In the middle of the sound, the priest of Artillia, who was so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage, woke up and turned around.

"Teacher Artilisia." David was also a little concerned.

If there is a problem with the alchemy thigh that he finally got on because of his own reasons, he will not be allowed to enter the alchemy workshop freely to 'study'.

Wouldn't that be a big loss?

But what everyone didn't expect was that Master Artilicia, who had always been cheerful, kind and talkative, seemed to be a different person after waking up.

With an expressionless face, he patted David's skull heavily, forced himself to squeeze out a smile and said reluctantly:

"Don't worry about me, I, just. It was just a small blow.

"You're a good boy and a good brother.

"In the past half a month, you will learn the way of alchemy in this workshop.

"Some basic foundations, the alchemists here are enough to teach you, if you encounter any problems, you can also ask them for advice.

"Serhi, this kid, I'll leave it to you for the time being.

"As for this period, his authority is the same as mine."

"Yes!" The alchemists, led by Serhi, hurriedly agreed.

Although he can't become a personal disciple of Master Artilisia like the other party, it is not a loss to have a good relationship with such a silver young dragon who knows at a glance that the family's powerful background is against the sky!

It's just that these words fell on the ears of David and the other alchemists, probably because of the temptation of a closed disciple of an alchemy master in the Glanyere Continent, and he didn't even go home to take care of your sister.

But this also made everyone even more convinced that the backstage of this silver dragon was beyond imagination, otherwise why would the rejected Master Artilicia have such a big reaction.

After all, except for Artilisia and David himself, no one knew that the mother of the 'silver young dragon' in front of him was actually a red dragon.

What's more, they curse a few words of "that damn crimson calamity" every day because of the unpredictable weather.

"What about you." David immediately relieved himself, but only half of it.

This time he was really worried about the Artilithian priest himself.

In good conscience, the Arttilician priest seemed to value and care most about him since he crossed over, except for his sister.

Even if it was more due to his 'talent' as a 'genius', right?

"I still have some personal matters that I need to go back to the Temple of Justice to make a decision and deal with them.

"Let's meet again, kid."

Speaking of this, Pastor Artilisia immediately turned around a little dejectedly, pushed open the oak door of the alchemy workshop, and walked alone towards the hundred-year-old fragrant flower field and the direction of the Temple of Justice at the foot of the mountain, leaving David and the others who were also at a loss for what to think.

I don't know if it's related to the change in Pastor Artilisia's mood, the [Celestial Manipulation] originally cast by him seems to have failed at this moment.

The sun, which had been shining brightly, was swallowed up by the dark clouds that had gathered in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, lightning and thunder roared, and it began to rain heavily.

Pastor Artilisia, who hadn't gone far, was doused in a blink of an eye.

Theoretically, he should have several spells to avoid such a mess, but he didn't use any of them, and let the torrential rain wash him away.

Just like a teacher who is rejected and abandoned by his favorite students.

is like a father who was pushed away by his son who was reunited after a long absence.

Just like the young silver dragon who was overwhelmed by the lingering red shadow in his heart.

But soon, I don't know if it was David's delusion, the Attilician priest's back, which was originally a little rickety, gradually straightened up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And what he didn't know was that Artilisia, who was walking in the rain at this moment, was even faster than he had imagined, and had already made a decision in his heart before he returned to the Temple of Justice:

That is, no matter what the cost.

He must also keep his two sons and daughters out of the paws of the arrogant and greedy Pavla

Take it back!

This is a responsibility that a male must face.

It is also a responsibility that must be picked up as a father of two children!

As soon as he figured out this idea that made his mind clear in an instant, Artilisia, who had escaped for nearly ten years, finally had the most charming smile on his face in his dragon life, but no one had the pleasure of glimpsing it.

The smile grew bigger and bigger in the rain, and then turned into a presumptuous and wild laugh.

The whole body was trembling when he laughed, and David behind him was a little inexplicable, and everyone who laughed looked at each other, I don't know why.

But just when the silver dragon priest's handsome back was about to disappear on the horizon at the end of the flower field, I don't know if the heavens were alarmed by the almost anti-heaven thoughts of this silver dragon.

Click.

A bolt of lightning slashed through the sky and struck the priest's head

Covered in smoke, the Pastor Artilicia stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Attilicia Teacher/Master!" David and the other alchemists, apprentices, and grandchildren were shocked.

Your own alchemy ancestor was actually struck by lightning in broad daylight, can you believe it!?

That's unlucky, isn't it?

They were about to rush into the rainstorm to help the first aid, but when they saw that Pastor Artilisia was stunned, he raised his hand to stop them.

They had already discovered that although Artilisia seemed to be fine, her original brilliant blonde hair had faded into dazzling silver hair under the lightning strike.

And then he was so draped, staggering step by step, persistently and stubbornly walking in the direction of the Temple of Justice.

And such an embarrassed but resolute back was also silently reflected in the bottom of his heart by David at this moment.

