Arin and Wesley both checked into the infirmary, and Long Yi imdiately left the academy.
Through the streets and alleys, Long Yi arrived at the blacksmith Golden Hamr’s shop.
Golden Hamr was still engrossed in researching new chanisms. He could never get enough of playing around with these new devices. Seeing Long Yi appear, the first thing Golden Hamr did was give him a big hug. Then, he directly pulled out a massive bag from behind, from which ca a crisp sound.
"Kid, here’s three thousand gold coins! This is your deserved share!"
The dwarf Golden Hamr tossed the big bag to Long Yi. Long Yi caught it, and it was quite heavy in his hands. When he opened it, the golden capitalist ambiance rushed out.
"Kid, guess how many things I sold to earn so much money?"
Golden Hamr asked proudly.
"A sword!"
Long Yi imdiately guessed. It wasn’t hard to guess. If it were too many items, the dwarf wouldn’t boast about it.
"Clever!"
Golden Hamr’s eyes were barely visible from his wide grin.
"I stayed here for a solid seven days, carefully polished my Dragon-slaying Sword once again and even inlaid a few magic crystals. I originally planned to ask a friend of mine to enchant this sword and then sell it at an auction. Guess who showed up then? Hahaha, I guess you won’t be able to guess. It was the third Crown Prince of your White Dragon Empire! That kid spotted the sword at a glance and pleaded with for two hours. I took pity on him and sold it to him directly!"
No wonder he was so rich, it turned out to be a prince.
Looking at the bag in his hand, Long Yi sighed.
So rich, so profitable. Making money, it really is that easy.
Long Yi didn’t bother with formalities with Golden Hamr. Dwarves have their own values. Since Golden Hamr gave Long Yi so many gold coins, he naturally thought he got sothing more valuable in return.
Afterwards, Golden Hamr imdiately began to flaunt his latest achievents. But, clearly, Long Yi’s thoughts were not on this.
"Uncle, I need your help with sothing."
Long Yi went straight to the point. There’s no need to beat around the bush when dealing with dwarves, they don’t like it either. They prefer straightforward communication.
"Haha, whatever you need, just ask. As long as it’s not my life, you can take anything you want."
Golden Hamr’s mood was splendid at the mont. He had just sent back his most satisfactory work to Furnace Fortress. He was sure that the Elders would be amazed by his work.
He could already foresee the Elders’ changing expressions after seeing those weapons. Followed by, the pleasant sound of more gold coins clinking!
All of this was thanks to Long Yi. Dwarves are very clear about their debts and grudges, and the forr must be fully repaid.
Long Yi thought for a mont, then said to Golden Hamr: "I need a drop of Light Silver, and..."
"Wait a minute!"
Long Yi hadn’t even finished his first sentence before Golden Hamr interrupted him.
"Kid, that Light Silver is what the Dragon God Temple uses to make sacred tools. You should know, the group of old dragons in the temple is very strict about this. It’s impossible for ordinary people to get it."
The Dragon God Temple is a neutral organization set up by the Dragon Clan in the human world. There are Dragon God Temples in various countries around the world. The Dragon God Temples’ main purpose is to provide the human world with dragon eggs. The countries arrange for every child with the potential to beco a Dragon Knight to go to the Dragon God Temple and select a dragon egg from the nurous ones on display.
This selection involves invoking a resonance between one’s own Dragon Soul Bloodline and the dragon egg. As people choose a dragon egg, the dragon inside the egg also chooses a person.
Eventually, if both parties accept, a contract is signed and the dragon egg will imdiately hatch.
Of course, not all dragon eggs are up for grabs. There are strict hierarchies among dragons, and even dragon eggs have their pride.
To attempt to resonate with a stronger dragon species’ egg, you need both rank and gold coins.
Of course, there is a tiny chance for ordinary people to obtain excellent dragon species, but it’s minuscule.
The Dragon God Temple is also open to the public on ordinary days. There are many people who go to the Dragon God Temple to pray. In every Dragon God Temple, there will be at least one old dragon. People believe these old dragons can bless them with good fortune and smooth sailing. At first, the old dragons would explain that this is a misconception. They are dragons, not divine dragons, so they don’t have that capability. However, as more and more gold coins ca in, the old dragons stopped bothering to explain. After all, those who pray are not really expecting their prayers to be answered.
The so-called sacred tools are those utensils exclusively used in the Dragon God Temple. These utensils all shimr with beautiful light. Generally speaking, they are made of gold, but pure gold can hardly produce such a shining effect. Therefore, so special ingredients need to be added to these utensils.
Starlight Silver.
Starlight Silver is a companion substance, produced simultaneously when extracting Shadow Silver.
And Shadow Silver is precisely where Arin’s problem lies.
Yes, Arin’s tiny dragon is not a so-called Mithril dragon but a hybrid of Mithril and Shadow Silver!
