T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 611, Section 610: Hagiron's Rampage in the Mage Tower
After disappearing for more than ten days, without even sending back a single magical messenger, Elera Vie was truly worried that the entire army at the boundary between the real and the virtual world had been wiped out.

Now, for no apparent reason, he's been kidnapped to take care of a child... Well, at least he's a promising talent.

Most people say things like "I will become XX in the future," but it's all empty talk and lacks substance.

Unlike Mint, she puzzled Eleravie: why didn't the Star Speaker Academy want her?

The improved potion scrolls provided by the boundary between the real and virtual worlds are usually successful on the first try.

Even if a work fails, it will only take a maximum of three attempts to produce a substandard product. Overall, it is still considered a successful refining process, though the quality may be inconsistent.

This ability to learn by analogy and make connections is probably quite common in Imperial Universities.

When asked about Mint, she was adamant and repeatedly emphasized the point.

"I wasn't expelled; I withdrew voluntarily."

Although the tone was similar to "the streamer hasn't retired, the streamer is just unwanted," it still made Elaeva's ears sound so puzzled that she squeezed out a subtle expression of confusion with her eyes looking different sizes.

Imperial Academy has always implemented elite education. A peer with outstanding talent in potion making is undoubtedly the elite of the elite and a powerful reserve for the future mage tower. How could this lead to expulsion?

Shouldn't you try to keep them?
"The group at the boundary between the virtual and the real knew two years ago that she would be expelled... It shouldn't be the result of their manipulation, but how did they manage to do it?"

She was also a victim of the mystery; the more she knew, the more perplexed she became.

Aleira looked up, listened intently, and smiled with relief.

"Well, I'm finally back."

"Back?" Mint, who was fiddling with various potion containers, paused for two seconds, then burst into laughter. "We can have a good meal tonight!"

During the time that Potato Squid was away, Eleravie only absorbed magic power and resolutely refused to eat.

Mint's specialty dish is only one thing—fried eggs.

Tina had told her that for many children from ordinary families, the first dish they learned to cook from a young age was fried eggs.

I ate blanched leafy greens with fried eggs and mint with dried meat for several days in a row.

Back when the boundary between reality and illusion still existed, we used all sorts of tricks to coax Mint to eat and drink well; the food standards were simply appalling.

Everyone returned to the shadows, and although it was unclear what exactly the boundary between reality and illusion had done outside, it didn't stop Mint from circling around the group and taking a closer look.

She observed very carefully: "The shields and swords forged by Hagiron are brand new, yet they haven't even used force?"

"What, do you really want us to experience some high-risk events outside?"

"That's impossible!" Mint waved her hands repeatedly. "After all, you've invested in my future. I wish you all a long and healthy life."

Jiang Heyi and everyone exchanged smiles.

It's hard to say whether this world will even last a hundred years.

With her keen senses, Elaine stopped Jiang Heyi, who was about to take a bath, at the corner of the mansion while Squid and Fries were cooking.

"The magic power within you has increased again... to the standard of level 6."

Jiang Heyi grinned and said, "You really can't hide anything from your nose. Dragons are really amazing."

"I'll say it again, I don't know what methods you have that allowed you to reach the high level at such an extraordinary speed. Anyway... if you want to do something dangerous, postpone it. I can buy you some time."

Jiang Heyi pursed her lips and pretended to be stupid as usual: "It's good that you said that to me. If the prison guard heard you, you wouldn't be able to escape being called 'Mom' either. You care about us more now than Mint used to."

"Don't act stupid!"

Exposed, Jiang Heyi shrugged helplessly: "Once we reach the advanced level, our progress will only be accelerated, not slowed down. The portal will open when winter arrives. If you really care about us... try to make some advanced scrolls for us to keep on hand; they could save our lives."

Forging is Elera's forte, but she is not proficient in making scrolls.

After only a second of hesitation, she nodded: "I'll help you figure something out."

