Dawn of the Grey Tower

Bridging, what a subtle description. It's as if there's a continuum of connections between things, as if an invisible hand is trying to put the broken toys back together.

Cheese once believed that there is such a connection between things, it is because of the strong, strong as the connection between the gray robes, strong like the gray tower standing still, no matter how the world changes, their relationship will not Cut off, never will.

However, facts have taught Cheese that what kind of power is pathetic in the face of seemingly powerless nature. Powerful mages will die, ancient civilizations will disappear, changes are like rushing rivers, and they will go east and never look back.

Bridging, how unreliable it seems. Can things really be bridged? Are things still the same after they are healed? Or is this just a misunderstood interpretation from the perspective of plants to heal wounds like a tree tumor?

Cheese doesn't know, although he has to think according to the evil spirit's thoughts now, but some things are not understood by the evil spirit itself.

"You mean, the flute I lost wants me to find it here?" If he didn't understand something, he packaged it as an unknown number, gave it a nickname like algebra in mathematics, and continued the conversation.

"Things that have been broken cannot be restored. It is not the flute itself that is involved in healing, but the connection it refers to, the connection between you and the dragon." The puppet man's eyes looked at the gold and silver on his body, and there was no trace of it. emotion.

"I didn't even know that my little friendship with the dragon was so famous, even the mother tree who lived in a strange forest had heard of it."

Cheese was actually a little dissatisfied with the other party's answer. If Mother Tree wanted to play tricks, she would be too straightforward. It was so straightforward that Gray Robe felt a little offended. His relationship with Mi-Ge was a secret. Even among the Rat People, the Mage or a Dragon Knight was just a rumor.

Secrets, of course, do not want to be known by others with excessive certainty, because it means that the secrets are lost, or the members contained in the secrets are not as secret as they think.

"The reason I know about you is because I'm like you. Take the gold and silver from my chest, and you'll see what I'm saying is true."

Cheese narrowed his eyes. He had heard and seen many similar stories. Gold and silver are excellent carriers of magic, because they have value, the value that people give them. A person who recognizes the value of precious metals and gemstones such as gold and silver cannot resist the magic attached to them, and the protagonists of many stories that begin with greed are at the mercy of others.

On a smaller scale, when picking up a gold coin, the edge of the gold coin can turn into a sharp blade to cut fingers. On a larger scale, moving or taking away cursed treasures may inflict some kind of diabolical curse that brings death suddenly and unexpectedly. But there is one difference between Cheese and the people in those stories.

"Okay, then please forgive me." Cheese is a mage, a gray-robed mage. If the curse in the world is not so effective on anyone, he must be one of them.

Eyes gleaming with magic light, the fingers that slowly touched the gold coins, the stinging pain that was imaginary with a warning sign did not strike. Cheese looked up at the puppet's face with a little hesitation. This evil spirit seemed to be too defenseless. Isn't she afraid that the mage will directly destroy her body?

Holding this confusion, Cheese removed the jewelry on the puppet's chest, revealing her chest. On the surface of the wooden texture, a pool of dazzling bloodstains was particularly eye-catching. The bloodstain was so large that it almost dyed most of the puppet's chest red, but it could still be inferred from the shape of the edge that the core of the bloodstain just coincided with the position of the puppet's heart.

In an instant, many doubts about the mother tree disappeared. Cheese was finally able to determine why the evil spirit in front of her was so strange. The reason was that what drove her was not entirely discrete resentment. The most crucial and important thing was this drop of blood, a drop of dragon blood.

"A giant dragon is buried under this tree, and everything around me once belonged to him. I was originally just a seed, but by chance, I was mixed into the dragon's treasure and stained with his Blood." In the music box, the puppet's voice explained its origin. The dragon's blood absorbed by the seed is like a birthmark on a baby's body, spreading as it germinates and grows, eventually becoming what it looks like on the wooden humanoid.

Dragon blood has magic power, but not every drop of magic power is equal. Dying blood symbolizes filth and heritage, and to accept it is to accept the presence of the dead together. Strictly speaking, the puppet in front of him is an out-and-out dragonborn, a dragonborn evil spirit.

In this way, it is not without reason that she can perceive the connection between Cheese and the dragon. However, just because of this, would she kindly remind Cheese?

The gray robe resets the gold and silver, and although the puppet doesn't need clothes, he thinks it's better that way. Then, he frowned and thought for a few seconds, "I appreciate you telling me about the flute. The problem is that it's not in my original plan, and I can provide some help for it, but no other guarantees. Unless, Can you give me a price to change my plan."

The meaning of cheese is very clear. He can help the tree mother deal with some problems. First, because the other party is not completely an evil spirit, there is room for negotiation in terms of demand. The second reason is that repairing the Dragon Calling Flute is indeed an attractive option. If Cheese still has the Dragon Calling Flute in his hand, he can call Mi Ge over to bring the group back to Cangshi. The long journey is nothing to the dragon, and it can be reached in a few days after a journey of several months.

"To restore the flute, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com needs three things. I can tell you what they are and offer one of them."

"Which three? Which one?" This kind of direct questioning is actually inappropriate in the negotiation, but the mother tree's expression is too soft, which makes Cheese want to try something radical.

"The wood embryo as the base, the clay as the shell, and the dragon material that gives it magic. I can make the wood embryo for you, and you need to find the latter two."

Cheese raised his eyebrows, and some thoughts flashed in his heart. He has owned the Dragon-calling Flute for more than ten years, and it is impossible for him to have no guesses about the craftsmanship and principle of this flute. What the other party said was indeed very similar to what he knew.

"Then please tell me what you want me to do?"

"I want to invite you to slay the dragon."

In the tree hole, it was very quiet. The gray-robed mage stood opposite the puppet in the treasure, and the wind was blowing from behind the cheese, mixed with the smell of rain. The light here doesn't seem to be as bright as it started.

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