He inexplicably had an urge to catch up.

But out of respect for an elder whom he respected, he stopped.

Bang!

The door of the Temple of Justice was kicked open.

But the one who could enter the door was Artilisia, a believer and priest of the God of Justice.

The silver-haired priest came to the shrine of the god of justice, where there were few sacrifices, and stared at the idol of Tyre, and roared:

"My god Tyr!

"I need your help!

"Please give me the strength to defeat Pavla!"

But there was still no response, as he had done thousands of times of worship and prayer in the past.

"Hehe, is that really the case?"

Suddenly laughed, and then came the rage that was extremely rare as a silver dragon.

This righteous believer, who used to be kind to people and uphold justice and kindness, actually lifted his foot and kicked over the long table where candles, spices, books and laws were enshrined:

"Tyr! Where the hell have you gone? ”

"Huh?"

Enraged, Artilithia once again tore over the shrine decorated with daggers and swords, and then stomped it to pieces:

"You deserve no one to believe you!

"I'll go to you Made!

"Damn Tyr!

"You're dead!!"

After scolding, Artilisia, who was irritable and seemed to have completely changed into a dragon, stumbled to his bedroom, which was also a private dragon alchemy room.

On this night of heavy rain, this alchemy room was so bright and dark for a whole night.

The next day, when the storm had passed, the sun had pierced the sunrise sun from the thick cloud of ashes.

Pastor Artilisia, who had been busy all night, once again kicked the door of the Temple of Justice from inside the house.

His waist was full of alchemy potion bottles, and his body was full of alchemy enchantment weapons such as the Holy Flame Silver Crossbow and the two Shining Light Swords, which had just been made last night, and the entire humanoid arsenal looked up at the rising sun, twisted his neck that was a little stiff and clicking, and muttered to himself:

"Sure enough, in the end, kindness and justice still have to be done by yourself!"

Now, apart from himself, after having already experienced a hellish mission to rescue his unlucky silver dragon from the Old Continent and from that Crimson Calamity, I am afraid that few friends and clansmen dare to go to that 'Longtan Tiger's Den' with him again.

However, even if he is the only one left, there are some things that must be done.

"Saphistoin, my children, and my daughter, whom I have never met.

"Please wait a little longer.

"Wait for me to go to the Dark Region first, and find the Zoger Sims to 'borrow' a [Ghost Cloak] to come out.

"Just go to the Kattegana volcano in the Old World.

"From your damned mother's hands.

"Get you out.

"Definitely !!"

Half a month later, the dark region, the lowest level of Spider's Nest City.

With a creak, the rusty cell door was opened and slammed shut.

Porphyry thumped.

A silver-haired drow who had both the [Cold Iron Handcuffs] and the [Demon Elimination Wristband] was thrown in and fell to the ground.

Drow muttered to himself with a confused face:

"It's not the same as I imagined!

"I haven't even been to the Old World to face Pavla.

"Is a mere Dzogersin housewife so strong?

"I was careless!!"

The only thing he was glad about at the moment was:

Fortunately, he listened to his son 'Saphisduin' about Drow, and transformed into a Drow elf before coming to the Dark Realm.

A female drow elf.

Otherwise, she couldn't even think about what kind of miserable fate she would end up in after being captured now!

But even so, her situation at the moment is still precarious.

I heard Zhuo Erjiao outside the cage laughing and chattering:

"What's the new coming? It's quite distressing. ”

Hearing this, Artilisia couldn't help but tense up.

The heart said, is this group of drow so perverted? Did she all transform into females and not let go?

"Don't think about it, it's a very dangerous guy, it should be a madman from the Celestial Sect, and he dared to attack Flavia's mother, who is one of the Councillors of Dragosin, with a body of alchemy, and most likely was used by some of the adults in the council."

"Really? It seems that our Spider's Nest City has reached an eventful time with an undercurrent surging. ”

"Fight, fight, even if we fight with those high elves, what does it matter to us jailers who have been forgotten by all the elves?"

"yes, hehe."

"Is that guy really not to be touched? It's not like I'm not bad with females. ”

"It is said that in a few days, he will be directly sent to the altar to sacrifice to the great spider god, do you dare to leave some saliva in the meal of the spider queen in advance?"

"Hehe, forget it, find a male to go to the fire."

"Let's go, let's go together."

After the filthy and filthy Drow left their posts without permission, they were almost stunned by Artillicia:

"Sure enough, it's a bunch of filthy and hopelessly filthy guys, and they really want to burn this sin city on fire!"

Just thinking of the words that the two Drow had said earlier, Attilicia looked decadent and desperate:

"Is there only a few days left before it will be sacrificed?

"Why am I so useless

"Who's going to save me?

"Woooooooooooooo

A dark corner of the region that no one cares about.

Attilician priest who became the Drow Elves.

Once again, he was weak and weak alone, and he cried into a tearful man.

(End of chapter)