After many years, Ember came to the city of Rome again, and saw that it had been renovated without a trace of war, and it had been restored to its original magnificent appearance.

The red dragon flew directly into the city, unhindered along the way. Ember's keen eyes caught the people walking on the street not showing any frightened expressions when they saw the dragon in the sky, and they were used to the dragon's presence.

Following the direction of the same clan, Ember soon landed on the square in front of a tall new building, and then looked at the magnificent building with his mouth slightly open.

The building was clearly made by a dragon, and it was full of dragon style, but it was a little less rough and a little more detailed, and it didn't seem very abrupt compared to the human architecture that surrounded the Roman city like a work of art.

The gate of the building was large enough for a platinum-level dragon with its wings folded to enter and exit easily, and on the square was a huge golden dragon statue, about the size of an ember.

Ember carefully pondered the statue in the shape of a red dragon, and found that it was not carved in the shape of a giant dragon he knew.

Obviously, this is the embassy of the dragon clan, and I don't know what the original place is, because of its size, the area of this embassy should be basically the same as the original Caesar's Palace.

At this time, a black dragon came out of it and said to the red dragon standing in the square: "Hey~ Ember, what kind of wind blew you here?

Ember recognized the black dragon, which was Maurice's friend Foat: "Southwestwind, I have something I want to talk to Ambassador Maurice about, so I'll stop by and have a visit." ”

Foyette turned sideways and made way inside: "Please, Maurice is here." ”

Ember nodded, then turned back to Swain who was standing on his back and said, "Sven, you can find a place to rest first, I'll figure this out." ”

"Okay!" the swordsman agreed, then turned and slid down the red dragon's tail with a sliding step.

Looking at the embers who walked up the steps, Fuyette asked with some curiosity, "Who is this person?"

"It's a master of my mercenary group, quite a good person. The red dragon explained casually, and then walked through the door of the embassy.

The inside of the embassy was spacious for the dragon, and the roof was not capped, but a magical barrier was laid to block the sun and rain, so that the dragon could climb directly to the roof to enter and exit.

Other than that, there was nothing else, Ember walked around the periphery, but didn't find anything that attracted him, during which Foyt also followed behind, explaining a few sentences from time to time, but Ember with ulterior motives was in the left ear and out of the right ear.

There were eight dragon nests in the embassy, but only half of them showed signs of habitation, and the empty ones were apparently spare, and had accumulated a layer of dust.

"Ambassador Morris is in the office and should take the aisle on the left. As Ember turned back to the gate for the second time, Foyette couldn't help but speak.

"Ah, sorry, it's complicated. Looking at the sign on the door frame, Ember said with some embarrassment.

Walk into the passage on the left, which is directly opposite the main door, and walk all the way to the end, and you will come to a gate with a different decoration.

Ember opened the wooden door with her head, and when she entered, she saw that it was the largest room in the building, and it looked a little cluttered, with stacks of papers nailed to the walls and papers scattered on the floor.

The red dragon picked up the one at his feet and looked at it, frowned slightly, and then put it into the storage space, and then looked at the white dragon who was standing in front of the bookshelf with his back to him.

"Ah, why are you here?" Morris turned, and when it saw the little blue on Ember's head, an imperceptible chill flashed in his eyes.

"I can see that you are very interested in the work here. Ember nodded, and the dragon said bluntly, "But someone told me that you were secretly developing magic technology instead of destroying them at the command, right?"

"......" Morris was silent, playing with a device he was holding in his paws before he said, "I don't have any 'secret' research and development, everything is on the surface. ”

Ember turned his head to look at Foat, who was already faintly guarding the door, then looked back at Morris and said, "Give me an explanation, I'll listen." ”

As the words fell, Little Blue flew up and spewed a jet of water at one of Ember's fins, wetting the fins.

"It's true that the magic technology has broken the balance of the continent, but I have discovered its good side, and if it is used, it may bring great innovation to our dragon clan. The white dragon explained frankly, his orange eyes shining brightly.

"Is there a good side to this thing?" Ember said in a skeptical tone: "Magic technology can make an ordinary person instantly have a strength comparable to that of a gold-level, which only a god can do before this, this is a blasphemy against a god!"

"Here's an example. The white dragon took out a cylinder and placed it on the ground, then took out a large match and rubbed it on his scales, and lit the fuse dragged at the tail of the cylinder: "Gunpowder is familiar to everyone, and after it was invented, it was all used to make murder weapons, and I made this ......."

"Bang!" As the fuse burned out, a beam of light suddenly launched from the top of the cylinder, flew out of the house in the blink of an eye, and then exploded in the air at a height of 100 meters.

A circular circle of colored light spread out from the place of the explosion, illuminating the slightly dimly lit office, but it gradually faded away in an instant.

“...... I call this fireworks, how?" Morris took a step forward and flattened the worthless cylinder.

"Looks good, is this for viewing?" said Ember.

"Cut, carving insect skills. Blue snorted disdainfully, losing interest in Maurice, and snooze into the red dragon's clean, self-washed earholes.

"Yes, but the technology is not yet perfect, and it can't be more colorful. I set off a fireworks on the occasion of the Roman National Day last year, and the response was quite good, even more eye-catching than the fire dragon magic released by the magician!"

"Fireworks are good, but not enough to convince me. The red dragon narrowed his eyes and said.

And then. The white dragon had already prepared and threw over what he had been holding in his claws at the beginning.

Ember grabbed the delicate gadget and looked at it over and over again, it looked like a disc, but there were a few strange brushes at the bottom: "What is this for?"

Morris smiled slightly: "If you want to know what will happen next, please see the next chapter for a detailed explanation." "Real lady online service, help you find books to chat with you, please micro / letter / search / sohot online article or rd444 waiting for you to tease~