“I haven’t finished speaking,” Jiang Heyi added. “You will most likely find someone to help you make the scroll. I don’t care who you find, as long as there is no exchange of benefits.”

"What do you mean?"

"For example, if you promise to help forge equipment and the other party provides scrolls in exchange, that's prohibited."

Arera's eyes widened: "Why?"

"You know I won't answer."

Hagiron's body temperature rose, and lava seemed to flow through the fissures in the red phosphorus.

Her clenched fists cracked, clearly showing that she desperately wanted to punch Jiang Heyi so hard he couldn't be knocked off the wall.

"I understand……"

Elaine agreed through gritted teeth and then ate a huge meal at dinner.

The vengeful rice forced the fries to give up their spare "original" portions—originally intended to be re-fried that evening and shared with the potatoes...

Mint was completely unaware of this. She had already witnessed Hagiron's terrifying ability to eat, and she happily relieved her stress by doing mukbang, dispelling the boredom of a whole day of developing magic potions.

Hagiron even drank the large bucket of sugar water that was fed to the prison guard's meritorious mount, the Black Cloud Patterned White Ox, in the kitchen.

The black-striped white cow witnessed the entire crime and cow huddled trembling beside the kitchen door, too scared to even breathe.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, and making sure that no food in the kitchen had escaped unscathed, Hagi Long wiped his mouth and pushed open the door to leave.

French Fries muttered to himself, "Why is Hagiron so temperamental?"

While Bohe was away, Jiang Heyi, who was enjoying the cool air in the courtyard, explained the situation.

"Wouldn't it be better if someone came along?" Squid stroked his chin, expressing his concern. "What if Hagi Dragon can't control the scale?"

Jiang Heyi said, "It's a sunk cost. If we mess this up, we'll never reveal the answer, and she'll never get a good night's sleep. So, don't worry."

……

……

At the edge of the Annamite Tower area, in front of the heavy metal gate of a tall tower, a woman with flowing black hair and light steps hummed a cheerful tune as she slapped a crystal identifying her identity into the wall.

The door creaked open slowly to both sides with a tooth-grinding sound.

The slightly tipsy woman's face was flushed. She muttered that she wanted another glass of wine to sober up, but before she took her first step, all traces of drunkenness had vanished from her eyes.

She looked suspiciously at the shadow cast by the door, and suddenly her heart and lungs stopped.

A towering figure, over two meters tall, gazed down at her, his golden eyes burning like flames in the darkness.

"You... Elena?"

The highly recognizable gradient red scales made the woman swallow hard.

"Go in."

The woman did as instructed.

Elera's temperament is unusual even among dragons, but after spending time with Tina, it's fair to categorize her as kind.

Whether it's neutral good or chaotic good depends on its mood.

When it comes to Elaevi, Tina is always an indispensable figure.

The promise she made to Tina before her death contained a secret that wasn't kept private.

"Don't become a mad dragon."

Barring unforeseen circumstances, Eleravia, who values ​​her promises, would never abuse the power of the dragon to ravage the weak.

Women are not weak. As renowned barrier masters in the Mage Tower, Arga and Eleravie are practically the same kind—if the dragons are willing to acknowledge the purity of the half-dragon bloodline.

Entering the door, closing the door—all in one smooth motion.

Arga swayed back and forth, then fished out a bottle of wine from the pool where the essence of ice crystals was usually kept, and chugdled it down his throat.

"Drink?"

"Are you still conscious?" Elaeva frowned.

“Of course, of course, I’m not drunk at all!” Yarja emphasized. “The more I drink, the more sober I become.”

The Imperial Mage Tower selects the best of the best, gathering the absolute elites selected through the combined power of Anna.

In the imagination of the common people of the empire, they should be like the sages in the icons, wearing silver robes embroidered with runes, quoting scriptures in their speech, as if their breath could make those who smelled it feel the wonder of magic.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, not to mention that ordinary people can never see the mage tower master in private.

Without wasting words, Elena said directly, "Help me make a scroll."

