To be honest, Gwen did not expect this beginning or the ending. He did not expect that he would actually establish a connection with a ball, and he did not expect that the ball would be so annoying...
If not for the fact that there were people watching and he had to maintain the image of a dignified ancestor, he was afraid that he would have immediately chopped this unlucky ball in half with a Champion's Slash. Although he did not have the Pathfinder's Sword in hand, this did not affect his thoughts.
Trying hard to calm himself down, Gwen resisted the urge to curse and adjusted the ball in front of him from a "frightened cub in need of help" to a "naughty brat who deserves to be locked up in a laboratory for research". Then he said patiently, "What good will I get by lying to you? The research facility used to imprison you has been abandoned for a thousand years. A thousand years, you know?"
The ball was silent for a moment as if it was thinking, and then it replied firmly, "Don't you dare trick me into leaving my shell!"
"I'm telling you the truth, I don't believe you..."
"Don't you dare trick me into leaving my shell!"
The veins on Gwen's forehead were bulging. "If you want to stay in this shell, that's your business! Let my men go first! "
In the consciousness connection, the ball made a curious sound. "Your men? Who are they? "
Gwen was confused by the ball's seemingly genuine curiosity. "You sucked three of my soldiers onto your body, and you still want to deny it?!"
The ball was silent for a longer time this time, and then it was shocked. "So there are people on these steel plates?!"
Gwen was speechless.
"My perception in the shell must have been affected!" The unlucky ball actually admitted its mistake, and as its voice trailed off, there was a clattering sound, and the three soldiers were immediately released from their restraints and fell off the surface of the ball.
Their faces were nervous and frightened, and the first thing they did after landing was to run away from the ball in a hurry, and then they threw their armor, weapons, and all kinds of metal items on the ground.
Gwen suddenly felt that the strange ball in front of him might be able to communicate, so he asked, "Why did you suck these armor and weapons?"
Ball replied confidently, "Can't I find something to defend myself with? Who knows what other tricks you crazy barbarians have up your sleeves! "
"I've already said that the research facilities from back then are long gone. How would I know how the people who captured you back then …"
"Don't you dare trick me into leaving my shell!"
Gwen: "…"
This was the first time in his life that he had been defeated so thoroughly in a confrontation with a human. What made this former keyboard warrior even more depressed was that he had actually lost to a ball.
If this ball was really a dragon egg, then he would have lost to a fertilized egg …
After that, no matter what Gwen said, the stone ball, which seemed to be a dragon egg, refused to answer him directly. Even if it was forced, it would only reply, "Don't try to trick me into leaving my shell." This even made Gwen suspect that the nature of the stone ball was a damned repeater.
Regardless of what its nature was, communication could not continue.
Gwen's face was gloomy and strange as he removed his hand from the surface of the stone ball. At the same time, he ended his magic perception. He looked up and saw Amber and Pitman looking at him curiously.
Amber had just seen the three soldiers liberated shortly after Gwen came into contact with the ball, and then Gwen's face turned green and white. This made the half-elf lady think that this 700-year-old old dumpling was about to pass away again because of the excessive use of magic power. She struggled for a long time in the past few minutes. She struggled for a long time whether she should immediately run out and split the luggage, or take away all the valuables on Gwen and run away … But before the internal struggle was over, Gwen "came back to life".
And he looked very angry.
This made Amber, who had a guilty conscience (no mistake), immediately broke out in cold sweat. Even her voice was eight degrees lower. "You … Are you okay? I saw your face changed so quickly just now. I thought you were going to blow yourself up … "
"I established communication with this ball." Gwen was so angry that he did not even notice Amber's abnormal attitude. "This thing … actually has intelligence!"
"Intelligence?!" The most surprised was not Amber, but Druil and Pitman. The little old man almost rushed to the side of the ball, but he hesitated and did not dare to put his hand on it. It was fine for the legendary Knight to touch it, but what if he, a Level 3 Druil, succeeded in courting death? "A dragon egg actually has intelligence?! That means … the Giant Dragon could think when it was still an egg? This is simply … simply the most incredible thing. This is a mystery that no scholar or Druil in this world has ever discovered! "
"No, we can't be sure that this thing is a dragon egg." Gwen hurriedly corrected him. He still could not believe that such a thing would happen to him, but his correction was useless. Pitman had fallen into an inexplicable excitement and was already planning to write a book about this new discovery and sell it to the Duchy of Holy Dragon in the north.
