Although he didn't know who Frank was hiding from, Hill felt that the tone of the two dragons was a bit weird. They probably knew something... It was obvious that he was talking about Hill, but there were many strange tones in it...
Moreover, why did Fran specifically emphasize that Goron's Claw would deal with him? So wouldn't the elders of the black dragon? Those two dragons were obviously not afraid of these powerful ancient dragons.
At first glance, there is a dragon behind it.
As soon as Purvi entered the gray fog, an angry dragon roar came from the city behind him: "Roar! Damn Flan!"
Hill silently looked at his grandfather: Is that a female dragon? Why is my grandfather always attracted by...non-human beings?
Fran held his head and prevented him from looking back: "The concept of black dragons is very strange. They like to create powerful dragonborns... It's not an emotional entanglement. No matter who they are, as long as they are strong enough, they
They will all come to your door.
Ever since I had a draw with the elders of the Black Dragon Family...well...they have always come to harass me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have put away the magic tower as soon as I left my residence, just to make it easier to move at any time.
Didn't you hear what she said? She was just cursing me and had no intention of finding me.
If there is really any emotional dispute, are you really stupid to think those two black dragons are stupid? They are lazy, not stupid."
Hill curled his lips: "What a pity..."
Purvi landed on the water, and a small ball of light appeared next to Hill: "Hill... the storm in the air is bigger than in the water, I'd better swim out!"
Hill glanced in surprise: "Eh? So those dragons can't get out because they want to fly?"
The black dragon was so close to him when he spoke, so of course Hill heard it.
"No~ Hill..." Purvi smiled and floated a few times in the light ball, "Did you forget what you put behind the magic tower?"
Fran, who had been sizing up the soul of the whale, said silently: "So... there is other space inside this whale? But he does look like a living being. How did you do that?"
Hill laughed: "Purvi, let's go down!"
The terrace they were on slowly shrank and rotated, then sank directly into the whale.
Fran looked at the large balcony parked on the top floor of the Magic Tower and felt a familiar feeling: Hill really liked the balcony.
He looked at the obviously enlarged space inside the whale, and then looked up at the top of his head: Apart from the skeleton, are there no big vertebrae in the body?
Hill pulled Fran into the study, and Fran's eyes suddenly lit up: It seems that Hill has no intention of entertaining outsiders in this magic tower. This study occupies almost half of the top floor. In the eight-meter-high room, there are everywhere
They are all towering bookshelves filled with books, most of which are magic books.
Fran narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. No wonder Hill said that Toril is a world with many types of spells... This is a wizard's paradise!
Hill grabbed his grandfather who was already planning to go to the bookshelf: "Let's go first to see the treasure that helps Purvi resist the space storm...
Although Purvi's body was doped with some fine gold by me, it is not a three-meter-thick fine gold plate after all. Only those exceeding that level can withstand the elemental storm created by this law.
In fact, I ignored it. After all, to me, the gray fog in the space outside does no harm at all, and it is far from the end of the world in Trasil.
Purvi didn't even say a word to me..."
"Because it's blocked!" the transparent little whale interjected unconvincingly.
"Tell me next time...otherwise, how can I strengthen your abilities?
This time it was a space storm, so I blocked it. What if it encounters something else next time? I thought your defense was enough and left it alone. Are you planning to leave only a skeleton?
Okay, I want to tell my grandfather how he made a living being become my ship spirit. Are you going to listen and help me make up for the omissions?" Hill said slowly.
"I'll remember it and I'll tell you next time." The small ball of light quickly disappeared in front of Hill.
Hill smiled at the puzzled Fran: "Pulvi is good at everything, but she's just a little bit vain... She really doesn't like to ask for help and shows that she is helpless.
So sometimes I have to remind him that there are some things he must tell me.
Although Liszt is also managing the ship, he will only take a look at what is happening when Purvi needs to mobilize the energy crystals."
Using Flan as a floating ladder, Hill introduced the ins and outs of this alien whale to his grandfather.
"It sounds like your life in Toril is quite colorful." Fran smiled, "That's not bad. I've been worried about your combat ability.
You can't always use brute force, right? You are a legal profession, so you have to be meticulous."
Hill felt a little guilty... Wasn't it just a matter of using brute force?
Even if he shaves his head, he can pretend to be a descending dragon and Arhat.
Fortunately, they had already reached the secret room on the ground floor. Fran's attention was completely attracted by the flickering light behind the door, and he completely ignored the uneasiness on Hill's face.
