It was a long time before Vincent was able to regain control of his body''s movements.


    Trembling, he wiped the sweat from his head with his hands and took deep breaths of fresh


    air to calm himself. Most of the dwarfs were still lying on the ground one by one, unable to


    move.


    Vincent hobbled outside the Golden Hall, found the location of the alarm Mark had told him


    about the whole city, and pulled the lever. Then a siren sounded all over the spider''s cave.


    Many of the gnome-dwellers poked their heads out from high platforms to gaze at the


    swaying mages barely standing in front of the Golden Hall. Then the whole city was busy.


    By nightfall all the dwarfs were finally settled. Many of the little ones were frightened straight


    away into dementia. The midget priests had ways to deal with this condition, but they did not


    have enough healing skills, and the healing power of three or five priests was a pittance in


    the face of so many patients. They had to take care of those who had not yet recovered, and


    wait for tomorrow or the next day to slowly treat them in batches.


    Vincent''s body just became extremely weak at that time, but now he is completely fine. He


    was the first of all the people present to recover. This was thanks to the courage he had


    developed from his many previous adventures with Lambert and others. He is now in the


    hospital room with Charlotte, watching over Mark, the midget, who is still unconscious and


    out of treatment order.


    Late that night, Charlotte lay asleep by his nephew''s bedside. A dwarf cleric in a green runner


    crept up to Vincent, who was still there. He tugged at the corner of his coat and motioned for


    him to come outside and speak.


    Vincent followed him outside, full of doubts.


    "Master, the strong man who came out of the teleporter seems to be waking up soon, and


    you see, most of the members of the Council have been too much stimulated during the day


    to disturb them. You are our guest of honor here and Mages are known for their wisdom, so


    I wonder if you could go and see this mysterious man. Also. And I''m afraid of any more


    accidents... ''


    Vincent nodded, and of course he didn''t mind such a small thing.


    When he reached a separate ward and pushed aside the curtain hanging at the door, Vincent


    again saw the guy who was being chased by the black dragon. He was now wrapped in thick


    bandages, his arms and legs were still fixed with wooden clips, and he was lying in the hospital


    bed bound.


    Vincent came up to him. The man was all wrapped up, even his face was wrapped in a white


    cloth. Only one pair of eyes and two nostrils were still visible. They moved slowly, looking up


    and down at the mage. With the cloth covering his mouth, he can only make a "whoo" sound.


    It seemed that the gnomes were angry with him for attracting the dragon, and were punishing


    him in this way.


    The mage laughed and told the dwarfs to remove all unnecessary restraints from the "sick


    man."


    "Aha! A breath at last. I''m suffocating." The man exhaled loudly after the cloth strips were


    removed from his mouth. He spoke not in the language of several countries on the continent,


    but in a dialect of the extreme East. It was very similar to the dragon language of the mainland.


    Vincent had been acquainted with a magician from the East and had learned the language.


    But in the dead of night all the dwarfs in the city needed quiet sleep. Vincent took the bandage


    he had just taken off to tie his foot and stuck it in his mouth. "Keep your voice down. Others


    need to rest."


    The man nodded and blinked twice. After Vincent removes the strips, the man breathes softly


    and says in a low but angry voice, "Damn it, whose clothes are these? Why are they so smelly?


    It''s killing me. I almost spit them out. If I catch this man, I''ll smoke him..."


    Seeing that the mage was holding the exact same bandage as he was wearing, he swallowed


    the last part of the sentence.


    "What is your name? Where do you come from? How can you be hunted by a black dragon?"


    "Asked the mage, sitting beside him, using the same language as the mysterious man. Several


    dwarfs nearby could not help but sigh that the mage is very powerful, what kind of situation


    can deal with, even this kind of pig grunting language, can use fluently.


    "My name is Hardy, and I come from the Cassallad Mountains, the famous gem mountains.


    Thank you for saving me. That black dragon is really annoying. It took his two precious stones


    that day, so it had to hunt me for seven days and nights."


    "Took two gems?" Jewel Mountain is a place nearly 10,000 kilometers away from here, and


    for ordinary people, it is a existence as distant as myth. Vincent had only read about this place


    in books.


    "Yes, the other day I took his two gems and without a word he began to hunt me down. I


    didn''t take them for myself, I always gave them to someone else. And I only took two of his


    stones each time. He had so many gems, and I took less than four hundred of them..."


    Vincent wanted to give this guy a good spanking. He took away the precious stone of the


    black dragon who liked to hide treasure most. He didn''t say that he was greedy, but he even


    blamed the dragon for being too stingy. On the other hand, if this is true, the man who only


    The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.took two gems at a time and ended up stealing nearly 400, he would be a formidable


    character.


