"Ouch," Garrett exclaid. He imdiately looked down at his palm:
Where’s the dragon scale?
The dragon scale? Where is it?!
The dragon scale, pried from the chest of a silver dragon, tear-shaped, half a palm-sized, with one end slightly pointed and the other round. Holding it felt light, and it appeared semi-transparent from the front, while from the side, it shimred with a moving silver light. Bringing it closer to his eyes, he could see concentric, finely detailed lines emanating from within, exquisitely delicate.
Bernard had pried it off and handed it to him, and he had just… just…
Where had he put it?
Garrett frantically searched. Not in the spatial bag; not in the left pocket of his coat; not in the right pocket; not in the left or right pocket of his pants. He had turned everything inside out in search, but found nothing...
Where on earth had he put it?!
Regardless of where it was placed, considering it was a female dragon, even if it was for a rescue, prying off two scales from her chest and stuffing them in his pocket without returning them...
Garrett felt guilty himself, realizing that whether it was presenting his case to the Magic Council or to Dragon Island (if such a place existed), he would undoubtedly be in the wrong. If this had happened in a hospital in his previous life, there would be no need for words, just prepare to write a self-examination. And if the self-examination wasn’t sincere or thorough, the dical departnt wouldn’t let you off easily.
And then? Whether he could clear his na depended on the patient and the patient’s family, and how reasonable they were...
How reasonable was this one?
Garrett looked up to see the silver dragon lowering her head, stretching her long neck towards him, staring intently. Her silver-blue eyes sparkled brilliantly, and the spines on the sides of her head and back spread out, with a faint snow light shining from behind, as if a small crown was placed upon her.
She looked beautiful and elegant from a distance, but up close, just her head was larger than Garrett’s entire body. As she leaned closer, Garrett couldn’t even embrace her face with his arms spread wide. Extending his arms from the front teeth, he couldn’t reach the furthest molar. The breath from her nostrils whooshed onto Garrett:
"Mr. Mage, where are my scales?"
Garrett frantically searched again. Not in the coat pocket, not in the pant pockets, not in the spatial bag—
Just as he was about to lie down on the ground, using the ticulousness required in an operating room to search for a broken needle, he glanced down and saw a glint of water light reflecting into his eyes from his chest pocket. The two precious dragon scales were there, along with the [Endless Ink Pen].
Garrett hurriedly took them out and presented them with both hands. In his haste, his palm nicked the edge of a scale, instantly cutting open. Initially white, the cut turned red, and in the next mont, blood gushed out.
Garrett let out a soft cry. He was torn between caring for the dragon scales and healing himself, creating a flurry of panic. At this mont, the silver dragon suddenly "hmm"ed, lowering her head further to sniff him:
"You sll different."
Garrett quickly retreated. Not only did he retreat, but he also quickly conjured a wind barrier between him and the silver dragon:
"I haven’t bathed in two days!"
"It’s not that. You have a different sll on you," the silver dragon earnestly retorted. Before her words ended, a burst of white light fell on Garrett’s hand, healing the wound, sealing it, and restoring it as if nothing had happened.
Garrett had just thanked her when the two dragon scales floated up, drifted in front of the silver dragon, and then automatically returned to their place on her chest:
"Ah, they won’t grow back now!"
The silver dragon complained softly, her voice clear and tender. After speaking, she extended a claw towards Garrett:
"Mr. Mage, how will you compensate ?"
This… this, miss, in ergency resuscitations, it’s not customary to compensate for cut clothes! Garrett inwardly grumbled but also knew that taking dragon scales without returning them was not the sa as cutting clothes. He patted his spatial bag without hesitation:
"This, this, and this!"
The silver dragon’s foreleg was longer than Garrett’s height, and just the claws were longer than Garrett’s palm. Everything from the spatial bag spilled out into the dragon’s palm, creating a dazzling display:
Gold coins, silver coins, various magical items—
[A ring of Cold and Heat Resistance]!
[A ring of Water Purification]!
[A Light Amulet]!
The holy symbols of the Radi
ant Church, one, two, three!
And a set of armor and weapons of unknown origin, seemingly spoils given to him by Linde Ferrell, from the Radiant Church...
Except for the wooden heart given by Elder Elwin Wilkinson, the [Necromancer Ring] given by Andrew Lynn, and the [Arcane Eye Ring] given by Mage Simond, Garrett had almost taken out all the magical items from his spatial bag. The place was awash with dazzling lights.
Of course, there were also gold coins. Garrett, holding the bottom corner of the spatial bag, poured them out, quickly forming a small mountain in the silver dragon’s palm.
"Ah…"
The silver dragon’s nostrils flared, and a gust of hot air blew towards Garrett. In front of him, with a "pop
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