On the mountainside, a gust of wind blew past, and their military uniforms fluttered loudly. Norbert retracted his wand and put it back on his waist. He crossed his arms and waited for Gellert's reply.
Gellert narrowed his eyes. Over the years, they had tried every means to sneak into various secret realms and run around the world to find clues about the Fire Dragon's treasure. He did not expect that someone would notice them when they were nearing the end of their journey.
He did not know if this was part of his teacher's plan, but he did not want to make a rash decision. The young alchemist in front of him did not seem to be easy to deal with.
After thinking for a while, he raised his head. "How about this? Let me go to the top of the mountain to take a look. If I can find a dragon egg or a fire dragon at the top of the mountain after 500 years, you can go with Fatil to discuss the trade."
Norbert stood still, his eyes full of doubt as if he did not believe that Gellert would agree so easily.
Gellert said, "Why, you don't want to?"
Norbert touched his chin and thought for a moment. He grabbed Gellert's arm and said, "Let's go up together."
As soon as he finished, the two disappeared.
On the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, the moment Mirage appeared, the cold wind cut his skin like a knife, and a sense of suffocation instantly rushed to Gellert's brain. At an altitude of five thousand meters, the oxygen was very thin. The top of the mountain was covered with white snow all year round, and the deepest parts were almost ankle-deep. And under his feet was the hot African continent, which was as far away as another world.
He stretched his neck and looked around. What he saw was a volcanic crater with a diameter of 2,400 meters and a depth of 200 meters. The walls of the crater were crystal clear and huge ice pillars stood at the bottom, covered with ice and snow, like a huge jade basin. The scenery was beautiful and psychedelic, without any trace of artificiality.
Gellert stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. There was a crackling sound beside him, and another figure Mirage appeared beside him.
Norbert Hagrid stood on the top of the mountain with a frown, Mirage.
"Here? There's a Fire Dragon here …? "
"I don't know. You brought me up."
Gellert shrugged.
"What's with your attitude?" Norbert asked gloomily.
Gellert was not moved at all. He jumped down from the ice and looked around.
Norbert glanced at Gellert suspiciously, then jumped down from the ice and started looking around.
The crater of the volcano was completely silent, and the temperature was extremely low. It was hard to imagine that this was a latitude close to the equator. Although Gelert seemed to be nonchalant, his eyes were firmly fixed on Norbert. His hand was on the handle of the wand at his waist.
He had never been here before, let alone know the location of the legendary Fire Dragon's treasure. He was only following Fatir's orders to search for clues about the tomb's existence. To be honest, he was also very surprised. This place was filled with ice. Could the Fire Dragon really survive here?
Gellert narrowed his eyes as he approached a huge blue ice layer. His heart skipped a beat as he felt something.
Faint mental power drifted in the air. This mental power was extremely weak, and one would not be able to notice it if one did not sense it carefully.
He glanced at Norbert, who was standing on the other side. Norbert did not sense anything strange, and was still looking around with his neck stretched out.
Gellert was a little relieved. He closed his eyes and fully sensed the environment. He slowly moved to the edge of the ice layer.
At the edge of the boulder, he found the source of the mental power. In the corner of the ice layer, under a transparent layer of ice, he saw a stone engraved with a subtle ring mark.
There was a triangle and a vertical strip inside the ring, and the engraving was very simple and casual.
Gellert immediately understood that he had found the place.
He quietly bit his finger and made a blood mark on the ice. The mark was hidden in the ice layer. Then, he wandered around the area as if nothing had happened and returned to Norbert's side.
Norbert immediately turned his head and asked with some annoyance, "What the hell is here? Not even a bird's feather?"
"Why don't you ask Agares Vassago himself?"
Gellert shrugged regretfully. "If you ask me, the area here is less than ten square kilometers. If there was a dragon, I think you would have seen it already."
"Did you sense any traces of magic?"
"You're a wizard and an internationally famous alchemist. I should be the one asking you this question."
Norbert was anxious. "The letter clearly said that Agares' treasure is on the highest peak of Africa."
