"Boss, how do you deal with the target's negotiation?" Although he was not very happy, seeing the woman in front of him, who was defined as a key target by Shirakawa, talking like this, Rilanis had no choice but to report it first.

Completely detached from Bai He's body, Bai He felt that the name 'host' was weird, and the alien white dragon technology nerds had no opinion on this, so Bai He became Bai Boss.

"Leave her alone, hang it first. Monitoring the scene through the arcane eye and the crystal screen, Shirakawa gave instructions very simply.

So Railanis put the eldest lady down with a vertigo spell, and left the scene in a dashing manner with a teleportation technique.

The white dragon's huge body was lying in the spring water, and Senna was riding on his back, pinching his spine with a pair of strangely shaped silver-white gloves, which had a special structure, magnifying her palms more than ten times, massaging the white dragon's back.

Bursts of fine sounds emanated from the bones of the white dragon, Bai He hummed in comfort, Senna was tired of pinching, took off her gloves and pinched her sour palm.

As soon as the huge glove was taken off, it returned to its normal glove size. Senna got off the dragon's back, approached the monitor, and said a little strangely, "Bad dragon master, what are you going to do with this woman?

"Old, thin, expired. Bai He glanced at Tilu, who was sad and angry after being rescued, and yawned with interest: "Ugly refusal, let's train to be a puppet." ”

"Then what are you embarrassing her?" asked Senna, rubbing the white dragon's visor under the dragon's head.

"Such a tsundere is still holding a shelf, how can we play together if you don't fix it?" Bai He rolled his eyes and looked at a pair of gloves attached to the back of Senua's hand: "How does this thing feel to use?"

"It's ok. Senna put on the gloves again, and the silver-white metal gloves gradually grew larger until they were nearly half a meter long: "It's just too laborious." Seve can't use this. ”

That being said, Senna didn't have much to dislike about the new tool, not only was it bigger and smaller, but it also had a sense of connection to the body and mind, and it was easy to use, not just a massage glove.

She didn't know that the White Dragon had used her as the number one guinea pig in the Experiment VI Biological Armament.

"Of course she can't use it, you're a naturally awakened dragon vein warlock. Shirakawa scanned the progress of the VI cell fusion in Senua's body, and began to think about when to make further modifications.

The naturally awakened dragon vein warlock is different from the ordinary dragon vein warlock, ordinary dragon vein warlock is the acquired to discover their abnormal state and then awaken, while Senna is a rare breed that is born and awakened from the mother's womb.

The quality of these natural dragon warlocks is much higher than that of ordinary dragon warlocks, they are born with extraordinary strength, and as they grow older, they will only grow stronger and stronger, until they complete the atavistic and grow wings, and become half-dragon-like transcendent creatures.

"I don't know what your family thinks, such a rare talent is actually sold when it is sold. Bai He scanned Senua's muscular waist and tough muscle fibers, and couldn't help but complain.

"Well~ What's so strange about this bad dragon master? Not only does he eat a lot of strength but also has so much strength, he will definitely not be able to marry in the future, and he often freezes crops and livestock inexplicably, which normal family dares to raise this kind of daughter?" Senna said with a big grin, obviously not taking it to heart, she climbed on the back of the white dragon and continued to carry out the great cause of loosening her bones: "If you sell the brand with the dragon vein, maybe you can sell it for a few more money, isn't it, bad dragon master?"

"You can see it, hiss~ light, oops, my old waist. Sena's hand suddenly lost control, and the white dragon felt that his old waist twisted, and he grinned.

"Ha, you see, I really should live with the dragon. Senna squinted her eyes and smiled happily as she watched the young dragon researchers come and go in and out of the room.

"I just don't know if your ancestors are white dragons or silver dragons. The white dragon looked at the vaguely colored scales under Senna's neck and couldn't help but ask strangely.

"What if it was a silver dragon?" Senna wondered as she imagined herself growing wings.

The silver dragon, which is a metal dragon, and the white dragon of the five-colored dragons are not against each other, which is common knowledge for anyone who knows something about dragons.

"What else can I do? Of course I ate you!" the white dragon rolled his eyes.

Seeing that the lewd dragon stuck out its tongue again, Senna ran out of the pool with a scream, and was dragged back by the white river's tongue.

Sif, who was holding a few clothes from the back of the bath, looked at Bai He in embarrassment and played hooligan again, until Senua's eyes were full of gold stars and Bai He quieted down, and Seve gently pulled the white dragon's tail: "That, Mr. Long...... Lord Trandeland said that the sample had already been made. ”

"It's made?" the white dragon stood up on his legs from the pool, and his humanoid body quickly put on his clothes: "Take me there." ”

The mine and laboratory have a dedicated teleportation channel, and the white dragon followed Trandelan into the portal, and after a moment's thought, brought Sif and Senna inside.

The lab now has a new ore smelting module, and the powerful heat spells and shaping spells in the upper lab smelt the iron ore fragments into brick-like cold iron ingots, and Senna and Sif look at the White River factory in shock until Trandelan leads them to a shelf.

On the shelf was an ornate piece of armor with a silver glow that seemed to surround it with a peculiar power.

"Boss. Trandelan introduced: "This is a special VI cell power armor for humanoids, the main material is a biochemical synthetic material, mixed with 10% Mithril and 7% cold iron, the main control can be connected to the user's brain through VI cell implantation, and the effect is similar to the host's power armor." In order to adapt to the Antas environment. ”

"How's the yield, what's the flaw?"

