All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

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With long hair still dripping with water, I and Edwin, who stood at the place where the dragon was still there, looked at each other, and they didn't speak in a tacit understanding.

Because at this time I can’t explain to Edwin how I walked out of an icy door after taking a shower, and he also couldn’t explain how the huge dragon disappeared in an instant, and what was in his hand What is the red thing in the bottle?

The scene was very embarrassing.

I stiffly moved my gaze away from Edwin, who was dark-faced. Falling on his side, the magical array glowing with red streamers. Both the "hot temperature" above and the "comfort" below are working as usual. However. There was nothing inside.

Thinking of how much a certain ghost animal king loved the little fat dragon, my voice trembled, "Edwin... where is the little fat dragon?"

"Call me Teacher Edwin. No big or small."

At this time, Old Antique, whose focus can still be completely wrong, replied with a stern face, "Open the teleportation array and go back. It seems that the injury has been healed long ago. It's just that someone didn't dare to open the teleportation array at all. He took away before returning. An apple."

...This is not a dragon at all, but a wild cat from somewhere.

I looked at the wooden table aside. Sure enough, the apple that Fiona had placed on the silver platter had disappeared. And the bowl of Baide's army ration was lying alone on the ground, accompanied by messy soup stains.

It seemed that Xiaofeilong tried to take a sip, and then overturned it without hesitation.

Sure enough, only the Baid people can eat Baid's rations like eating paper.

I thought coldly. At this moment, the Prince Baid opposite to me spoke up.

"Why are you here?" The man with long hair wrapped in a robe frowned, his voice as rigid as his personality, "And you came out from behind that door."

"……Hey."

I didn't reply right away. He just scratched his wet head and sighed.

Edwin really doesn't know how to chat. I don’t know if I sold myself in minutes.

He was in there when I was talking to Hadremer to guard the little fat dragon. At that time, his gaze really fell on us, and it was impossible not to hear our conversation. But he still asked "Why are you here".

Because he came here on purpose when I was away, but he didn't expect that I could bypass the students at the library door and come in directly.

Well... It seems that the door to the archive point has to be opened farther in the future. Fortunately, it was Edwin who ran into, if it was Hadremer, I can't help it.

If it's Ashleyn or Ace--

The heartbeat speeded up suddenly, and a dense layer of cold sweat instantly climbed on his back. My heart trembled with lingering fears, and I quickly threw this terrible idea behind my head.

"...That is dragon's blood."

The strong hind fear made the voice tremble a little, but it was covered by my pretending low voice. Instead of answering Edwin’s question, I questioned him, “I remember that except for the order of the King of England, no one is allowed to collect the blood of the dragon clan privately. Are you not afraid that I will complain to Yinglan?"

Old Antique pressed his lips tightly. Those gloomy eyes fixed on me. After a while, he squeezed out a sentence.

"You remembered wrong."

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Oh, God. I actually took some time to think about the meaning of these four words.

...No way old antique! ! Are you so sweet!

My eyes widened. He looked at the man in his forties who was born in the royal family in front of him with horror. Although he had long guessed that one of the princes of Baide did not stay in the palace and was nestled in the academy every day, he did not want to participate in the intrigue of the gang of members of the Senate. But it turns out that I thought it was too simple. Even if Old Antique wanted to join in, he was the kind of person who was killed in a second round.

I really don't know how he lived so safely.

It is different from Yinglan and St. Enluth, which is a big family. It is the senator's council composed of fellows who really hold the power in Baide. Although the royal family does still have rights, it is no better than before. When people have more rights, they are inevitably divided, and then naturally, a dark wave of political struggle arises.

In recent years, Baide’s royal family wanted to expand their rights. But it went very unsuccessfully. One big reason is that the big genius in the family, the white-eyed wolf Edwin, refuses to support his family's business.

...Fortunately, there is Hardremo.

Thinking of Edwin's isolation and helpless situation and thinking of his still comfortable life, I couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, Edwin Baide is one of the few friends in his life. His name is Hadremer Perrelet.

"What's the matter with your eyes. Are you pitying me."

The unhappy voice of the man called my attention. I blinked blankly. I found that Edwin's face in front of him was stinky, "You didn't see anything today. Go to bed now."

... This time I really looked at him with complicated and pitying eyes.

Is it still useful to use the identity of a teacher to suppress me now?

"Don't be nervous. Teacher Edwin. I am not a citizen of Baide, and I don't think that a small tube of dragon blood will cause any harm to the little fat dragon."

I smiled kindly at Edwin who was always frowning, "I just want to know why you want dragon blood."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Unexpectedly, the pale and feeble rejection. but.

"I'm just very curious." I scratched my nose and said lightly, "Of course I am not as good as your identity. But it is because you are a teacher at Baide College. Baide's royal family. Yinglan is especially not allowed to get the dragon blood privately."

"If you don't need me to hide it for you. I'm happy to let Yinglan's people come and check it out for yourself."

Edwin said nothing.

He looked at me like a brave man in a comic looking at the "devil" who threatened him with a princess.

... What can I do. I also want to be a messenger of justice. But the reality is that "justice" can only be maintained by the "wicked" approach.

