For half a minute, Gao Wen looked at Melita quietly, and Melita looked at Gao Wen quietly.

The former looked stunned, while the latter looked confused.

In the end, Gao Wen was the first to react. His lips trembled and subconsciously pointed at Melita's long lavender hair: "Why don't the dragon clan have hair? You..."

"Our human form is a spell effect, and of course the spell effect can be anything - I became like this just because I like it," Melita said with a look of course, and pointed to the top of her head. "The dragon form is my body - I have scales, where did I get my hair?"

Gao Wen: "You... are really reasonable and well-founded..."

Melita thought about it and added with great care: "It seems that your friend is going to be disappointed - Tallond will not have similar products and technologies. If you have to say, our closest industry is scale polishing and dyeing, implantation technology, which is a kind of beauty. If your friend doesn't mind, you can try to plant a layer of scales, which can be selected from a variety of colors, and your scalp can also be protected from swords and bayonets in the future..."

Gao Wen couldn't see any jokes on the face of the agent lady - she was obviously quite serious, but Gao Wen had made up for it herself, and a dragon-scale scalp version of Saldrin came to his mind, which made him have a cold war in an instant and shook his head repeatedly: "Forget it, he is... well, bright enough now."

In fact, if you think about it carefully, he thinks that Melita's suggestion is still attractive. If you don't consider it from the perspective of aesthetics, a head that implants synthetic scales and becomes invulnerable to swords and swords is obviously of high practical value. A real strong man should not mind this, but he agrees that this is useless. The key is that Saldrin should not accept this...

Realizing that more and more strange associations were emerging in his mind, Gao Wen decided to end this awkward topic.

"We've been stranded in Tallongd for several days," he said suddenly. "Maybe in a few days, we'll be leaving."

"So quickly?" Melita's eyes widened in surprise. "You can stay here for a few more days-Tallond is not easy to entertain guests once."

"But Cecil can't operate for a long time now in the absence of the emperor. We have been leaving the continent of Loren for too long," Gao Wen shook his head, "A banquet that will be lingering in the world."

"The feast that is always gone... interesting statement. The Cecilians say that their emperor is a grammar master who can create many wonderful sentences. It seems that this statement does make sense." Melita said with a smile.

Gao Wen didn't need to inquire to know that this was inseparable from the "Records of the Emperor's Holy Words" secretly compiled by someone...

He coughed dryly and continued, "Although I have made plans to leave, to be honest, I still have many things I have not figured out... For example, about the demon tide, about the way the dragon clan resists the demon tide, about the signal we have received... You should still remember that I asked you to help investigate whether the mysterious signal is related to Tallond, and now I think that Tallond, who has such a deep accumulation, should know more secrets behind that signal, but these things... I can't directly ask your god."

Melita's expression became a little serious: "Because these things can easily involve specific techniques."

"We cannot obtain technical or technical knowledge from the gods. If we can, it is best not to ask even questions," Gao Wen nodded. "I don't mind asking about some ancient history or secrets that have nothing to do with human society from the dragon god, because we can treat that as a story, but I really don't dare to ask Him these things."

"These questions... I also need to apply to my superiors to determine whether I can communicate with you," Melita hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said, "But there is a part of the thing I can tell you, which is about why Tallond can go through the magic wave again and again without any harm..."

Speaking of this, she paused and raised her hand and pointed above.

"You may have guessed that - the Tallond Shield, our biggest defensive barrier, is the key to allowing the dragon clan to survive in the demon tide."

Tallond Shield...

Gao Wen subconsciously pinched his forehead. This was actually an idea he had before. He thought that the dragon clan's technique of resisting the demon tide should be related to the large shield, but this could not explain a problem-

"Even if the Great Shield can protect the creatures on the Tarlong Continent when the Demon Tide arrives, how did you successfully adapt to the earth-shaking world outside the shield after the Demon Tide ends? Of course, I am not referring to the small Demon Tide that Gondor has experienced, but the big Demon Tide that can truly affect the entire world," he asked with a frown. "After the Great Shield, the magic rules of the entire world will be reset, and a large amount of matter will become unfamiliar. You can still survive safely after coming out of the Great Shield... Is it just relying on the powerful physical fitness of the dragon?"

Listening to Gao Wen's words, Melita suddenly showed a strange look. Her eyes fell on Gao Wen for a while before asking with uncertainty: "I want to know, who revealed to you about the magic rules and the forms and properties of a large number of substances after the arrival of the Great Demon Tide will lead to changes in the world's magic power rules and the nature of a large number of substances?"

Gao Wen felt something was wrong from the other person's expression, and his expression became extremely serious: "This is the information revealed to us by the Siren - like you, they have also observed the world for millions of years, and Cecil and Siren are more closely related to Tallond, so we have obtained the knowledge about the big and small demon tides, black traps, anti-tides, etc., from Siren. What do you mean... Is the information given to us by the Siren? "

"...No, they didn't lie to you. That is indeed the world in their eyes. The arrival of the demon tide will indeed turn the whole world upside down, but I think your understanding of this..." Melita said with a strange expression, but as soon as she was halfway through, her face suddenly changed. Then she threw down the cup in her hand and pressed her chest with pain. All the subsequent words were replaced by a roar and breathing.

Gao Wen was shocked: "Are you okay?!"

Melita gasped for a long time before finally recovering a little. She held the bar next to her and slowly looked up, looking at Gao Wen with a pale face and complicated expression: "I really didn't expect that I would also like this when I talk to you about some chat topics at home..."