"Maybe the letter you found was a prank," Gellert said.
This somewhat sarcastic remark made Norbert's face sink.
Gelert squinted at him and said, "It's possible that it's on another mountain, isn't it? There are so many mountains on the African continent. Do you dare say that the highest peak is definitely this one? "
Norbert's gloomy face slightly improved.
"Really?"
"If you don't look for it, how will you know?"
With that, he stretched out his hand. "Give me back my wand. If you don't go down, those African wizards will notice something."
Norbert was still a little hesitant.
Gellert said, "Come on, don't you want to cooperate? How can you not take a partner's wand? "
"That's not the case."
Norbert took out his wand and handed it over.
"I'll go back and look for information. I'll find you if I have any clues."
.....
.....
In the military camp at the foot of the mountain, the weather was as hot as a steamer. At noon on the African continent, the sun was terrible.
The black-haired young man, Jacob Bohan, sat on the camp bed and stared at the silver-haired young man beside him.
Fathir Dracath was holding a fleshy worm and teasing a strange-looking Dragon Whelp.
The black baby dragon was only the size of a palm. It was like a cloud of smoke, wrapped in the shadow of his finger under the sun and kept circling.
"Hey, Fatir, you don't really trust that kid, do you?"
Jacob suddenly asked.
Fatir looked up in surprise. "What?"
"I said, you're the one who tamed the dragon. Why do you always bring him along?"
"Why don't I bring him along? He's my student. He's been with me for more than ten years. "
"But he's still an outsider." Jacob said, "You exposed your family's secret to him. Have you thought about what if he betrays you in the future? I don't want the whole world to learn your family's dragon taming skills. "
"Jacob."
Fatir's finger trembled and retracted the black smoke.
"I trust Gellert like I trust myself."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Where does your trust come from?"
Jacob curled his lips and said disdainfully, "I heard that he was expelled by Demstrand, right?"
"Who hasn't been expelled?"
Fatir said lazily. "School is not a place for smart people."
"Tsk."
Jacob snorted. "Forget it, let's not argue about this. Shall we go to the bar and have some fun?"
"Just drinking?"
"It would be better if you were a girl."
Fatir sighed. "Bohan, don't you know that I've liked your sister for a long time?"
"Really, I won't tell her."
Jacob picked his ear wax. "I've been out for so long. I'm dying of boredom."
Fatir rubbed his temples.
"Please, go out and have fun by yourself. Just treat it as doing me a favor, okay?"
Jacob raised his eyebrows, put a cigarette in his mouth, and threw his military uniform over his shoulder. "You've changed a lot compared to when you were young."
"Uh-huh."
Fatir looked like she didn't want to talk to him.
Jacob stretched lazily, opened the curtain, got out of the tent, and came to the bar near the army.
This was a place for officers to rest. Naturally, private soldiers were not allowed to enter. However, this was not a problem for a wizard. He snapped his fingers, and the private uniform on his body became a second lieutenant's uniform.
He ordered a beer at the bar. At this time, he saw a woman drinking beer alone next to him.
She was about 25 years old, wearing a tank top and a straw hat. Her blonde hair made her look like a war reporter. She had a tall nose and big eyes. She was very beautiful.
Jacob was bored, so he sat down with his glass. "Hey."
The woman glanced at him and smiled. "Hey."
Jacob: "I don't think you can use your money here."
"Why, you're treating?"
Jacob said to the bartender, "The next round is on me."
The woman rolled her eyes at him. "Go away, I'm not interested in you."
"It's just that you're not interested in some aspects, miss."
He smiled and reached out his hand. "Jacob."
"Daisy."
The bartender served the wine, and Jacob pushed the glass over.
"I've been looking at you, Daisy. I think your job is a little hard."
"How do you know what I do?" The woman said angrily.
Jacob leaned a little closer and teased, "I don't know, but I think I can do a job that will make you happy, whether it's part-time, full-time, or hourly. It's fine."
"Can I fire you?"
