Chapter 532 (1/2)

Shirley was almost asleep. During the meal, Slade and the witches said too many things, and she could hardly understand them...

but now it's OK, everyone has left, and there are only Su Ming and her.

”Dragon Skin... Bones...”

there are so many materials that she can't collect them at all. To tell the truth, the dragon meat tastes really good with some strange seasonings, and she can't bend down a little.

”No, it's just a flying dragon. If you have a chance to take you to see a real giant dragon, the one who can speak.” Su Ming sat on the stump beside him, smoking quietly, calculating the gains of his trip.

A moment later, he stood up and told Shirley to go back to the chameleon hotel to wait for him. He was going to buy a saddle bag.

witches are highly efficient and sell many dragon parts even at night, especially the dragon head.

Now that he had enough money, he planned to take Shirley to Phelan, buy a space bag and go home.

He can leave by the old way, and then Shirley will lag behind for a while, take pictures and send them to deepwater City wharf.

After the wild hunt, Shirley's ability level was greatly increased. She was like a teleporter and could be transmitted to any place she saw.

However, when Su Ming returned to Phelan and entered the crystal wall, he was directly transported to a strange place.

The new location looks like an oval room with a mess everywhere, which means it's full of life.

Countless scrolls or books are randomly stacked on the desktop, and some magic props are also thrown like garbage.

The surrounding walls are made of wood, and look full of age. Sunlight or leakage from the roof make them mottled white.

Outside the window, you can see the sea slowly engulf the reef, and then slowly spit out, the foaming beach scenery seems to never change.

This is probably the second floor of a barn, because when Su Ming suddenly stepped on the floor, the reddish brown wood creaked and a few straws of straw came out of the cracks in the board.

An old man with a pipe is sitting on a rocking chair not far away, smiling at Su Ming.

The old man had a white beard and a red cloak. Inside was a worn-out robe. All sorts of strange bags and props hung all over his chest.

And some thread came out of his sleeve mischievously, just like their owner.

The mage's hat was casually left on the side of the table, and a thick family tree was pressed under it. The sunlight outside the window made it look like gold.

”Welcome to my humble shack, young Peng Luoke.”

The old man has a hoarse voice, twinkling eyes and a weathered face, all of which show the traces of time.

Su Ming sighed and took off his helmet.

”No one would think that the place where the great sage of shadow valley would live would be a shed. Although it looks like a barn or a mill, I think this is one of the most impregnable mage towers in Phelan.”

Just as he was talking, Shirley suddenly reached him, perhaps suddenly losing her footing. She was eager to keep her balance and stepped on the ground.

As a result, the fragile floor batten was broken because of the sudden appearance of two people.

Shirley gave up her feet and sat down on the floor with her shoes stuck in the hole.

”Oh.”

She felt warily for the weapon, but soon found out that there was no enemy here, except for the smiling old man, Slade, and the blue bird who seemed to peek out of the window.

”Ha ha, just like I said, simple shed.” Ilminster felt his long beard and winked happily at suming. The old mage took the sepiolite pipe into his mouth.

His tobacco gave off light smoke, and it smelled like the burning smell of mint leaves.

Su Ming helped Siri up and tried to find a place to sit down and talk, but it was clear that all the places were full of debris, unless he and Shirley sat on elmminster's legs as if they had seen Santa Claus.

But now the two people appear here, obviously not to receive gifts, the magic goddess Mistra sent them to the voters, there must be something wrong.