The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

It was night, and Ansel was playing with gold coins in the cabin.

Although Manopura is only a small country, the amount of treasure in the treasury is extremely shocking. This is the most treasure Anseir has seen in his life, except for the golden mountain he saw in the Moon of Illusion.

Ansier finally understood why the giant dragons in the past loved to win over their subordinates to build a country, and robbing the rich and helping the poor was a small matter, which was completely inferior to the income of the entire country.

"Okay, I'm going to bed, you go out."

Ansi Er took back the gold coins and yawned a little sleepily, and said to Sandro.

Sandro was lying on the bed and staring at Ans El's face counting gold coins with a smirk, when he suddenly heard his words, he was reluctant to give up.

"How does time pass so fast?"

Sandro did not leave the cabin immediately, but boldly promoted himself.

"My lord, or you can let me sleep with you. Look at the soft thighs that I have transformed. They are much softer than this broken pillow."

Knee... Knee Pillow!

Ansair glanced at Sandro's white thighs, but they were white and tender, maybe they tasted good.

He is still a juvenile dragon, and he has not yet reached the estrus period, so he is not at all interested in this kind of thing.

Anselm is more concerned with treasure, food, and fun.

"Go away, a big gentleman is really like a maid after pretending for a long time."

Ansair now regrets letting Sandro dress up as a woman.

When he met Sandro in the underground world in the early years, he was still an inscrutable lich except for some brain problems.

Now, the whole girl just likes to be tired of being with herself.

Ansier couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his orientation.

"Okay, okay, Lord, don't murder me, I'll leave now."

Sandro walked to the door pitifully, looking like a little girl who was greatly wronged.

Ansier touched his chin, without the slightest guilt in his heart.

As Sandro's immediate boss, he felt obligated to reverse Sandro's deviated self-perception.

"and many more."

Ansel suddenly called out to stop Sandro.

Sandro immediately turned his head and said with a twisted expression full of joy: "Your Majesty, have you changed your mind and want me to stay with you?"

"It's not."

Ansel broke his illusion and continued.

"Call me when you arrive in the Magic Capital tomorrow, don't wake me up in advance, there's nothing good about it."

"Oh."

Sandro agreed and left the cabin in disappointment.

After Sandro left, Ansair sat on the side of the boat and leaned against the window under the dim magic light, looking at the starry night in the distance.

In a moment of time, he found a hint of the feeling of flying on a plane in his previous life.

However, the airship has a room to rest on, and it is more stable in the airflow, not bumpy, and it is very comfortable.

It must be said that the fly in the ointment is that Ans Air did not see the iconic leisure equipment similar to the mobile computer on the airship.

With the magical creations of co-authors being so developed, is entertainment still stuck in the Middle Ages?

He couldn't help but think.

The airship's room is very simple, with a large soft bed, a magic lamp that can be adjusted between white, yellow and pink, and a button engraved with an unknown magic pattern.

Ansel curiously pressed the button, and the surroundings instantly became silent, not even a trace of airflow could be heard.

Silencer array?

This is probably for the sleep quality of the guests. It is really a ginkgo design, absolutely the same as the pink lamp.

But don't say it, it still feels pretty good, Ansi Er did not resist this magic circle, otherwise he would still be able to hear the sound of the outside world.

Just when he had enough experience and was about to turn off the lights to sleep, the door suddenly opened.

Ansier's face sank, and he was a little sullen. He thought that Sandro had come back without his consent.

"I said I don't need you to sleep, why are you coming in again? I don't know if I hate being disturbed by my sleep!"

Ansi Er's body's magic power fluctuated, and the silencer array immediately lost its effect.

Sleep!

It wasn't Sandro who came in, but the captured princess Phyllis.

Hearing what Ansel said, her face flushed red, but she gritted her teeth and walked in.

"Sorry, the door I knocked on for a long time didn't work, so I had to open the door myself."

Seeing Ansair's angry expression, Phyllis apologized in a panic.

