Charlie's remarks spread around the world through the goblin magazine, which was published three times a week.

Even the dungeons that don't see the light of day are spreading her name.

Eight arcane?!

I'm afraid this is not the god of arcane, the embodiment of walking the world!

At the same time, the remaining confused and wandering arcanists around the world are like the last straw of the dying grasping at the last straw.

Charlie's purpose was achieved.

When the arcane arts are flourishing, it may be difficult to respond to a single call.

But in times of crisis, when everyone is helpless, the first person to stand up and can inspire.

He can always harvest the 'hearts and minds' in a big way.

Of course, some people surrender, and some people see it as a thorn in their side.

For example, some people in the Holy Platinum Empire.

Another example......

The head of the Wizards' Guild lies on the bed like a mummy.

This is the aftermath of the ritual of asking for the descent.

Around the large bed, one side was full of pharmacists.

On the other side, there is a kind of gloomy high-level members of the Magic Association.

Although they took out the (basically) damn Arcanist.

But the goddess of magic, Misrel, has dealt a heavy blow to the entire Wizards Association?

A black-robed magician hurried in, holding a copy of Goblin Weekly.

"No, no, no!"

But he was too anxious to understand for a long time.

I could only unfold the newspaper and put it in front of the president of the association, who was lying stiff on the bed and could not move.

The old man only had one pair of eyes left to move.

He quickly finished scanning the newspaper, and slowly, slowly, his face turned purple.

On the other side, a senior member of the association immediately brought the alphabet so that the old man could express his meaning.

It took almost five minutes.

The old man closed his eyes tiredly.

And one word he left behind as an instruction - [Kill! 】

This instruction was passed down layer by layer as quickly as possible.

……

The repair of the walls on the periphery of the floating city has finally ended.

If you want to say which one is stronger in the world's No. 1 engineering team.

The Blue Mine Mountains are looking for 'Old Ducks'.

The dwarves frantically rushed to repair, and only then did they save the ideal township.

Now the periphery of Ideal Township is surrounded by iron sheets.

And with the phantom steel hoarded by the dwarves, thousands of steel bars are used as support.

It was 'upside down' in the sinkhole created by the fairy magic bottle.

After repairing the outer perimeter of the floating city, the dwarves weary and slept in the hanging baskets of the construction site.

When Charlie saw it, his heart was sore and swollen.

She led the 'multiracial' City Guard formed by the New Town, pulling up the hanging baskets that had fallen from the periphery.

Then move the dwarves in the hanging baskets into the tents.

Carrying the last dwarf into the tent, Charlie stretched.

The black dragon on his shoulder raised his head, his tail wagging left and right, as if urging Charlie to sleep.

But tonight, Charlie plans to get the plan for the 'Re-ascending Floating City' plan.

As a result, the black dragon was confused and stuffed to Mr. Yinlong, who was even more confused.

She is now very skillful and treats the silver dragon who came to 'rub rice' as a 'nanny dragon'.

The silver dragon is mistaken for a 'cub madman'.

He may not be able to solve this misunderstanding for a while.

The black dragon mechanically turned his head over and looked at the speechless silver dragon......

Charlie sat down at his desk, unfolded his parchment, and began to conceive of a way for the ideal country to rise again.

She is going to devise three sets of plans to 'merit-based admission'.

The nucleus of Mithera is depleted.

If you want the Floating City to ascend to the sky, you have to find something to replace the core of Mythera.

The principle of the core of Mithera is to go deep into the magic net and intercept the energy of the magic net infinitely to keep the floating city afloat.

Otherwise, the super-level arcane in the arcane, the gravity reversal technique, can also make heavy objects rise into the air.

In that case, why not use Arcane?

Because it doesn't last!

Hold on for a while, and then the city will fall.

Charlie is reluctant to let Xiao Hei get bigger again to carry the city.

Come to think of it, huh? Why does Blackie get bigger? Can it be smaller?

Charlie thought about it deeply, and instantly became tired.

She shook her sleepy head.

Charlie continued to concentrate on the drawings.

Yes! I can't sleep! Pressed for time!

If you want to understand the reason, start drawing!

……

When the dwarves woke up, it was already early in the morning.

Charlie fell asleep on the table.