"This is the door to a demiplane?" Fran said in amazement, "Can it be placed in a freely moving ship?"
After the mage controls the rules, he can indeed occupy a half-plane, but basically he will attach it to the back of a certain world. Of course, those with stronger abilities will basically attach it to the outer plane, or some specializations.
Elemental, just put it in the elemental realm, and then you can open a door to the demiplane at any time.
The outer planes are connected outside all universes, so there is no need to worry about not being able to open the door in other worlds. As long as you still have mana, you can return to your home in the outer planes.
For some more powerful mages, such as the old monster Elminster, his demiplane can almost be regarded as a planet in the outer plane. He can even open the door to all worlds with his own mark from here.
It is no nonsense to travel the entire universe in one day.
But running around with a demiplane... Fran never thought about it.
"Pulvi is an alien whale." Hill said with a smile, "His bones can innately resonate with the void, so he can install a demiplane.
I've tried magic ships made from other materials, but they didn't work."
Fran stared at Hill: "Demiplane, can you encounter more than one?"
"It's not the qualified kind. It's too small. It's equivalent to three times the size of Purvi's body. It's okay to use as a storage space, but it makes no sense to use it as a demiplane of a mage's life." Hill said with great regret,
"But it would still make some sense if it could be made into a part of a magic ship. After all, it could allow ordinary people to live and survive.
It's a pity that it doesn't work. I have sealed it up and will exchange it with William for the best space crystal in the future."
Fran nodded. It's really meaningless for a mage to be so small. If the demiplane is to be successfully made, it requires a lot of resources. It would be good for a normal mage to have one.
His grandson is good at everything, except when he talks he seems to be showing off his wealth... However, this is indeed his daily life.
I don’t know if anyone in Toril has ever been beaten for something like this.
Hill put his hand on the door of the demiplane and slowly felt it. Sure enough, it was this demiplane that was absorbing the energy of the void, which made the pressure on Purvi much less.
"I originally thought it would take another two years to complete the evolution of the demiplane! I didn't expect to be so lucky that I encountered an accelerator!" Hill opened his eyes wide and said, "Pulvi, can you feel how much more you can absorb?
Void energy? I can judge the time when the lower half of the plane will be completely formed."
"The time to swim outside is almost enough." Purvi's voice sounded, "The speed of absorption has been much slower than when we came in."
Hill calculated silently, turned to Frank, who looked strange, and said, "That's almost five months. Grandpa shouldn't be leaving anytime soon, right?
Grandfather? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Fran shook his head helplessly: "I almost forgot the days dominated by your three words 'good luck'... It's really like reliving old dreams and eating sour plums in an instant..."
Hill turned his head and looked at Fran, who used a Trahill proverb to express envy and jealousy, and smiled.
Fran was really happy to see him and even started to joke!
"Grandpa... help me get the demiplane magic circle when the time comes!" Hill took the opportunity to speak.
"I'll learn from Toril's side first." Fran said vaguely. He wouldn't commit to Hill now until the time comes, otherwise the kid would definitely not work hard on his own.
Hill scratched his head, okay, this sentence is enough. As long as he provides enough good materials, he doesn't believe that Frank will not be tempted.
"Let's go back to the study!" Frank pushed Hill. There were no books in the demiplane half a year later to attract him. "Then you can also copy the books I collected in Abel and other worlds. The knowledge is not outdated.
, even if it is useless, it still has the meaning of warning yourself."
"Grandpa... I haven't seen you for a long time. Shouldn't we talk about our experiences in the past few years?" Hill reluctantly took Flan back to the floating ladder.
"What's there to say? Isn't this the process of encountering problems, solving them, and traveling?
As long as you live a good life, it'll be fine?" Fran glanced at Hill and said calmly, "I don't think anything can have a beautiful and touching story if the undead are involved."
Hill opened his mouth, then closed it silently.
What happened at midnight...it's better not to tell grandpa...anyway, Fran has never cared about the gods.
And to a certain extent, he is more like an arcanist who only knows elemental magic. Memorizing spell models and optimizing this model was his daily routine in the past.
There is only one point that must be emphasized: "Grandpa, Toril cannot use legendary spells now... Beginner wizards can use them casually, intermediate wizards can barely use them, and if used too much, it may cause a space storm."
Fran turned back in surprise: "Isn't it just that a magic goddess died? Why has the world been downgraded?"
This chapter has been completed!