If he really dared to sell this imaginary "research result" to the Giant Dragon worshippers, Gwen would have to hire a new Druil. But fortunately, Pitman did not have the money to print the book, nor did he have the money to travel across the whole of Ansu and the Northern Mountains to sell it to the Duchy of Holy Dragon.
Since the stone orb had refused to accept any form of communication, Gawain had no choice but to leave the orb here. But to prevent the 'dragon egg' that could manipulate metal and affect the flow of magic to a certain extent from causing any more trouble, Gawain changed his original 'containment measures'. He removed all the metal objects within dozens of meters of the tent and placed a circle of obsidian plates around the orb to block the magic. He tied the orb layer by layer with a strong rope and fixed it to the ground with a thick wooden stake. He told the stone orb that he was going to buy a few oranges …
No one understood the last step of the operation.
While arranging all these, Gwen also told the whole process of his communication with the ball to Heti, who had been waiting outside.
Surprisingly, Heti, who was always mature and practical, also suspected that the ball was a dragon egg.
So this way of thinking is so popular in this other world?
"This' dragon egg 'was probably stolen by the ancient Kingdom of Gondor's mages," Heti said after listening to Gwen's description. "I heard that the Giant Dragon did appear on the continent thousands of years ago, and the Giant Dragon Duchy has records of this. Although those fanatical worshippers have always been crazy when it comes to the topic of dragons, they are indeed the most reliable record of when and where the Giant Dragon appeared. This time point coincides with the time when the ruins were built.
"And according to the attitude of the 'dragon egg' to humans, the mages of the Kingdom of Gondor obviously used underhanded means to get the egg, and they were not very friendly to the dragon egg after that."
"Of course, they threw it on the experiment table, how friendly can they be?" Gwen pursed his lips. "I suspect that it has been in a state of hibernation since then. Probably the mages of the Kingdom of Gondor used some method to suppress its activity because the 'egg' does not have the memory of a thousand years. And we took it out of the ruins … I'm afraid that we have broken the seal left by the mages a thousand years ago. "
"What are you going to do with it?" Heti asked cautiously. "If it is really a dragon egg … we can't do anything to it so easily. Legend has it that the Giant Dragon is a very vengeful race, and they value their eggs very much. A thousand years ago, the mages of the Kingdom of Gondor may not be afraid of the revenge of the dragons, but we are different today. And in the eyes of the dragons, I'm afraid that they can't tell the difference between us and the humans a thousand years ago. "
Almost no one had seen the real body of the Giant Dragon, but there was no shortage of descriptions about the Giant Dragon. There were countless professional books on the continent about their temperament, classification, preferences, and even their diet. Some of them were written by folk experts about the Giant Dragon. Another part came from the Duchy of the Holy Dragon in the north. The latter was a noble of the Icefield who claimed to be the descendants of the dragon blood. They used a lot of fancy and scary words to describe the 'dragon ancestor' in their minds, and Heti chose to believe the most dangerous part of the description.
Gwen touched his chin and said, "Well … let's leave it there for a few days. Don't let anyone disturb it. Let it believe that no one will come to it for experiments, and then I'll find a way to build trust."
After saying this, he couldn't help but yawn. The tiredness of being woken up in the middle of the night and the tiredness caused by the high concentration suddenly overwhelmed him. "Yawn … That's it for today. Everyone is tired after all the trouble in the middle of the night. Except for those who are on night duty, everyone can go back and rest."
The gathered people dispersed. Amber also yawned and disappeared from everyone's sight with Shadowstep. Gwen looked back at the 'dragon egg tent' that the soldiers were staring at from afar, shook his head, and turned back to his tent.
After entering the tent, he sat on the bed but didn't go to sleep immediately. Instead, he habitually focused and called out the 'magic imaging' in his mind.
After confirming that the energy distribution on the magic imaging didn't fluctuate too much, and that there was no high-energy reaction nearby, especially near the 'dragon egg', and no new alarm from the satellite, he was slightly relieved and ready to sleep.
But just as he was about to lie down, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a glimmer of light in the dark tent from the corner of his eyes.
Gwen rubbed his eyes and confirmed that it was not an illusion, and that the glimmer was coming from the big basket next to the desk.
Those were the waste products made by Rebecca during the process of 'burning cement', some of the hardened material that did not have any function.
Gwen curiously leaned over and saw that there was a glimmer in the hardened material.
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