Ugh... Shit! This bizarre texture, combined with his knowledge of its material source, instantly made David’s Dragon Scales bristle. He instinctively wanted to hurl it away.
While David grimaced in disgust, like an orange cat that had just sniffed feces, Tania eagerly put the armor on. Overjoyed, she bounded around her father and brother David like a piebald cat. However, she had grown, and her enthusiastic movents made the ground shake and the mountains tremble, triggering another rockslide.
"What’s wrong? Are you moved? Hurry up and try it on. If it doesn’t fit, I can modify it for you right here," Attilicia said.
Seeing Dad Dragon’s expectant yet sowhat nervous look, David felt bad about refusing any further. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He pushed the Silver Scale Chestplate back towards Attilicia’s claws and presented the Seal Magic Box. "Actually, this is perfect timing. How about you help inlay this onto it as well?"
"What’s this?" Attilicia asked, looking sowhat reluctant at first.
Although he’d said he could modify it, he secretly considered the chestplate his current masterpiece. Inlaying sothing else now would be very costly in terms of materials! And it could easily damage the ticulously designed Magic Patterns.
But as soon as Attilicia opened the Seal Magic Box, he couldn’t help but hold his breath.
If his own creation, the Silver Scale Chestplate, was a rare masterpiece among Dragons, then this large, manhole-cover-sized silver dial before him was a true work of art!
"What is this? It’s so beautiful..." The mont the Seal Magic Box opened, it wasn’t just Attilicia; Tania, who had been dashing about nearby, was also drawn to it.
The surrounding Dragons all had a dumbstruck expression that scread, ’I’m a country Dragon, I haven’t seen much of the world.’
The clock’s entire casing was crafted from pure Platinum, its surface intricately carved with complex draconic patterns and mysterious magical runes. Every detail showcased the creator’s exquisite craftsmanship and relentless pursuit of balance. The dial, made from a flawless Sapphire, was engraved with golden ti indices. The hands were fashioned from Ruby and Turquoise. However, it seed to be broken; the hour hand had stopped moving entirely. Only the second hand twitched back and forth between two points on the dial, emitting a faint chanical ticking.
The most striking feature was the clock’s center. Inlaid there was a Magic Book, also bound by a Platinum chain, resembling the calm, vertical pupil of a great Dragon observing all.
Both the dial and the heavy, tal-bound Magic Book clearly indicated one thing: its creator was a Dragon.
Seeing Attilicia’s attention finally diverted, David grinned. "As you can see, it’s a magical clock from the chanical Realm of Clockwork Nirvana.
"It was a masterpiece by our Dragon God, Scales of Justice, created before His ascension.
"It’s a pity it’s broken. Otherwise, I suspect it could even store and cast ti-altering magic.
"But that’s not the main point."
CLICK. David pulled the Magic Book, still linked to the Platinum chain, out from the dial. His claw tip brushed across its seemingly endless pages.
"It records all of Landis’s knowledge and magic from before his ascension. If one encounters a similar attack, spell, or even situation, the book can instantly display relevant information. And I can continue to add new entries to it."
David then excitedly grabbed the chain and swung the Magic Book around like a teor Hamr. Turning to his dumbfounded father, he exclaid, "And get this, this thing is super tough! Even my Dragon Breath can’t burn it. It’s perfect for smacking other Dragons!"
In a way, it practically has the ’Mortal Immortality’ attribute, David thought.
He was completely lost in his delightful fantasy of ’convincing with reason.’
"So, can you inlay it onto our Silver Scale Chestplate, Dad?"
Attilicia was speechless. For such a treasure to fall into his son’s claws... It’s truly... wasting heaven’s gifts!
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