With a wine bottle in her left hand and juice still being scooped from the pool to serve guests in her right, Yalga's slightly tipsy mind was a bit sluggish.

After Elaine repeated it, she turned around abruptly, her face flushed and full of surprise.

"reel?"

“Yes, scrolls,” Elera said. “I approve of your defensive barrier scroll effect, which is why I’m asking for your help.”

Yarja instinctively picked up the bottle and put it to his lips, but quickly put it down after realizing what he had done.

“No, no, no, that’s not the point.” Her scalp tingled, and she stammered, “What do you need the scroll for? Who’s trying to hurt you… Are other dragons coming to Anna?”

Even merchants who do business with adventurers know that they don't ask about the usefulness of the goods.

"I don't do business with adventurers, and you're not an adventurer either!" Alga almost shouted. "It's scary enough that you want to buy scrolls, but you're asking for the best defensive scrolls... I'm panicking!"

Even the most daring person wouldn't delve into the ultimate level of barrier-type scrolls.

The people of the Mage Tower gave her the nickname "Turtle Dragon Girl".

"Don't overthink it. I'm keeping these for my collection. I'll be asking many more people for them later, so stop arguing and give me the best ones. I need three: one for my collection, one for testing, and one for hanging up."

Yarga's emotions calmed down instantly, and the bottle was now in his hand.

If you have nothing better to do, feel free to collect these; then you're all set.

"We prepared a few inventory sheets beforehand, and they met the requirements..."

Yarga opened the underground secret room and searched through the dark layers.

Arera asked, "Are all your scrolls kept together?"

"There is a warehouse next to the tower, and another part at the top of the tower."

"I have a question. What if you get drunk one day and accidentally open the underground secret room separated by the anti-magic stone, accidentally release an area-of-effect spell, or accidentally trigger a scroll, creating a chain reaction?"

Without turning her head, Yarga said, "There aren't that many coincidences. Anyone who would cause a magical accident like that doesn't deserve to be a magician."

Although it made a lot of sense, the fact that scrolls were stored together at the top and bottom of the tower made Elaevi think that if it came true, the demolition and blasting effects would be amazing.

"Clang!"

The wine bottle was knocked to the ground by Yarga's tail.

She quickly manipulated the water element to absorb the spilled wine and glass shards on the ground.

Elaeva suddenly wanted to get away from the tower, and then, unexpectedly, something happened.

After careful selection, four scrolls appeared in Yarga's study.

Two copies of [High-Rank Thick Earth Barrier].

Two copies of [Advanced Revival Water Blessing].

Yarga proudly said, "My scrolls are different from others'; remember to label them when you collect them."

"What's different?" Alga took out two more scrolls, titled [Magic Concentration].

The effect is to temporarily absorb the surrounding magic power and condense it around the scroll user. This is of little use to low-level mages because it does not accelerate the magic power absorption efficiency.

However, for high-level mages, there is a subtle effect of seizing regional magic power, which can instantly cause one side to gain and the other to lose.

the most important is……

"This is the result of my latest research. By resonating with the magic concentration scroll and the high-level barrier scroll, the defensive effect can be forcibly enhanced," Alga said proudly. "An external scroll that temporarily enhances power is a historic breakthrough."

"It's a perfect match for my collection... Hmm, since it was you, Elena, who bought it personally, I'll..."

Yarga watched as the other person grabbed the scroll and put it into his small bag, blinking his eyes.

"Uh, what will we use to exchange?"

Elaevi glanced at her: "It's your honor to be collected by me."

"..."

"..."

"It's very expensive, the materials used to make it are quite pricey, please give me some, please." Alga grabbed Elera's hand, almost crying.

"If you don't let go, I'm going to 'burn my scales'!"

Fearing that Elera Vie might play with teppanyaki, Yarga quickly let go. With a mournful face, she grew angrier the more she thought about it, and a wicked idea began to take hold.

"Since it's a collection, why don't you, Cormon, the best of the best in enchanted scrolls, patronize it?"