"This is the product of haste to work, using a large number of cell samples that have been set up and completed, if you want to put it into mass production, I'm afraid it will take a long time to develop, and the main limiting factor is Mithril, boss, every piece of such armor requires a large amount of Mithril, and the flaws are also obvious. Trandelan said: "It has certain requirements for the user, well, in fact, it is not high, in addition to the physique and fit, but also depends on the user's rejection reaction, in addition, it is better to know a little magic." ”

"It's really not a high order. Bai He commented with black lines.

"If we had a large population, we would be able to sift through it, but for now it's just here waiting for its owner to arrive. Trandelan said helplessly, rubbing his armor.

"Yes, I don't regret it...... Huh?" Shirakawa's gaze swept over the few poor insect test subjects in the cage, and at this moment, Siv behind him seemed to be attracted by the armor, and she stepped forward and raised her hand to caress the silver-white armor.

Shirakawa raised his hand to stop Tranderan, he looked at Siv's empty eyes strangely, he didn't stop it directly, but turned into a dragon form to cover the researcher and Senna behind him, and stared warily at Siv, who suddenly became weird.

The elven girl pressed the armor, and the power armor shrank and shrunk rapidly, turning into a metallic liquid form, spreading along her fingers until it enveloped her entire body.

Through the VI cells from Shirakawa's own, Shirakawa senses the magical changes that have taken place in Sif's body.

Leaf-shaped lines appeared on Sif's skin, until they reached the outer layer of liquid armor shell, the pattern emitted a plant-like white light, and the metallic color of the armor also quickly transformed to the color of the plant, and gradually the shape of a tree appeared on the surface of Sieve's body, after a long time, she stretched her waist, and the outer shell with shimmering tree-shaped patterns turned into a glittering soft coat, Seve yawned and looked strangely at the white dragon staring at her: "Mr. Long, what's wrong with me? Huh? What is this?"

She looked at her body strangely, only to notice a strange cloak appear on her body, which changed into a strange color as her thoughts changed.

"Mr. Dragon, Mr. Long, is this the armor just now?" Sifu looked at the empty armor rack and realized the truth, and his expression became panicked: "Mr. Long, I didn't mean to. ”

"I didn't say you meant to, stand up and test the performance with us. Shirakawa said disapprehantly.

"Oh, good. Seve stood up and started the test with Trandelan a little sluggishly, and Shirakawa looked at Siv, sensing the VI cells active in her body, and her mind came alive.

It was the power of the ancestral tree hidden in the depths of Sif's life.

Is it interested in VI cells? Or is it something else?

Or are you simply interested in yourself?

Shirakawa suddenly thought that when he was in Snow Swamp Town, Zushu inexplicably came to fruition, was it a coincidence or was there some will hidden behind him?

Shirakawa was deeply suspicious.

Looking at Siv, who was becoming familiar with power armor operations under the guidance of Tranderan, Shirakawa was sure of at least one thing: the power of the ancestral tree would help the power armor equip.

Need to take time out to visit the Snow Swamp Tribe.

I don't know how the tree has grown.

Shirakawa's cranky thoughts gradually flew out of the sky—he unconsciously untied the limits of his thinking, and this mind habitually ran away from the train for 108,000 miles, until Sena on the side exclaimed and pulled him out of this cranky thinking.

"Sif is so powerful, bad dragon master, I want it too. Senna hugged Shirakawa's tail and wagged.

Shirakawa rolled his eyes secretly, his tail rubbing against Senua's chest.

The progress of VI cell fusion is insufficient, not to mention the question of whether the fusion can be successful without the help of the ancestral tree......

You're already 35E, what's the use of anything else?

......

As the life of hard labor continues. Tilou Cobden fell deeper into despair.

The physical devastation was nothing compared to her mood - if her actions had led to such an outcome, she might have been better off, but the problem was that there was simply no one in the mining town she wanted to deal with her.

Familiar people are better, just persuade her that everything will be fine, but she is unwilling.

She was not willing to spend her life here as a mining slave.

Isn't the owner of this place interested in her at all?

Tilou Cobden gradually felt this way, which made her even more frightened.

No, I can't stay here and waste time, my family, my wealth awaits me.

She tried her best to persuade a group of people to stand with her, but a few men still dismissed her.

The authority of this eldest lady was swept away long before she was captured by the frost giants, let alone now?

Tilu called these people on strike, and she felt that her actions were fully justified - by observing her, she found that the mine relied heavily on these living miners for production, without whom mining would be incredibly inefficient, in other words, if she could take advantage of this advantage, she might be able to do a little bit of work.

If there is a crackdown......

Then, let's die together.

She looked at the people on her left and right who were willing to believe in her for the last time, and her empty gaze became determined and a little crazy.

But soon her strike plan was declared bankrupt, the managers did not suppress it by force, the expected negotiations did not take place, and they simply cut off the food supply of all the strikers. Only two days later, the people gathered around Tilu mutinied, and the mine resumed normal production. Tilou sat in the room and watched everything happen, until Mary was fed with the food she had obtained from surrender, and she did not speak, her eyes weak and pitiful: "Mary, are you willing to be slaves here for the rest of your life?"

"Not for a lifetime. A young man interrupted, gobbling down the food that was distributed: "It only takes five years, five years and we'll be let go, and if we do a good job, sooner." ”

Tilu's face turned pale in an instant.

"Miss Tiru, don't do anything superfluous, the Lord Ruilanis said that you are behind the scenes and that you have no chance of being free. ”

"Yes, we don't want to anger them, they're too powerful, miss. ”

"Miss, we want to go home, don't hurt us. ”

......

Whispered complaints and accusations crept into Tilu's mind, her eyes trembling as she stared, her endless despair making her tremble, and she became more aware of her own weakness and powerlessness.

"No!" she screamed in despair, and rushed out of the house, clinging to the legs of a passing little boy, "Don't take away my freedom, I surrender! ”