And Shadow Silver is the semi-liquid tal ford through a certain ratio of Mithril and Shadow Silver under the catalysis of dragon power. This tal’s only ability is to isolate all energies.
Yes, isolation. It is an extrely inert tal; once ford, even a thin layer can hardly be perated by dragon power.
Generally speaking, due to extraordinarily different attributes, the Mithril dragon would never be attracted to a Shadow Silver dragon. But who knows what happened – no, even the devils don’t know – sohow, a Mithril dragon and a Shadow Silver dragon bore such a hybrid.
Born with skin of natural Mithril and Shadow Silver and, the hellish part, the ratio just happened to be on that damn proportion that would cause a reaction. So, under the influence of dragon power, this hybrid dragon evolved directly into a new variant.
Shadow Silver Dragon.
Who knows how thick the layer of Shadow Silver skin has beco over more than a decade?
It’s no wonder that the tiny dragon was initially thought to be a rcury Dragon. The Shadow Silver Dragon, like the rcury Dragon, is also a liquid tal dragon. It just appears darker. Without Long Yi, who brings along with him a mobile library, who could recognize the attribute of this dragon?
Speaking of Shadow Silver, Starlight Silver couldn’t be left out.
Both Mithril and Shadow Silver are expensive, rare tals. Their reaction produces a trace amount of Shadow Silver and a small amount of regular Silver precipitates.
At first, the tallurgical engineers of the Dragon Clan took this as normal. Who knew that during a test, a dragon noted that every ti the reaction begins, the surrounding light seems mysteriously brighter. After careful observation, it was confird that so kind of vapor was dispersing into the air.
In the end, the Dragon Clan obtained a substance that delighted them - Starlight Silver.
This substance has a strong affinity for dragon power. As long as it absorbs dragon power, it will emit brilliant light. A small amount of dragon power will make it glow for a long ti.
For the Dragon Clan, who loves shiny things, it is truly a treasure among treasures.
Thus, Shadow Silver was decisively set aside, and Starlight Silver beca the Dragon Clan’s favorite thing.
Unconsciously, the Dragon Clan overlooked a characteristic of Starlight Silver. It is the only substance, perhaps due to its association with Shadow Silver, that can still absorb dragon power below Shadow Silver’s barrier.
Long Yi was planning to utilize this characteristic of Starlight Silver to cure Arin’s illness.
This knowledge cos from the library inherited by Long Yi. Long Yi originally thought that the Dwarves, with their tallurgical technology, would have mastered the preparation of Starlight Silver. But the result was disappointing.
"Ahem, Long Yi, as you know, Starlight Silver has always reacted under the influence of dragon power. Although we Dwarves have tried many alternative thods, none of them have been successful. Therefore, if you really want Starlight Silver, I’m afraid your only option is the Dragon God Temple."
Golden Hamr also looked awkward. Although Dwarves are reputed to be the best in mining, tallurgy, and forging, that’s only in size. So extrely rare tals in this world are basically controlled by a few races. For example, Mithril and Shadow Silver are exclusive to the elves. The elves export small amounts of Mithril and Shadow Silver every year, and despite the Dwarves’ nurous attempts to learn whether they are mined or manufactured, there’s always been no way to tell.
Not to ntion the tal technology of the Dragon Clan.
"No problem, Uncle Golden Hamr. It seems I oversimplified this. I’ll try to think of other solutions."
Long Yi smiled, showing he didn’t mind. It was all about asking for help; if there was help, it would be best, but if there wasn’t, it couldn’t be helped.
After leaving Golden Hamr’s shop, Long Yi carefully considered the matter. In the end, he decided to try his luck at the Dragon God Temple.
Long Yi had never been to the Dragon God Temple, and his mount, Bajie, didn’t co from there either.
That year, Long Yi was three years old. A tall, thin, dry, black, skinny old man passed through their small town and tailgated Long Yi for several days. Just when Long Yi was about to regard this dry old man as a nosy old man and was planning to teach him a lesson, this old man suddenly rushed over to him.
Frankly speaking, Long Yi was almost scared into crying at that ti. He, at the age of three, could not match his current strength, and what could a small child like him do to protect himself against such an old man?
But then, the old man laughed and pulled out from his bosom a dragon egg as big as a water bucket. The dragon egg was entirely black, covered with large scales, and there were flas flowing between the scales. The mont he saw it, Long Yi, who was eager to beco a Dragon Knight, was instantly stunned, never imagining how such a shriveled old man could pull out such a huge dragon egg from his bosom.
The events that followed were straightforward. The contract was signed, a chubby little dragon hatched from the egg. The newborn little dragon made pig-like snorting noises, so Long Yi nad the little dragon Bajie to commorate his astute second brother.
After that, the tall, thin, dry, black, skinny old man was gone. Long Yi didn’t intentionally look for him.
Co on, that old man was too scary.
So, Long Yi had never been to the Dragon God Temple, and he was a bit excited about going to such a place.
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