The incubation room was silent. Enya's eggshell was still glowing with a gentle and warm luster as usual. Gwen, however, just stared at the golden egg quietly. It was not until half a minute later that he broke the silence. "Seriously, it's not too late to call Melita and Noretta back …"
"No, I can handle everything." Enya's voice immediately sounded with a firm tone. "Hatching a dragon egg is not a complicated thing, especially since there's an automatic system in this room. I don't need to do anything. Taking care of the Young Dragon is actually very simple. They're far easier to survive and grow than human babies …"
"But as you said just now, you have no practical experience." Gawain looked at the 'goddess' with a strange expression, as if he had just met her for the first time. "Is that little bit of theoretical knowledge of yours really enough?"
"Believe me, Melita and Noretta's situation can only be worse than mine. Their theoretical knowledge is not even reliable." Enya's voice finally sounded more confident, and the reason she gave was much more reliable. "As the Dragons of the younger generation, they have no experience of the ancient dragons. All the knowledge about taking care of the Young Dragon should be taught by Andal or Helagol. At least, I have witnessed the history of the Giant Dragon for more than a million years … Although I've only put a little effort into 'taking care of the Young Dragon', the experience I've accumulated is definitely far more than the two little girls."
"Well, since you're so confident." Gwen's mouth twitched as he realized that the 'goddess' was actually quite prideful. "Then I'll leave it to you. If you need any help, just let me know. I'll try my best to help."
The flowing luster on Enya's eggshell gradually calmed down. She said softly with a smile, "Thank you very much."
Gwen grunted and did not say anything else. He just looked at the ordinary dragon egg not far away, which was one size smaller than Enya. This little miracle of breeding life was quietly standing there, bathed in the artificial light … As a hope, a future healthy individual, it was still unaware of the future it was about to face.
A Young Dragon hatched and taken care of by the former Dragon God himself … Fate is really a wonderful thing. In any case, this little guy's start is already 'extraordinary'.
…
Deep inside the Disobedient Fortress, in the courtyard of the Realm of Shadows, the round metal ball had finally finished debugging the last set of components. It floated up and circled around the large nerve connector twice before it turned to the two enormous figures who were staring at it not far away. They were the white deer enshrouded in holy radiance and the mysterious lady who was enshrouded in magic clouds and looked like a tower.
In terms of size, Egg Nicholas was as small as a pebble in front of the two figures. But at this moment, the two huge and incomparably powerful figures stared at the little metal ball in front of them with a kind of reverence as it completed the dazzling operation. They did not even dare to breathe. It was not until the neural connector suddenly buzzed that the towering lady finally exhaled. Her breath rolled up a small magic vortex in the void, and a slightly hoarse and magnetic voice came from the vortex. "Master craftsman, have you fixed it?"
"Yes, it's fixed. It took more work than I thought," Egg Nicholas said and sighed in a very human way. "You should be a little friendlier to these machines. Machines also have 'souls'. These poor parts … Lady Enya's neural connector is much better than their situation. "
"Don't worry, we'll be careful, we'll be careful." The voice of the giant deer, Ah Mo 'en, immediately sounded. It was deep and pleasant with a sense of sincerity. "It's mainly Milmina. She's too addicted to collecting those messy entertainment pieces on the internet. Someone like me is more or less paying attention, at least …"
"You have the worst fever. Even the nerve cord is burned." Egg Nicholas shook his body before Hao Ren could finish. "The login record left in the device will not lie."
Ah Moen instantly quieted down, and Milmina turned her head slightly, using her eyes hidden behind a veil of mist to take a deep look at the God of Nature.
"The rest is up to you. I have to go." Nicholas did not seem to feel the subtle atmosphere between the two former gods. After he finished his work, he left. "Just contact Naretil directly if you encounter any situation. Don't worry if the network is completely cut off. The technicians will immediately find out and send people over. Of course, I hope it won't happen again …"
The great craftsman left. The courtyard shrouded in chaos and darkness was quiet for a moment. After a few seconds of awkward confrontation, Mirmina finally said, "What else do you want to say now?"
Ah Mo 'en activated his own set of nerve connection device in an instant. The light flowing on his body connected to the rune ring around the base of the device within a second. "I'll go to the network to check if the device is really fixed …"
The next second, the former god of nature's consciousness sank into the depths of the network. Mirmina looked at all this with a little surprise. After a long time, she could not help but chuckle. "You are pretty good at using it now."
…
Light and shadow changed, and consciousness reorganized. After the familiar and long-lost (twenty-four-hour) "connection" process, Amoun was no longer in the dark and gloomy Courtyard of Disobedience. Instead, it was a sunny and vibrant neural network world. He, who had turned into the old elf Druil, could not help but close his eyes and take a deep breath. He enjoyed a moment of relaxation in this illusory realm.
Two seconds later, he opened his eyes and smiled from the bottom of his heart. He then looked around. This was just a habitual action. He certainly did not see Mirmina. Although the two of them were very close in the real world, in this illusory space, the distance between them might have crossed the entire city.
Shaking his head with a smile, Amoun was even more relaxed. Then, he skillfully activated a translucent floating window in the air. After a simple mental operation, he had left the street and arrived at a square surrounded by stone pillars, golden oak trees, and golden leaves on the ground in the blink of an eye.
This was the function of free teleportation within the permitted range of the City of Dreams. He had mastered it now. But it was not Mirmina who taught him this skill, but the guide, Miss Patty. Compared with the eccentric "Goddess of Magic", the mortal girl named Patty was much friendlier.
