Chapter 690: Take it off later!
The guild's support came later than Gordon and the others expected.
On the eleventh day after the letter was sent, a high-speed airship finally appeared over the village of Sinard.
Gordon crossed his arms and stared at the slowly landing airship. He was not in a good mood at this time.
It takes about two days for a peregrine falcon to fly to East Doruma, and it takes about three days for a high-speed airship to fly from East Doruma, or at most four days. In other words, it was delayed in East Doruma. At least one week.
What to do? !
These days, Hayata and Feng Ying are not having a good time.
After lending the black dragon armor to Feng Ying, the mad dragon virus in Hayata's body lost its suppression and broke out extremely violently.
Although there was no abnormality on the surface, it could be seen from her limbs that twitched from time to time due to pain and her eyes that were completely bloodshot that she was just enduring.
Feng Ying also wanted to return the black dragon armor, but Hayata, who had experienced that kind of "rebound", refused.
It's not a good idea to switch equipment between the two of them, taking turns suppressing the virus, and then repeatedly facing explosive rebounds. It's better for her to take more responsibility.
Anyway, she has been coexisting with this virus for nearly a whole year, and she has adapted to it to a certain extent.
The empty boat docked at the edge of the mountaintop platform, the gangway unfolded, and several people walked down.
Gordon raised his eyebrows, led his companions towards him, and punched the leader in the chest.
This punch was not a full-strength punch, but it was definitely not light. With a muffled "bang" sound, the silver-haired swordsman couldn't help but take a few steps back.
His expression was distorted for a moment, he coughed dryly, and said out of breath: "Ahem, cough...what's wrong with you?!"
Gordon bared his teeth and said, "It's a bit slow."
< br>The visitor was stunned for a moment, and then noticed Hayata's eyes that had almost completely turned purple, and Feng Ying's extremely ill-fitting black dragon armor.
With his quick thinking, he quickly analyzed the current situation and said apologetically: "Sorry, it did take a while, but don't worry, the problem of mad dragon disease will be solved soon."
Gordon then opened his arms and the two hugged.
"Long time no see, Brother Julius."
"Well, long time no see, Gordon."
Yinbian and Bitou, the two hunting groups greeted each other. Most of them are acquaintances.
Only Feng Ying and the newbie Aiden (Brother Sunshine) didn't know each other, and the experienced spear user who looked to be in his forties was not very familiar with Gordon.
“This is Senior Fabius, the Seven-Star Lancer. Before I joined ‘our brigade’, he was a hunter in the brigade, an old acquaintance of the leader, and a very powerful spearman. ." Hayata introduced Gordon and the others with a smile.
"I can tell." Gordon shook hands with the unsmiling spearman.
The opponent is equipped with a set of heavy golden armor. It can be seen from the obvious guild emblem on the armor that this person, like Julius, belongs to the direct line of the guild.
As far as Gordon knows, in addition to the Guild Knights and the Guild Dark Night, the Guild also has a special force composed almost entirely of Lancers.
They belong to the guild knights, but they don’t often travel outside. The palace knights who guard the Grand Palace are their members.
If you guessed it right, there is a high probability that this senior Fabius is also one of them. At least he was once one of them. Considering the age and strength of the other party, there is a high probability that he has also served as the commander of the army. important positions.
"Let's talk about the pleasantries later."
The only woman in the Bitou hunting group, Light Crossbow Shi Nadia looked at Hayata worriedly and said: "Hurry up and ask the professor to treat Hayata and the others."
A short figure "swooshed" past everyone's legs and arrived in front of Hayata.
He pushed up the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, took a closer look at Hayata's purple sclera, and spoke very quickly: "The infection is so severe that there is no medicine to suppress it, but you can still maintain your sanity. Really?
Your immunity to the Dragon Disease is really strong, but if you continue like this, you will soon be unable to hold on. ”
"So is there a way to solve it, Professor?" Gordon asked quickly.
“There is no complete cure yet, but a new generation of agents that suppress viral activity has been developed, with better effects and longer-lasting effects. However, the shelf life is short and the quantity of materials is limited and must be prepared on site. .
This time we were preparing materials and special equipment for mixing the medicine, that’s why we were delayed in East Doruma for so long.”
The professor’s answer surprised Gordon and others. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the atmosphere at the scene softened a bit.
The old man was always impatient. After explaining briefly and quickly, he turned back to the airship and shouted, "Assistant! Alva! Move down all the materials and mixing equipment!< br>
We also need a still and a separator. Those are too heavy to carry on the airship, but the apothecary master here in Sinard Village has them all.
Where does Guru Ikaspam or Guru Yamanaku live? Take me there! "
The professor said this last sentence to the elder who followed Gordon and the others. This old man seemed to be very familiar with the people and things in Sinard Village.
The elder did not talk nonsense. , leading the professor towards the village
Two figures followed him.
Among them, Gordon, who was carrying big and small bags, was very familiar with him. Alva, a disciple of the professor and a member of the scrivener team, was once a frail boy but now has a somewhat strong appearance.
This is the first time for another person whom the professor calls "assistant".
It was a beautiful Dragonite woman, with her silver-white semi-long hair carefully combed, her exquisite and intricate headdress shining brightly, and her elegant and calm steps.
Not like a scholar’s assistant, but like a lady walking out of a banquet hall.
Gordon didn't dare to look too much. Hayatako with scarlet eyes was standing next to her. Although her red eyes had nothing to do with the lady.
"Senior Gordon."
"Huh?" Gordon, who felt guilty for no reason, suddenly turned his head.
Hayata didn't understand why Gordon's reaction was so big, but she didn't think much about it. She just said with a little surprise: "Senior Gordon, don't you think that the assistant lady is so different from her appearance to her attire?" Is it similar to that one?”
“That one, you mean the president of Minagarde Hall?”
“That’s right.”
"It's true."
"President Mi Cheng does have a very close genetic relationship with her."
Julius said: "That lady is working at the newly established Research Center on Mad Dragon Disease. In the institute, he holds the position of assistant researcher, but his actual identity is the sponsor of the institute
All in all, she is, well, quite a difficult lady to deal with.”
Anhil also added: “It can be seen from the clothing and decorations that their ancestors were dragons from the Xiqi Kingdom. The human nobles have now taken root in the Old Continent and have considerable resources and power in their hands
But it has nothing to do with us. "
Gordon shrugged, that's true.
"Oh, what weird things are you talking about, what kind of dragon nobles are you talking about? "Feng Ying, as the only Dragonite among the people present, showed off her differences from the "Dragon Nobles".
She was taking off her clothes carelessly.
"Feng Ying! "Hayata quickly ran over and stopped her.
Gordon scolded angrily: "What are you doing taking off your clothes?!"
"Give the armor back to Sister Hayata." Feng Ying said matter-of-factly: "It will take a while before the potion is made, hurry up Let Sister Hayata suppress the virus first.
And these greaves are too uncomfortable to wear!”
Feng Ying kicked her little dragon-like feet. , muttered.
"Take it off later!" (End of this chapter)