The female reporter couldn't help but laugh.
"Of course."
Jacob raised his glass. "It's best if you suffer a work-related injury."
The two clinked their glasses and sat closer and closer.
.....
.....
At two o 'clock in the afternoon, Gellert touched the brim of his hat, lowered his head, and brushed past some soldiers. He didn't want to cause other disputes. After all, he had friction with the people in the army in the past few days.
After returning to the camp, he found his teacher, Fatir, sitting outside the tent with her legs crossed, holding a cigarette with an annoyed and helpless expression.
"What's wrong?"
Gellert asked in a low voice, "Why don't you go in?"
Fatir pointed behind him helplessly. Gellert turned his head and heard a faint breathing sound from the tent. He opened the curtain to take a look.
He saw Jacob and a blonde female reporter rolling around on the bed, their clothes falling to the ground. The air was filled with the smell of youth and growth.
A trace of disgust flashed in Gellert's eyes, and he put down the curtain. He sat next to his teacher, Fatir.
"Don't be offended, he's just like that."
Fatir sighed, bumped Gellert with her shoulder, and smiled. "So, did you find it?"
Gellert rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.
Seeing this expression, Fatir's expression brightened. She was overjoyed. "You found a clue?"
"Yes, you're right. That guy is really related to the Holy Death. "
"Great! I'll go talk to Jacob now. "Fatir was so excited that she turned around and was about to go into the tent.
But when he heard this, Gellert's face sank. He pulled Fatir and pointed to the tent. "Do you really think that guy is reliable, the guy who thinks with his butt?"
Fatir was stunned. "Gellert …?"
"Listen, Fatir." Gellert whispered.
"This is the blood, sweat, and tears of both of us! Both of us! Jacob Bohan? Ha, he doesn't have any ideals to change the world. He just wants to gamble until he runs out of money, so he came over. He just wants to dig up the dragon egg and sell it for a lot of money so that he can continue to be a playboy. "
"Ah …"
Fatir sighed. "Here we go again, Gellert, have you forgotten how we got the clue? We got to where we are with the help of others. Jacob is my family and my friend. I can't just abandon him like this. "
"Our ideals are far beyond a family, a country, you shouldn't …"
"Enough." Fatir's voice was a little more serious.
"Gellert, don't say anymore. I won't do that kind of thing, can you stand in my position and think about it? "
Gellert silently looked at the zebra on the African continent in the distance and did not speak.
Fatir moved a little closer.
"Hey, just this time, I promise, next time I will never bring anyone else to join our adventure."
Gellert stared at his teacher's eyes for a while, nodded, and did not dwell on this issue.
"Do you know Norb Hagrid?"
"I know, that alchemist, what's wrong?"
Gellert: "I haven't told you yet, that guy is also a trouble …"
"What trouble?"
While the two were talking, the curtain of the tent behind them was lifted by a black-haired young man. Jacob, who was half naked, walked over. He was tying his belt and asked Gellert with a smile, "Have you reached the top of the mountain?"
Following his question, a bare-shouldered woman walked out from the tent. She gave Jacob a deep kiss. This action caused Gellert to frown again, and he turned his head.
Sensing Gellert's displeasure, Jacob, who was kissing the woman, chuckled and patted the female reporter's butt. "See you tonight."
The woman's eyes were full of lust, and she walked away with her coat.
Gellert took a deep breath, turned his head, and was extremely cold.
"Yes, but that guy Hagrid went up with me."
Jacob narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin. "Is that so, how much does he know?"
Gellert: "So much that he wants a piece of the pie."
"A piece of the pie …"
Jacob's expression changed slightly, and his face became gloomy. He looked at Fatir and said, "What do you think?"
Fatir thought for a moment.
"Does he know the clues?"
"No, I covered up the clues, and now he thinks the treasure is on another mountain top."
"Good."
Fatir said decisively, "There is a celebration dinner in the army tonight, and all officers have to attend. There's no time to lose, let's leave immediately and go in before Norb notices. "
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