Before being controlled by Sandro's Soul Locking Technique, although she completely lost the memory of that time, she knew that the strength of the person in front of her was far beyond imagination.

"It's you, why are you looking for me?"

Seeing that the person who came was not Sandro, Ansier's anger was slightly retracted, and he frowned.

"I came to ask if my brother died on the battlefield, at the hands of Manopura."

Phyllis summoned the courage to ask.

After speaking, her face was full of anxiety, as if Ansier's answer was a judgment on her.

When Manopura's army returned to the capital in victory, she waited a whole day and did not see her brother. In addition to what the juggler had said before, her heart was full of despair, but she still did not want to give up hope.

Another sister.

After being silent for a moment, Ans Air took out a sword from the storage ring. It was the sword of Prince Colchester before.

"This is my brother's sword!"

Phyllis screamed in surprise, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down instantly.

Although Ansair didn't say anything, he had already answered her question.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuy that I wouldn't give the gem to that stinky frog, why do I want to learn magic? It must be because of my blasphemy against the Holy Light that the God of Light condemned my brother! Why die? It's not me!"

Phyllis grabbed her hair and cried bitterly, constantly blaming herself.

Ansier had some headaches, so he didn't like to be with women in most cases, and he was really noisy to sleep.

But seeing her so pitiful, he just lost her brother, so he would reluctantly comfort her.

Ansi Er took back the sword, which can be sold for money in the future.

He walked up to Phyllis and leaned down to comfort him.

"Don't cry, this has nothing to do with you. It was a cold arrow ordered by King Manopura. Now that even King Manopura has been killed, you can get your revenge."

"Uuuuu, I don't even have the chance to avenge my brother..."

Ansel's comforting Phyllis actually made her cry even more, which is really annoying!

He still has a way, and that is to use the natural magic charm to become the unlucky prince who had a relationship.

But Ansi Er felt too embarrassed, a demigod golden dragon had to work so hard to comfort a girl.

He is also trying to save face.

In desperation, Ans El could only summon Sandro through his soul imprint.

Sandro was still powerful, and a short-distance space teleportation came to Ans El in an instant, and a hypnotism made Felice, who had no cultivation, fall asleep.

Ansi Er's eyes lit up, this skill is good.

He is about to upgrade his magic library recently. He clearly has such a terrifying magic reserve. Yilong is a demigod-level mage group, but there are only a few first-level magics horizontally and vertically.

Sandro looked at Phyllis, who was lying quietly on the ground and curled up, with a hostile expression on her face.

Damn bitch, almost got home stolen.

After Phyllis's sudden arrival delayed her sleep, Ansel felt even more sleepy and irritable.

He waved at Sandro and said, "Throw her back to her own room, don't bother me, leave it to the door for restraint, I'm really going to sleep."

This broken airship doesn't install a lock at all. Ansair groaned in his heart.

"My lord, there is a button at the door. Just press it to activate the prohibition on the door."

Sandro pointed to the door and said.

"Do you think I didn't see it? But I only believe in the restraint you left behind."

Ans Air stubbornly said.

"My lord, I didn't expect you to believe me so much, I think it's all worth it!"

Sandro was moved.

It's so fooling, Anse Er is a little speechless, but it's not bad.

After Sandro used the levitation magic to take Phyllis away, Ans El let out a sigh of relief, and it was time to sleep.

......

Facing the orange glow of the sunset, Ansair stood on the deck and watched the floating city appear in the distance.

The capital of magic is like an upside-down giant mountain, with a pointed bottom and a vast and flat land above, suspended above the endless sky.

If the airship was not protected by a magic cover, the temperature here would be enough to cause the humans under the silver level to lose their temperature and freeze to death.

Unlike Dragon Island, which hides its figure on the sea, the magic capital floats in the air above board, and it can be seen at a glance, as if there is no defense at all.

Not to mention anything else, the height it is at is already a field beyond the reach of ordinary life, not to mention how many terrifying magicians are hidden in the magic capital.