Stopping, Areravi turned back: "That reminds me, where does he live?"

Yalga led her to the top of the tower and personally pointed out the way.

Watching her walk away, Yarga felt a surge of frustration and resentment, on the verge of tears: "I can't be the only one to suffer this loss!"

That night, a dragon-matching spectacle was unfolding in the Imperial Mage Tower area.

After working for a while, Elena looked at the more than 10 scrolls in her pocket and felt satisfied.

As she was leaving, she suddenly thought of someone.

Although she found it extremely disgusting, she held her nose and entered the core area of ​​the mage tower to maintain the boundary between reality and illusion. She easily found a special area inside the tower that resembled a Rubik's Cube.

As night approached, deep inside the room, an elderly man with gray hair was still busy at his desk.

The footsteps did not disturb him; he only slowly raised his head when they were close.

Aleira struggled to suppress all her disgust.

"Dussel, I heard you have an offensive scroll that allows you to unleash the [Spatial Slash] in a timely manner. Would you mind if I kept a copy?"

Dussel stared at it for a long time before pulling out a scroll from a hidden compartment behind his desk.

"If you want to learn Spatial Slash, you can't comprehend it just by looking at the scroll."

Ignoring everything else, Eleravie bypassed Dussel and arrived at the hidden compartment.

She could sense Dussel's tangible hostility, but she was too lazy to pay attention. After comparing the details of the spatial slash scroll, she took out the thick stack of scrolls from the hidden compartment.

Finding that her backpack wasn't big enough, she grabbed an unused package nearby and emptied all of Düsseldorf's belongings to make room for herself.

Dussel took a deep breath: "What are you going to offer in exchange?"

"Exchange?" Elera Vie feigned ignorance. "I'm doing this for collection, to record the greatest magical masterpieces of this era on the continent of Anna. Shouldn't you be honored to have them included in my collection?"

She's gone all out to bridge the gap between reality and illusion.

The three scroll makers who committed the robbery were all, without exception, filled with resentment towards themselves.

Who knows, news about "Evil Dragon Eleravie" might be circulating throughout Anna tomorrow.

A century of good reputation, gone without a trace.

Elaine's heart was bleeding, but she forced herself to continue.

Dealing with Düssel was the easiest; knowing all the dirty tricks he was up to, she felt she was doing justice for God.

"Thank you, Düsseldorf, for making me feel like I'm doing a good deed."

Dussel couldn't hear Elera's thoughts. At this moment, his face was ashen, completely unlike the gentle and refined gentleman he usually appeared to be.

His status was so high that, apart from evil spirits, he had not been offended for countless years, which made him furious.

“Eleravie, I remind you again, this is the Imperial Mage Tower, and your actions constitute robbery.”

Ailera sneered, "You didn't believe me when I said it was a collection, and you insisted it was robbery... Fine, I am robbing you, what are you going to do about it?"

Dussel straightened his back: "Then, as a member of the Empire's chief, it is my duty to correct your behavior and drive out the evil dragon."

After a two-second pause, Elena Vie burst into laughter.

"Expel me?"

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch.

The familiar, mature woman's voice, so distinct between reality and illusion, suddenly resonated like a great bell, echoing throughout the room.

"Düsseldorf, are you trying to correct me?"

"You need to correct me!"

Elera's scales burned fiercely, and lava with a brilliant golden light flowed beneath the gradient red scales.

She retreated to the corridor and leaped straight out of the tower. In mid-air, her tall body rapidly expanded like a balloon.

Dussel was dumbfounded. He had intended to pull and confront the mad dragon to make it back down, but how did it start to transform into a dragon!

The surging magical energy fluctuations had already alerted the chief members of the mage tower. Upon seeing the dark red fireball in mid-air, they hurriedly leaped into the air.

"Eleravia, what are you doing!"

"This is the Mage Tower, calm down!"

"Who can tell me what happened first?"

Elaine suddenly spoke up: "Dussel, didn't you want to correct me? Come on!"