Some irrelevant thoughts flashed in Amoun's mind. At the same time, he had found his target according to the function provided by the contact guide. He walked to a bench at the edge of the square. On the bench, a blonde figure was sitting quietly. She had a beautiful face and a unique and elegant temperament. She was wearing a dress that no one in the human world had ever seen before. Her golden hair fell to the ground like a waterfall and flowed with the golden leaves. In the breeze around the golden oak tree, the figure seemed to be isolated from the world and quietly enjoyed the peace and quiet at the moment.
Amoun walked quickly to the figure with a pleasant smile on his face. "Ms. Enya, let's play cards …"
The blonde figure was the image of the Dragon God Enya in the neural network. After such a long time, Amoun had learned that the real identity of "Tea Egg" who replied to his message was actually the "gods" of Tarlonde, the protector of the world's oldest civilization. After the initial shock, doubt, and caution, the three retired gods, including Mirmina, established communication in this spiritual world built by mortals and gradually became familiar with each other.
Knowing the true identity of the other party, Amoun certainly would not choose to call the ancient protector in front of him by the weird name "Tea Egg". On the one hand, it was out of respect, and on the other hand, it was because this way, the other party would not continue to call him "high-speed stag".
"Amoun." Enya, who seemed to have woken up from her contemplation, looked up and saw the visitor. She nodded slightly to greet him before shaking her head. "Sorry, I'm not playing cards today."
"Not playing cards? Because Mirmina is not here? " Amoun was stunned for a moment before he immediately reacted. "That's fine. I'll call Duwalter over. He's free most of the time anyway —"
"No, let's stop the 'Game of Gods' for today. I'm busy with something," Enya interrupted Amoun with a serious expression. "Something very important."
Only then did Amoun notice that the air in front of the former Dragon God was filled with subtle and blurry translucent sparks. This was a sign that a certain query window was being opened. Due to the restrictions of the privacy system, a networker could not directly observe the windows opened by other users without authorization. This made Amoun even more curious. "Are you looking for something?"
"I'm looking for some information." Enya nodded and turned on the authorization of the query interface. The translucent sparks immediately became clear before Amoun's eyes. "But I found that the information here is not complete. The database in the neural network is obviously a long way from being complete."
Amoun did not pay attention to what Enya said. His attention had been attracted by the key text that popped up on the interface. The first thing that came into his sight was a huge line of letters: Necessary mental preparation for taking care of a child for the first time. Author: Pitman.
Amoun: "…?"
He was stunned for a long time before he finally reacted. "Why are you looking for this? Do you need to take care of … the child? "
When he said the last few words, he almost bit his tongue because the topic was too weird. The direction of its development had exceeded the logical range of the common human and god. Just thinking about it a little was enough to make him feel that his worldview was about to be destroyed.
Enya was very calm. She shook her head and said without any change in her expression, "It's … a friend who asked me to take care of the child. Gwen asked me to do so. "
She finally added Gwen's name.
The corner of Amoun's eyes twitched. He felt that the strangeness of this matter did not seem to have lessened at all.
Enya glanced at Amoun and silently closed the authorization sharing of the query window. At the same time, she asked casually, "I remember that you once held the authority of life. This has something to do with what I'm looking for. Do you have any advice on taking care of the child?"
"This … I'm afraid I can't give you any advice." Amoun's expression suddenly became strange. "The species on the Lolun Continent are okay, but the Young Dragon … I have never taken care of them before."
"Then you can't help me." Enya shook her head. "I'd better work hard on my own."
Amoun was speechless.
After being rudely asked to leave, Amoun could only shake his head and leave the square sheltered by the golden oak. For a while, he had nothing to do. He did not contact Mirmina, who should have entered the network. Instead, he walked slowly along a straight and wide road outside the square that led to the central area.
Even if he had nothing to do, as long as he could walk here, look at other minds strolling on the street, and feel the world supported by the hearts of countless mortals "breathing" around him, the former God of Nature would feel relaxed and feel a kind of heartfelt joy as long as he could walk here, look at other minds, and feel the "breathing" of the world around him.
After walking for an unknown period of time, Ah Mo 'en suddenly stopped in his tracks. In his line of sight, a girl in a white dress who seemed to always have a happy smile on her face was sitting on a bench not far away, waving at him from afar.
She was one of the guides in the mental network and the first individual he met in this world — the girl named Patty.
Amoun walked up to the figure sitting on the bench with a kind smile on his face. "Patty."
"Mr. High-Speed Buck!" Patty jumped down from the bench lightly and stood in front of Amoen with a smile. She greeted him cheerfully, "Are you taking a walk? It's rare to see you walking leisurely like this. Every time I saw you a few days ago, you were playing cards with others or arguing about current affairs or religious matters with others. "
"No one is playing cards with me today." Amoun spread out his hands helplessly. "I can't find a topic to argue with others."
He did not refute the name "high-speed buck" but accepted it naturally as if he was used to it.
"Don't play cards? That's good. "Patty smiled even more happily." You should explore the city more, meet more people, and go to more places. This is an incredible world. There are so many interesting and meaningful things. It's a waste to just play cards with friends every day. "
As she spoke, the lively girl extended her hand to Amoen. "Let me take you to the newly built 'Hall of Marks'. It's the new Museum of Illusions in the city. Grandpa Norris and a few other immortal lecturers are working there. They will impart their knowledge to anyone who visits the hall. It's very interesting."
Amoun did not know the names mentioned by Patty, but he was still infected by her enthusiasm. He reached out with a smile and let the girl hold his broad palm. The touch was soft and slightly cold. The next second, he suddenly froze.
"Mr. High-Speed Buck?" Patty noticed this change and immediately cast a curious look at him. "What's going on?"
"Patty." Amoun looked at the young girl in front of him. His eyes fell on her hand. "What's wrong with your body?"
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