    "What''s your name, by the way? Where is this? '' "Hardy asked, turning his head.


    "I''m Vincent and this is the spider Cave. Stay here for a while to recover."


    ''The spider''s cave? Like heard that somewhere? Hm... Not in some place called the Ridge


    Mountains." Hardy asked, looking at the mage nervously.


    "Yes."


    ''It''s over, it''s over now... I won''t be able to see Freda the day after tomorrow. I''ve wasted a


    beautiful woman. Oh, and I''m going to see Eve for a picnic in the big jungle in two weeks,


    and I''m going to explore the underground river with Setlla in a month, so it''s all blown..."


    Hardy''s eyes welled up with tears, and he looked like the sky was falling and the world was


    ending.


    The mage, unable to bear Hardy''s nagging, noticed Hardy''s voice growing louder and shoved


    the strip of cloth back into Hardy''s mouth. Hardy looked at Hardy and tried to take the strip


    off with his own hands. Tired of this, Vincent put his heavy left hand on Hardy''s belly. Hardy


    let out a dull "whoo, whoo, whoo," and did not move again.


    After telling Hardy not to leave the room or he would try the curse, and seeing Hardy''s earnest


    assurance that "you can rest assured" in his eyes, Vincent left the room. He arrives at the


    ruined Golden Hall. As the gnomes were focused on caring for the sick, there was little to


    clean up. When the teleporter exploded, it smashed the works of the other gnomes in the


    hall, making it look like a war zone. The only place that looked tidy was under the stone wall


    that had been pierced by the Black dragon''s spray attack. There, the dragon''s acid saliva,


    dripping from the gaping hole above, had neatly eroded into a pit.


    Vincent carefully walks through the debris until he comes to the claw stuck in the mithril tray.


    As soon as the platform was closed, the claw was neatly cut off and left on this side of the


    portal.


    The claw is an absolutely rare spell material, and if it can be transformed into an attack wand,


    it will increase the power of the Mana (see note) spell to some extent.


    But it was not the claw that caught Vincent''s attention the most. It was a fragment of the


    teleporter lying next to him.


    The eight pillars were spinning at a high speed, and the later dragon caught Vincent''s


    attention again, so he did not notice the carved patterns on the eight pillars. Moreover, before


    studying the Ofa Secret Scroll, Vincent would not have paid any attention to the patterns even


    if he had seen them.


    The pattern on this scroll was clearly the same as that depicted in the spellbound Force field


    on the scroll. To be exact, they''re done in the same style.


    But it was clear to Vincent that the gnomes would never use the magic on the Offa Secret


    rolls, nor had they ever shown anywhere that they could. Moreover, their use of eight gems


    to simulate the properties of the eight schools of Magic had nothing to do with the idea of


    "spell building blocks" in the book. School spells are concepts that arise under the rules of the


    magic network, while building blocks are outside of this concept.


    Unfortunately, the eight pillars have been blown to pieces, and Vincent can only find some


    large pieces, but he can''t put them together. The only way to see the complete structure of


    the circle is to go to Elder Rhonda tomorrow and hope he still has the documents and


    drawings for the design.


    So early the next morning, it was no surprise that Vincent was in Rhonda''s research room


    looking over the plans.


    Leaning on his cane, the old dwarf scratched the back of his head as he watched Vincent


    analyze the drawings all day long. For the first time, he realized that there were people in the


    world who were more enthusiastic about research than the dwarf. The young wizard looked


    at the pattern file on the eight pillars and worked on the paper next to it.


    Over the course of a week, the Golden Hall was redecorated. Everything was restored to its


    original state except for the huge hole in the rock wall caused by the dragon''s spitting attack.


    Vincent, looking tired, came out of Rhonda''s study room, gave the dwarf a good wash in the


    cool water, and dragged him out of his sweet midday nap.


    "Elder, let me ask you, when did you start experimenting with teleporters?"


    Rhonda fumbled around and found her own thick-bottomed glasses from the nightstand. At


    first, he was angry that someone had woken him up, but when he saw Vincent''s grave face,


    the young wizard who had been tortured and exhausted by all the late nights, his small anger


    immediately disappeared.


    "The first experiment was done ten years ago. What''s the problem?" Rhonda''s rhetorical


    question was subtly timid, and from the look on the mage''s face, he also felt that something


    was wrong today


    "Big trouble. Possibly, this machine is causing big trouble..."


    Plastic Energy: One of the eight factions of magic, which uses the energy of the elements for


    the purpose of research, in addition, various force field effects are also the object of their


    research. Typical spells (levels 1 to 9) are: Magic Missile, Sonic Smash, Fireball, Ice Storm, Wall


    of Force, Serial Lightning, Rainbow Jet, Sun Burst, Meteor Burst.