Hotel on the mountain

In July 1801, Charles Alexander Alva entered the Bachelor's College on Pearl Lake in the New World.

He was only carrying a simple suitcase and a coat on his hand. He was standing next to a pillar in the center of the room, looking at the sunlight coming through the door on the ground, as if deep in thought, standing still.

As Doer Raya's footsteps approached, Charles also raised his head and saw this intellectual lady with fair skin and flaxen hair. He walked up to meet her, bowed slightly and said: "Hello, I am Charles will be your partner in future work.”

"Hello, hello." Before she came, she had been told that there would be someone from the royal family working with her, but being greeted by a member of the royal family all of a sudden still made her feel indescribably excited, and she hurriedly responded, " You don’t look like a member of the royal family at all.”

Charles had gray hair and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked at Dao'er with his light blue eyes and smiled: "What do you think people in the royal family should look like?"

"Well, I think the men in the royal family are very domineering." Dao'er's voice seemed to be squeezed out of the cracks, "They like to bully others."

Charles smiled slightly: "They have this power, after all, this country belongs to them. But I was not a member of the royal family twenty years ago. Therefore, we should become good working partners."

After the two exchanged greetings, Jetro also came here. He said apologetically: "Mr. Charles, I'm sorry that I couldn't go to the dock to pick you up."

"It's okay." Charles smiled and shook his head, "I know there are a lot of businessmen here, and they will make people noisy to death."

"Yes, they were running around like crazy in my hotel, looking for nobles to chat with." Jetro began to stretch his hand to guide the way forward, beckoning Charles to visit the Bachelor's Academy with them.

Charles walked a little behind Jetro and nodded in agreement: "Businessmen are always like this. They must accumulate noble connections. Only in this way can they have a chance to be named in front of the king."

"Maybe. From what Gordon said, you don't want to stay in a hotel?"

"Sir, I have been locked up for more than 20 years and I no longer like busy places." Charles looked down at the floor and said in the same tone as usual, "But you can't tell, I will go there for a drink late at night."

"Then I will arrange for someone to clean up a room here for you."

"Excellent!" Charles said sincerely.

"Charles, I think you already know that you have been exiled here forever by the king..."

"Yes, I know. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Jetro looked at his sincere eyes and gray hair, and felt some sympathy for this man - he was locked up in a place where he could not see the light of day for twenty years just because he fell in love with the queen. Jetro collected his thoughts and said: "Then you must understand that you will become a member of my team. This team was brought by me from the Old World, including chefs, blacksmiths, etc., everyone is Those who leave behind the prosperity and achievements of the old continent and are willing to accompany me here to restore the glory of our ancestors. So in this team, we will share many secrets, and I will show you some of them next."

"Team?" Charles was a little surprised.

"Yes. What's wrong?" Jetro tilted his head slightly and asked.

"Nobles can only say 'men', while commoners can say 'team'. Especially a noble like you."

"Charles, if I were just an old aristocrat, I wouldn't come to the New World."

There was silence for a moment, and Charles only faced him with a smile.

When a group of people passed through the corridor and entered the warehouse, Jetro continued: "I heard that you are a very powerful 'psionic equipment manufacturer'."

"Yes twenty years ago." Charles said confidently, "But I don't know if it is the case now. At that time, I knew that I had no hope of inheriting the throne, so I put all my energy into other aspects."

"Then you must be the most powerful now. This country has not changed much in the past twenty years."

"But there are still some changes in the field of psychic equipment." Charles smiled mysteriously, "Almost every few years, someone from the outside is caught in Wensome, and those of us who are doing research will get together and listen to the new people. Talk about what happened outside. These people are all masters in their respective fields, or dangerous elements - if we were outside, we would never have the opportunity to communicate together. Unexpectedly, in Wensome, we have no grudges. ”

"you mean……"

"After they knew I could go out, they told me all the research results they were proud of." Charles nodded his head. "It can be said that the most cutting-edge ideas in the field of psychic equipment are gathered here."

He paused again and continued: "But I heard that the Boyero Empire has developed rapidly in the field of psychic equipment in these years, and even manufactured psychic equipment that can be mass-produced to promote the development of social productivity. . So, I don’t know if I am the most powerful. Maybe the most powerful psychic equipment exists in the Boyero Empire.”

Hearing this, Jetro laughed excitedly. He grinned at Charles for a while and then said: "In order to let you out, I severely offended the third prince Orhan Alexander. But now it seems , It’s really a good deal. Now, let’s take a look at Ms. Daoer’s research results.”

Jetro personally walked to the cage where the monster was kept and pulled down a curtain, allowing Charles to see the mushroom pig sleeping soundly inside. He took out a dart and a lightweight hand crossbow from the shelf next to the cage, and explained: "There is a special medicine behind this dart, which is called the 'Crazy Dragon Medicine'."

With that said, Jetro shot out an arrow and pierced the belly of the mushroom pig. The little mushroom pig tried to scratch its belly with its hind hooves, but its action failed. I felt itchy on my belly, and then it started to get angry. The anger got bigger and bigger, and black matter began to grow on my body. Until the end, he didn't realize that he was frantically banging his head against the fence.

Jetro took down another dart from the shelf next to him, put it on the crossbow, and said, "The medicine contained in this dart is called 'Weak Dragon Medicine'."

He flicked his hand, and the darts shot out and hit the mushroom pig's face. The latter shook his head and looked around blankly. The black stripes that emerged from his body all retracted into his body, and finally he staggered back to where he was lying just now as if he was drunk. After a while, its snoring began, and it only occasionally twitched its legs.

After the demonstration, Yetro explained: "The crazy dragon medicine is extracted from a monster, which will cause other monsters to go crazy and die. Ms. Daoer improved it and made the 'weak dragon medicine' ', which can interrupt the symptoms of madness and put the monster into a state where it doesn't want to move."

Charles did not speak, but looked at Jetro quietly and continued: "I want to control a monster, and the weak dragon medicine will come in handy."

"I understand." Charles said at this time, "If you want to control a monster, just use the Sleep Fruit. And you obviously know this, but you are not prepared to use the more convenient Sleep Fruit. So...the monster you want to control is the ancient dragon, right? Only the ancient dragon is not affected by the sleep fruit."

"Yes." Yetro nodded, "The monster I want to control is a sea dragon. Its full scientific name should be 'Big Sea Dragon', but this time the target should be the cub of 'Big Sea Dragon', so, we Just call it 'Little Sea Dragon'."

"What do you want me to do?"

"To calm down the sea dragon, the dose of weak dragon medicine required will be very large. We can only set up a trap and wait for it to get in, and then use a huge 'syringe' made by the blacksmith to penetrate it. So the question is, How do we lure it into a trap? No creature can outrun the sea dragon."

"Ship?" Charles asked tentatively.

"Yes." Jetro nodded, "You need a very fast boat. Just like a dog's leash, you must hold it and cannot be overtaken. If you fail to win, you will be eaten."