A little closer, Ansi Er found that the buildings on the magic capital are not high, the tallest is only a ten-story mage tower, and the others are some low buildings.

"Magicians live so plainly, I thought there were at least hundreds or even thousands of floors of mage towers."

Ansel strangely faced Sandro Road.

Sandro shook his head and explained: "Sir, the bigger the mage tower is, the stronger it is. The key is to see how strong the master of the mage tower is, and how strong the energy source and magic increase in the mage tower are."

"By the way, you are a lich anyway, why haven't I seen where you built a mage tower."

Ansi Er recalled that he had not seen any Mage Tower in Sandro.

"Hey, why didn't I build the Mage Tower?"

Sandro also seemed to have been questioned by Ansier, and suddenly patted his head in confusion. He realized that he didn't think about running a mage tower after he transformed into a lich.

But this time he was awakened, and Sandro decided in his heart to find a fragment of a small world and build a cozy cabin that only belonged to him and Ansel.

Thinking of this, Sandro couldn't help smirking.

Seeing him, Ansair clapped his head in confusion and smirked, and couldn't help but wonder if the child was a waste.

The airship finally approached the floating city, and the legendary magician walked out of the room with a dark circle under his eyes and a sloppy face. He should have not rested all day and night.

He glanced at Ansair and the two of them, but said nothing, and came to the barrier of the floating city.

Ansier was wondering how the magic capital was used to verify his identity, when he saw the legendary magician tap the enchantment with his magic wand.

bang bang

The sound was like knocking on a hollow glass ball.

"Who, disturbing people's naps."

A lazy female voice came out from the barrier.

"Look at what time it is in the afternoon, and it's still taking a nap between, why don't you die, just go to sleep forever."

The legendary magician said irritably, but the smile could not be hidden at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't curse me, she's still a thousand-year-old girl."

Ansair originally thought that the enchantment of this magical capital was too low, but when he heard the conversation, he couldn't help but be surprised. The gatekeepers are all thousands of years old magicians?

Although age is not the same as strength, those who survived the battle of the gods thousands of years ago are all hard bones.

Of course, with the exception of the wonderful Sandro.

Ansier turned back and saw Sandro with a serious face and said softly: "I didn't expect that the human-made Taring is already so intelligent, it's incredible."

Tarling?

Ansi Er heard the words and realized that it was not a magician.

"Okay, dear lady, you open the door first and let me go back to do business. My research is about to produce results recently."

The legendary magician said.

"Okay, what an impatient kid. Wait, why are there three more... people on your ship?"

Sister Taring in the Magic City asked.

"Oh, they were guests invited by Dominic, who wrote a letter to his mentor."

The legendary magician took out the letter that the magician gave to Ansi Er.

"It turned out to be the poor little guy. I hope the harvest from the East Continent can solve his strange disease. He is a young man with a lot of ideas. He likes to show me some fun things when he is free."

Sister Taring sighed, listening to the tone and being very familiar with the juggler.

"Don't brag, don't brag, if you praise him, I can hear calluses in my ears. Can you take a look at us low-level magicians."

The legendary magician said in a playful, brisk tone.

"Hmph, I won't talk to you anymore, I have to go back to sleep. UU read www.uukanshu.com Come in, bottom magician."

Sister Taring opened an opening on the barrier that could wrap the airship.

The airship slowly entered the interior of the Magic City, and the scene inside was the same as what Anseir saw from the outside world, except that there were many hurried but enthusiastic young people on the street.

Not long after entering the magic capital, Ans El felt a completely different atmosphere between the magicians in the Western Continent and the Eastern Continent.

The East Continent feels to the dragon like sinking in the solemn and ancient, but the magic capital is full of an air of arrogance and freedom.

The dialogue between the legendary sorcerer and Tarling is also quite relaxed, as if they were two friends who were joking with each other.

Even legendary magicians call themselves "bottom" magicians, and there is no jealousy of jugglers in their words.

Ans El was quite fond of this, and he hoped that his sister would be in a good environment in life.

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