the world floats and sinks like a dream bubble…"

As Cynthia narrated, a black-red light that was completely opposite to the aether spire began to appear in the center of the pool.

Horn and Jeanne immediately changed their expressions drastically. If this thing was the same as the aether spire, then Horn's head would fly again.

"Wait, I can't…"

"Pause the ritual!"

But this black-red light did not wait for Horn. It emitted heat and shot into the sand in the center of the pool. The air was distorted as if it were in a furnace. In an instant, the pile of sand melted into liquid.

Between the ripples of water, the pool of sand actually turned into a transparent liquid. On closer inspection, isn't this the moon pool water in the aether spire?

"Brother, brother, are you okay?" Jeanne touched Horn's neck with a worried look.

Horn shook his head to indicate that he was okay.

But the strange thing was that this short ritual was about to end, but Horn did not feel the pulling force he had felt in the aether spire before this time.

Looking up at Cynthia again, although he couldn't see the expression on the dragon's face, he didn't know why, but he always felt that the arc of Cynthia's mouth seemed to be saying: Are you still pretending?

"Don't be afraid, your head is fine." Cynthia lazily moved the stones on both sides with her huge dragon claws. "This is connected to a different place. I'll give you the Secret Eye amulet I made later, so you don't have to be afraid even in Sephaya's place."

Watching Ottilia pour dragon blood into the pool, it condensed into small red crystals in a matter of seconds. This was actually the red dragon breath.

So red dragon breath is so easy to make? Horn instantly felt that he had lost out.

"Is this alchemy? Is the water in the pool the water of light?" Horn couldn't help but ask until the black-red light dissipated.

"The water of light is too low-level. This is moon mercury, and this method is not called alchemy, but dragon language magic." Cynthia smugly poked at the sand. "The so-called alchemy is that elves eat dragon shit and then shit it out for you humans to eat. What you think is incredibly mysterious is as ridiculous to dragons as children sitting on the ground playing with mud."

So Sephaya's alchemy techniques were actually obtained from Cynthia?

No, you have this technology, why don't you build artifacts to push down the church, what are you doing in this dungeon?

Seeming to see Horn's doubts, Cynthia swept the ground with her tail and sat down: "Why do you think dragons became extinct? Most dragon language magic has failed. It's all the elves' fault, harming dragons!"

At this point, Horn couldn't help but say: "So you came from the First Elven Empire era?"

"I am naturally… Hmph, guess." Cynthia swallowed a mouthful of moon mercury. "You are hiding from me, and I am also hiding from you, unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you bring Sephaya's daughter here… Don't tell me you don't have one, you must have one!"

Horn's expression became serious again. Thousands of miles away, this old dragon actually knew about Hilof's existence?

According to the time, Sephaya left Black Serpent Bay more than 30 years ago, and Hilof should have been born more than 20 years ago.

Could it be that Sephaya could foresee that she would adopt a witch? Wait, could Hilof be an artificial witch created by Sephaya?

But this old dragon said earlier that Sephaya could not play with this level of physical transformation.

The huge red dragon showed a playful smile: "As long as you bring her here, I will not only teach you all the dragon language magic I can use, but you have such a huge number of dependents, you can easily push down the church, isn't that good?"

"What do you want to do with her?"

"That's none of your business." Cynthia blew out a sulfurous wind. "So, what do you think?"