Gao Wen: "So just now..."

"The gods warn me...can't discuss this with you anymore," Melita said in a weak tone, "Sorry, I can't help you."

Gao Wen's expression began to become serious. Although Melita only said half of it, it had already caused a lot of fluctuations in his heart. He vaguely felt that he had grasped something, and his thoughts couldn't help but spread. Seeing the painful performance of the agent's lady after being directly warned by the gods at this moment, the information revealed behind this topic made him pay special attention to it!

Humans may have a deviation in their understanding of the "big demon tide"? The information of the Siren is not completely accurate? Research on the demon tide will face a new breakthrough? Where is the direction of the breakthrough? The technology of the dragon clan or the information of the Siren?!

He felt his breathing become a little rapid, while Melita stood up with difficulty in holding the bar. She shook her body in place before finally standing firm. Then she showed an apology to Gao Wen: "Sorry, I can't be a companion anymore. I need to go back and do some...a small health check..."

"It's me who should say sorry," Gao Wen immediately stood up with a sincere apology on his face, "If I hadn't spoken randomly..."

"No, no one can predict when the chain will suddenly tie its neck, no one can predict when the wall will appear... The dragon tribes are used to it," Melita showed a pale smile. She shook her head and turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped. She looked back at Gao Wen, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Although I can't continue talking to you, I think... the gods are reminding us in this way."

Gao Wen thought to himself: "Remind us?"

Melita took a deep breath: "He doesn't want you to get a direct answer from me, which means that this answer may... is very special and very important... Maybe it must be solved by you yourself, and you cannot use any external help."

After saying this, she closed her eyes slightly, turned around and walked slowly towards the exit of the room.

Her last sentence came to Gao Wen's ears: "After I go back, I will try to review the follow-up information of the signals I reported to me last time - this time, with your "distinguished guest" needs, maybe my superiors will approve my application."

Melita left, leaving only Gao Wen standing alone in the huge room. The latter's brows frowned and stretched several times. In his contemplation, he began to slowly pace the room.

...

The god went to rest, and His incarnation disappeared into the magnificent temple, returning to a state of transdimensionality that mortals could not perceive.

But Hragor still stood respectfully in front of the Holy See, hanging his hands as if waiting for the order.

He knew that although the gods had left, the gods' eyes were still there, and they were always there, and countless eyes were staring at this ancient land without rest. Under the gods' gaze, every dragon clan must live cautiously. He must stay here according to the duties of the high-level dragon priests, and keep them until the moment required by the Scriptures.

He stood like this for a long time, and finally, he stood for enough of the time stipulated in the doctrine.

The gods are still resting, and it may take a long time to go before the next summons. The dragon priest is temporarily free.

Hragor raised his head and walked out of the temple hall without hesitation - his steps were slow, but a faint glow gradually appeared beside him. He walked into the depths of the glow, and the next second, he came to the depths of the gorgeous palace where the upper review group was located.

Speaker Andal woke up from half-sleeping, and he heard Omega's voice ringing in his mind: "His Speaker, the high priest Hragore is going to meet you."

Andal's mechanical prosthesis eyes contracted for a moment and said in a deep voice: "...Click on."

"The high priest is not online - he is outside your door."

Andal woke up completely, his head moved, and some small sound of liquid pumping from the large number of cables and pipes connected to his body was heard, and two seconds later he spoke: "Okay, let him in - other visitors are not allowed for the time being."

The mechanical door leading to the "Third of the Mind" hall opened automatically, and Hragore stepped into it. The high-level dragon priest raised his head and looked at the old giant dragon on the platform ahead, full of mechanical transformation traces everywhere, nodded slightly: "I'm glad to see that you are still healthy, Lord Speaker."

"High-level priests, it's rare that you will step into the headquarters of the review team in person, instead of directly sending messages to me with the Omega network," several implant components on Andal's head flashed with a slight stream of light, and his voice echoed throughout the hall through the amplification device. "Is there anything important to you personally convey?"

"God is resting, and He has given the parable order to temporarily cancel the inspection plan of the two ancient continents of Cardo and Moore this century, and the original group of travelers was disbanded on the spot and standby in Tallond."

"Why?" Andal couldn't help asking.

"No reason," Hragor said lightly, "Just execute."

Andal's eyes fell on Hragore. He then withdrew his gaze after a few seconds and said in a deep voice: "...I understand."

However, the high-level dragon priest who had conveyed the "oracle" did not leave and still stood quietly.

"Is there anything else?" Andal couldn't help asking.

"The second thing-"

Hragor said lightly, then took out a small amulet from his arms - the amulet was made of unknown metal, with glimmer of light floating on the silver-white surface, but it seemed to be non-substantial. Its edges continued to appear faintly translucent. It almost floated in the hands of the dragon priest. It was more like a "projection" that was forced to drag from another time and space with some force.

The moment he saw the amulet, Andal's breathing subconsciously dripped for half a beat, and the next second, he saw Hragor crushing the "talisman projection" between reality and reality without hesitation.

"Hragor! You--" the Speaker couldn't help but shout, his upper body shaking, and countless pipes connected to it, and even the surfaces of the crystal curtains that present various data around the hall instantly emerged with countless messy ripples.

"The second thing," Hragor repeated again, the amulet debris in his hand dissipated into the air, "We are all out of the sight of the gods for three minutes from now on."

The last bit of debris from the talisman completely dissipated into the air.

Andal sat high on his throne of mind, and stood still like a sculpture, staring at Heragore standing below.
Chapter completed!