On the desks built by the villagers of Beila village, nearly a dozen parchment rolls are spread.

Charlie pressed these drawings and slept soundly.

The ink of the quill smeared on the side of her face, making her a 'little cat'.

At hand, the black dragon lay on her hand and became a 'paperweight'.

Charlie was covered with a blanket, and I think it was also brought up by the black dragon when he came.

The silver dragon stood by and enjoyed a comfortable morning.

Although after the storm, countless ...... were destroyed

But the rainbow will always come to dispel the gloom and allow people to continue to live with hope.

Charlie woke up with a stiff back.

Almost stiff neck.

Seeing that she was awake, the little black dragon lazily jumped on her shoulder.

Charlie, who was stretching, felt the familiar weight of his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Sometimes, I wonder if you're taking me for a 'mount,' you lazy dragon."

She probably didn't know that she had already 'advanced' twice in a row with the Black Dragon.

From the queen cook to the two-legged beast 'queen chariot', she has now become a (quasi) personal maid.

Of course, the 'sentence' is also very substantial.

It is only one step away from the 5,000-year history of the magnificent Great China.

Run and wash up.

The black dragon stayed outside the washroom very gentlemanly.

Until Charlie came out cleanly.

The black dragon gracefully leaped lightly and jumped into his own position.

"Are the dwarves awake? If you wake up, call them over! ”

Six dwarves yawned.

Charlie excitedly spread out to the dwarves, this 'masterpiece' of last night's all-nighter.

In an instant, several of the dwarves with their mouths still open froze and looked at Bard in unison.

This 'ghost drawing' can probably only be understood by Bard, who learned it from Charlie and sees through the paper, right?

Bard took it and turned the drawing four times in succession, barely able to understand a little.

"These are the five 'pillars'? Do you want to build them on your ideal township? What are they used for? ”

Charlie's eyes sparkled, and he began to give the dwarven masters the concept of 'battery'.

……

The week after the war.

The people of the Holy Platinum Empire have not yet breathed a sigh of relief from the long war.

Another shocking news was released.

It's the ideal township again, and the name has appeared in the goblin press in a high-profile manner before.

First of all, Ideal Township was successfully preserved from the 'Silent Law Disaster'.

The Governor of Floating City, Count Charlie Violet, has revealed to the world that he is all Arcanists?!

and called on the remaining arcanists to defect to the Ideal Village.

Everywhere you go, there will be people talking about the name Charlie Violet.

After the war.

The earth was devastated and the numb people rebuilt their homes.

They mourn the loss of their families in the war and the beauty of their hometown before the war.

In the midst of these grizzled civilians, a man in a white cloak walked backwards through the crowd.

This man was dressed in a white cloak, and he was not stained with the dust of the world.

Landing barefoot, but not a single grain of dust.

He passed through the world, but he didn't leave a ripple.

But the whispers of the world can reach his ears.

[Ahh It's an ideal township again! I didn't think it would survive such a catastrophe. 】

[I heard a big man in the Magic Guild say that many floating cities are finished......]

[The dragon god is above, I only hope that this governor will not start a war again......]

……

Words like these kept pouring into the ears of the white cloak.

He had heard enough of the voices of the world, and then quietly disappeared into the world.

Vinis, on Lake Nawi.

Spatial fluctuations, such as ripples in the breeze on a lake outside the window.

After the ripples, a person wearing a white cloak and carrying a bamboo basket sat down at the head of the long table of the conference.

The white cloak lowered the bamboo basket in his hand.

In the basket, a bunch of balls of yarn are quietly placed.

The white cloak on the first seat quietly picked up a ball of yarn, as well as a pair of sweater pins.

He stretched out his hand hidden under his white cloak.

It was a pair of big male hands.

The white cloak took the sweater needle and began to wrap the yarn.

"O Bella Coast, that's a dangerous place.

You say, don't you?

At a time when the sea didn't become so dangerous,

Orcs are like flies that smell blood.

They will constantly harass the coastline of their 'neighbors'......

I remember that the 'Poisonous Emerald' was very close to there. ”

His words fell, and a half-black shadow appeared in the 'shadow' behind him.

The shadow bowed its head respectfully, struck his chest with his left hand, and then disappeared again.

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