The old antique who was staring at me still didn't speak. And I waited patiently for him to think through the pros and cons. Now he has no thoughts at all about why I came out behind a frozen door.

"...Dragon's blood can be used as a magical device."

After a long silence. Edwin turned his head and spoke blankly.

The black eyes opened slightly. Edwin ignored the shocked me and continued, "As a race that can use magic by itself. Fantasy blood can impart conductivity to metal during firing. It enhances performance."

"This degree of enhancement is not what you can imagine." Edwin sneered, "Do you think that the fantasy species a hundred years ago were only extinct because they were involved in war?"

"Human war requires a lot of weapons."

"But it doesn't take much blood to be a magical device."

Edwin raised his hand, which was always hidden behind him, to show me a tube of blood in his hand.

The red blood glowed golden matt under the light, and some invisible things could still be vaguely seen flowing in it.

"For a huge dragon, it means being sucked by a mosquito. Although mosquitoes can't bite their skin." A dark blue magical array emerged in his hand, rising from all sides, blocking the tube like a box. .

"I also disinfected it carefully beforehand. I used a magician." Edwin sternly tightened his hands. The dark blue magic cube shattered into light spots with his movements, floating in the wind, "There is no pain in it. That's for sure. I tried it with Hadremer's cat."

"...Did you dig out the cat."

"No. It's just sterilizing him."

One raises a hamster and the other raises a cat. It's an unexpected match to some extent.

I looked at Edwin in front of me with a complex expression. Old Antique's expression is easy to understand, so he can tell if he is lying. Unfortunately, he did not lie this time.

I have never heard of this truth.

The current argument for the extinction of fantasy species agrees that although human wars have affected them, the fundamental reason for the extinction of fantasy species is that their low adaptability cannot adapt to the ecological changes in the continent at that time.

But if as Old Antique said...

"There is no need to be surprised. People are hypocritical."

Edwin looked at me. Those eyes with subtle eye patterns are full of indifference to human nature, "Even if the massacre is fake. The damage caused by humans to the fantasy species during the Hundred Years' War is more serious than you think."

"The mermaid tribe was extinct because of the continuous supermagicism of humans for decades.'Absolute Zero' is already an improved version of'Eternal Sleep'. And humans used'Eternal Sleep' in that war."

"No creature can survive under minus two hundred degrees. Let alone one hundred degrees of boiling water."

"Huh. These are the truths that I dare not tell posterity." Edwin snorted coldly, his tone filled with disdain, "Don't doubt how I knew it. Although I dare not publish it, I dare not forget it. Everything is. It is recorded at the top level of the Bader Library."

...I can't refute it.

However, even today when the fantasy species have faded out of human sight except for the dragons, it is no longer meaningful to spread such clumsy lies.

I'm afraid it will be a few more generations. Even if the truth is announced, people will have no other reaction except sighs.

but.

"...Now the war is over. As Baid's royal family. If you really want dragon blood, you should get it from Yinglan." I stared at Edwin's face and said seriously." Why did you decide to do it at this time... Except for the little fat dragon. Is there anything else that made you make up your mind?"

The mean old antique who wasted a good face in vain raised his eyebrows, and then let out a weird and smug laugh.

"Okay. Since you have asked sincerely, then I will tell you compassionately."

The familiar but inexplicable lines made my mouth snap. And Edwin seemed to have found something baby, his expression was extremely cheerful, and his tone of voice was extremely arrogant and said, "The history recorded only in words is too pale. That's right. I have found physical evidence of reality. To prove my idea. And this history."

"That's the man's coat."

I took a sharp breath.

...Ace! ! ! !

"The whole coat has no thread at all. It can't even be called a'clothing'."

Edwin said mockingly.

"It is a complete magical device made of the magic core second only to the purity of Mana, and the blood of the dragon."

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Ok. This article now looks like three world lines.

One-the war a hundred years ago. This war was born directly after Inlambaide and Bleusis. And it affects the whole world. And the tragedy of someone.

Nijo-Grandma's time. What happened that year directly affected many people, indirectly led to the birth of Arnold, indirectly led to the tragedy of the women's clothing tycoon, and indirectly led to the beginning of the story of Jiamei.

Three-Jiamei now. A little bit to untie the two things that happened above, and get blinded by fate.

[I'm afraid that with my ability to block branch lines and talk about tuberculosis, this article will cost 100W+. Some branches are still quite necessary. For example, at that time, the blind date branch also indirectly talked about the changes in Jiamei’s era, because of the new aristocracy brought about by peace. Isn't it beautiful that the ghost and animal earl merchants can still be in the second generation. x】

The reason why the little fat dragon and other animals hate Ace is one aspect of his character, and his outfit is another aspect. [The jacket and the sword are all made in this way]

Although it is a joyous article, the world view is still quite cruel [Lighting a cigarette]

Someone used to say that Jiamei could not be able to win the throne and the eldest sister should be very happy. The eldest sister will not be happy. In terms of pros and cons, she and Jiamei share the same mother and father, and the throne is given to herself, and her younger sister can be said to be the most assured person in the entire country.

Yinglan should have been very exciting, but the old king's education method is more exciting.

Baide is different. The rights struggle is fierce.

The old antique hasn’t died yet, thanks to my friends [lighting a cigarette]