The other chiefs of the mage tower, completely baffled, all approached Dussel, whose expression was unpredictable.

After the explanation, the corners of the chiefs' mouths twitched.

"It's just a scroll, give it to her."

"It's just a collection. The empire will allocate funds to compensate for it, so just consider it as having used it up."

“Dussel, you’re getting on in years, don’t get worked up over a young person. She’s just a hundred-year-old child… Tina was only coaxed a few years ago, there’s no need for that.”

Düssel was so angry that his chest heaved violently.

child?

Dragons' understanding isn't stagnant. If you convert it to age, why don't you compare a dragon's lifespan to that of an embryo?
It wasn't about a scroll at all; ever since they met, the naked contempt from Elaeva lingered in her mind.

It was as if the old stories of the Great Snow Mountain were being reenacted.

The evil spirits are the same; they have never truly looked at him.

Even if he reaches the peak and is severely injured, all that can be heard is still disdainful, maniacal laughter.

Just a moment ago, Aileravi's figure perfectly overlapped with the demon's.

Decades have passed, but his proud pride will not allow him to bow his head!
"Düsseldorf, what are you waiting for? Are you going to fight or not?!"

Elera was relentless, and Dussel was furious. Just as he raised his dangerous stance for the spatial rift, the chief mage of the surrounding mage tower rushed forward to stop him.

Each person had a share of magic, which kept him firmly under control.

"She is humiliating the Empire, humiliating the Mage Tower!"

The chiefs of the mage tower did not respond to this, after all, judging from the current situation, Ererave had only humiliated Dussel.

He simply disliked Düsseldorf and wanted to challenge him to a fight.

"Don't make a big fuss, or all of Anna will laugh at you, and that would be truly humiliating."

Düsseldorf was so angry he was practically about to have a stroke.

He growled, "Are we just going to let her run wild like this?!"

"Dragons always have some quirks. She had been missing for almost a hundred years, and then suddenly reappeared, and suddenly decided to collect things. Just try to understand her."

The same old story has come full circle.

Even as a high-level mage, Dussel was already old, and his physical strength was far beyond that of a young man.

The magic had barely dissipated when he was forced back into his seat.

One group comforted the elderly, and another group comforted the children.

Beneath the tower, countless unaware elite mages, active late at night, looked up at the sky.

I couldn't hear exactly what happened, but I just wanted to watch the show!

The communication revealed that Arelave had halted her dragonification process.

In the eyes of the Mage Tower Chief, the temperamental "child" Eleravie had been causing trouble all night.

They robbed three houses and seized a total of 13 scrolls; Düssel was only the fourth victim.

In a normal situation, at this point one could simply imprison and seal Eleravie.

But this is a dragon.

The only dragon in all of Anna, and the youngest and most talented dragon they have ever known.

Not to mention how many spells from the Mage Tower Chief could withstand without falling, given her smaller stature.

What if she, who had made a three-point agreement with Tina, suddenly turned into a mad dragon, and what if she escaped from the encirclement...

The Anna Empire will never have peace!
No one dares to take on this responsibility.

The negotiation results came out quickly: the chief of the mage tower and the royal family members who arrived decided to let the matter drop.

The scroll was given as a gift, and Elena's unusual behavior was simply attributed to her being in a bad mood after waking up and having a urge to collect things.

Compared to the mad dragons of other continents who simply like to hoard scrolls, Arela is much easier to talk to.

Dussel had no choice but to accept it, watching helplessly as the guy who infuriated him snatched all the Space Slash Scrolls right under his nose.

Even her bag is his!

Düssel coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The situation, which had finally stabilized, suddenly descended into chaos again.

The chiefs of the mage tower hurriedly called for a healer, and chaos ensued.

And the instigator of all this, Hagiron Eleravi, once again took off with her bag tucked in her pocket, completely satisfied.

"Now we have a good scroll to use for the boundary between reality and illusion."

(End of this chapter)