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There was a din.

John's gaze shifted from the Seagull Tower.

A man wearing a platinum magic robe, with platinum blond hair, and eyes filled with lightning-like magic fluctuations.

His appearance made the surroundings noisy.

Dunbar was shocked, and he knelt down quickly.

Most people knelt down, and only a few stood.

Those people are magicians wearing magic robes.

"It's the Vanir, Odyssey."

Dunbar lowered his head, and John looked up at the man riding the big-antlered deer.

Odyssey is the child of the ruler of Vanaheim. He has extremely excellent magical talent and is about the same age as Thor.

Vanaheim treats magicians with the same respect as the ruler's descendants.

Odyssey's condescending gaze swept across the standing magician, but the other kneeling civilians did not enter his eyes.

Molly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Highness Odyssey."

"Molly, you left for two and a half years and returned to Vanaheim with your proud disciple."

Odyssey smiled, "Has your magic been imprinted on the seagulls yet?"

Morley said confidently: "I am ready. The light of Niord's ocean will be lit up by my student Ans El."

"Very good." Odyssey was satisfied.

As a prince, he and Mo Li both wanted to be one of their own to read the sacred book.

The existence of knowledge is always better in the hands of one's own people.

His grandfather Niord generously allowed the magician to take possession of the divine book. Odyssey would not say anything bad, but he also felt that it was inappropriate.

"People with magic, I hope to see your dazzling magic among the seagulls."

Odyssey nodded slightly, and the magicians accepted this kind nod.

Odyssey, as the person overseeing this place from the Warner Protoss, his arrival makes people feel pressure.

Dunbar stood up wiping cold sweat, "Is that His Highness Odyssey? He is as difficult to get along with as the rumors say."

"The rumors may not be true." John raised his eyebrows and said, "But they are not necessarily false either."

Dunbar nodded repeatedly.

Regarding the divine book, there are many legends circulating in Vanaheim.

Some people say that the sacred book records taboos about time and soul.

Some say there is a prophecy of the end of Vanaheim there.

As a world where magic is highly developed, no one would doubt the omnipotence of magic.

So does Dunbar.

He carefully led John the way, fearing that he might offend any magician.

People living in the magical world need to be careful.

John had plenty of ore, and he found a place to trade near a flock of seagulls.

Take out those ores with fire properties, and soon someone will propose a deal.

Surprisingly, it was Odyssey.

"Make a price." Odyssey held a staff that was taller than himself, with a blue gem on it.

John refused to accept anyone who came and said, "I like interesting things, it just depends on what you have."

Odyssey frowned, "You don't believe in Vanaheim's currency?"

"Not even space pirates are that stupid."

He was unhappy with John's request for Vanaheim currency.

Unfortunately, John didn't take this approach.

He said casually: "Equal exchange, your currency is not that important in my eyes, I have better ones."

"If you need it, you can let people in need buy it."

John pointed behind Odyssey.

The elf is looking here.

Odyssey's face darkened and he clapped his hands.

A knight in silver armor brought the box up.

"This is wind magic armor made by elves."

The ornate armor is very elf-like.

Because of their flexible mobility, elves rarely wear heavy armor that covers their whole bodies.

Their light bodies prefer to move flexibly rather than stand and be beaten.

This armor covers the upper body, and the lower body is connected with unknown animal skin kneepads and processed cloth.

Elegant style, very suitable for archers.

John took a look and said, well, I'm not a warrior.

However, the method of enchantment is somewhat different from that of goblins, so John is a little interested.

"can."

John put down the fire ore that Pallu had purified.

This is an ore suitable for making arrowheads, as it is tough and heat-resistant.

When Odyssey got the ore, he looked surprised and asked, "Such a pure fire ore, where did you get it?"

"I don't ask about your purpose. You shouldn't ask about my origin."

John put his hands into his sleeves, and Dunbar, who felt he was a servant, stepped forward to get the armor.

This thing is as light as if it were made of feathers.

It's amazing.

Odyssey looked deeply at John.

Compared to others who were slightly afraid of the Warner Clan, John showed that he didn't take himself to heart at all.

"There are other things besides ores that I am willing to exchange." Odyssey said, "It would be even better if there are dragon eggs."

"Oh?" John was a little doubtful that Odyssey went to his own spaceship and actually knew that he had dragon eggs.

Odyssey didn't notice anything was wrong. He showed off his knowledge and said: "Dragon eggs have many functions. When a female dragon encounters a dragon egg, she will not destroy or pass by it like other monsters. Instead, she will choose to attack the dragon egg." To protect.”

"So when the smell of dragon eggs appears, those female dragons will come looking for them."

"So, you want to hunt dragons?"

John narrowed his eyes and said to himself, the Dragon King, "Hunting Dragon, young man, you are very brave."

Odyssey said confidently: "My magic will be proved by the blood of dragons."

Naturally, John would not sell him the dragon eggs. It seemed that the fire ore was also used for dragon hunting.

Only fire ore that is also tempered at high temperatures can penetrate the scales of a fire dragon.

After Odysseus left, the elf came over.

Unlike the dark elves, these elves are more beautiful and have strong magic power fluctuations.

Their magical energy is reflected in their eyes.

The magic creates different visions in their eyes.

The lightning in Odyssey's eyes should be some kind of magic about thunder and lightning.

The elf in front of John didn't have that kind of fluctuation, and it should have been restrained.

"Dear wizard."

Unexpectedly, after the elf arrived, his attitude was very friendly, even respectful.

John looked at him quietly, and the elf said respectfully: "The elf's closeness to natural magic makes me feel that the magic you possess is admirable."

John understood.

Elves are naturally close to magic, allowing them to feel more subtle magic fluctuations than ordinary magicians.

The elf watched John for a long time.

The magic power on the body will not leak out at all, and the affinity of the magic power coming from the body even exceeds that of the elves.

This is an incredible situation.

No race is more favored by magic than the elves.

Let alone a human being.

The elf thought again and again and decided to contact John.

In that matter in Alfheim, the best way is to find a powerful magician to help.

As for asking Asgard for help, they wouldn't do that unless they had to.

As an elf close to Vanaheim, he also suffered a lot of pressure when Odin fought in the nine kingdoms.

The coalition formed by them and Vanaheim was defeated by the attack of the one-eyed king's executioner, and even made the elves pay the price of blood.

There were originally few elves, but after that battle, their number became even smaller.

Now they all rely on the magic of Queen Freya, so that they can still remain proud in the nine kingdoms.

But the Queen cannot support it forever.

It wasn't that long ago, well, it wasn't that long ago for this group of elves with an average lifespan of several thousand years.

They could feel that the magic had changed.

A new master of magic is born.

This reduced the blessings Freya brought to the elves.

The elves can only take the wrong approach and prepare to restart Alfheim's magic source so that they can maintain strong magic power.

Restarting the source of magic requires the help of a powerful magician, and God King Frey, Freya's brother, is willing to help.

More magicians are needed to help them.

This time I came to the Seagulls to find a powerful magician who could help Alfheim.

God King Frey recommended Odyssey to the elves, but in the eyes of the natural elf sages, Odyssey was still not good enough.

The Elf Sage said respectfully: "If possible, I hope to buy everything from you."

"All of them?" John looked strange.

The elf's show of wealth successfully attracted John's attention.

He snapped his fingers and the parchment flew from his cuffs.

Palu, who was lying in the incinerator... in the lounge, was teleported over.

The devil is all about convenience and is literally always at your call.

As soon as the flame demon appeared, the young elf frowned in discomfort.

Compared with elves, the most beautiful race in the world, demons are just as ugly as they come.

Naturally, people who like beautiful elves dislike ugly demons.

Even the Elf Sage, a handsome old man who had lived for more than three thousand years, almost couldn't help but use magic to purify Palu.

To the sage's surprise, John actually made a contract with a demon.

"Palu, bring the purified ore."

As soon as he heard John's instructions, Palu ran over.

Tons of fire ore were placed in front of the elf.

John raised his eyebrows and said, "It's your turn."

The Elf Sage looked at that amount of ore silently.

I don’t know if the supplies I brought are enough.

Borrow a little from Odyssey?

The Elf Sage forced out a smile and said, "Your Excellency, please give me a moment."

"Of course." John waved his hand generously and said, "Go and collect the money."

"Well, I hope you can leave a contact method."

"No problem, my mobile phone number is..."

Mid-sentence, John paused.

By the way, how do they communicate with each other since they can’t use mobile phones in the universe?

He looked at the elf sage, who was confused.

cellphone number?

what is that?

Well, as the Witch-King, the lord of the magical realm.

For the first time, John felt like he was the Muggle.

In the end, the two people changed their contact information.

Well, with magic.

Fortunately, John's mobile phone is also magical technology.

Can't talk to the universe?

It's ok.

Clap your hands together and whatever you want comes to you.

He clapped his hands in front of the elf.

The moment the lines and circles representing the Gate of Things appeared, the Elf Sage felt his cerebellum shrink a little.

The Gate of Things... can it still be used like this?

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