Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 371 - 181 Dudor the Third, Golden Beard_3

The Grey Mountain Goat, which was burying its head aimlessly, was levitated by Ronan’s illusory capture, appearing as an image sealed within a bright mirror.

Power of Spatial Stasis!

The force of confinement was even more powerful than the Ice Frost Breath previously emitted by the Ice Crystal Demon Snake.

However...

"Crack—"

A clear crack suddenly appeared on the smooth metallic mirror, and the entrapped Grey Mountain Goat’s eyes kept rotating franticly, revealing its desperate struggle.

"Hiss—"

This time, Ronan was truly moved.

Even the Power of Spatial Stasis couldn’t contain this Grey Mountain Goat, clearly... this was no ordinary Alchemy Puppet.

Otherwise, the Dwarf civilization with the Mechanical Heart would be too formidable!

Ronan hesitated for a moment and eventually chose not to unleash the Space Shattering force following the stasis, actively breaking the confining mirror—he was worried about damaging the goat puppet that had brought him many shocks and surprises.

The more extraordinary it acted, the greater its value proved to be.

Ronan’s gaze calmed down, and with a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

"Crack crack—"

More and more cracks formed on the confined metallic mirror, and the lame Grey Mountain Goat’s limbs started to move, seemingly about to jump out of the "mirror" the next second.

And just as the entire mirror was about to shatter, and the Grey Mountain Goat was about to escape...

A fair and slender hand gently grasped its neck.

"Crack crack crack—"

Those beautiful fingers, which could make even a woman jealous, contained an indescribably terrifying giant power. As the fingers grasped the neck of the Grey Mountain Goat, they slowly sunk in, leaving clear imprints.

The inside of the Grey Mountain Goat emitted unbearable creaking sounds, as if parts and rune formations were collapsing.

Tiny fiery sparks shot out from its densely curled fur; it seemed to sense a real crisis looming and immediately became docile.

Unprecedented submissiveness, its gaze lowered and even extended its short pink tongue, trying to twist its head to lick Ronan’s arm.

Ronan looked on expressionlessly, coldly observing the Grey Mountain Goat in his hand.

He extended another hand, slowly caressing the body of the goat, his movements seeming affectionate but in reality, he was further exploring the makeup of this Grey Mountain Goat.

"Crafted from a special type of Alchemy Metal, this metal seems to naturally possess strong magic immunity yet maintains high operation of rune formations and has excellent energy conduction capabilities..."

Thought flashed through Ronan’s eyes, seemingly uncovering a part of the secret to why this Grey Mountain Goat was so elusive.

"Hmm?!"

Suddenly, Ronan felt a soft metal collar around the neck of the Grey Mountain Goat.

Clearing away the layered metallic wool, a shiny metal collar appeared before his eyes.

"This metal..."

The moment Ronan saw the collar, he couldn’t help but freeze.

He felt an unprecedented massive wave of metal energy particles from the metal collar, seemingly harboring an entire sea of metal within the small collar.

Additionally, there were streams of indescribable intense heat, extremely rich Fire Energy Particles.

Pure Metal Element Magic Material, judged by the amount of Metal Attribute energy particles it contains. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

The richer the energy particles in the metal material, the better the enhancement to Metal Magic when used as a magic medium, and it is the dream of all Metal Element Wizards.

"Third Rank Metal Material?"

Ronan caressed the collar closely, quickly dismissing his guess, "No, much higher than Third Rank! Fourth Rank, even Fifth Rank is possible..."

The deeper Ronan explored, the more thrilling it became.

His deep blue eyes involuntarily shot out a brilliant light.

"This is absolutely a Dawn Rank Magic Tool Material!"

In an instant, Ronan even felt a strong impulse to tear off the collar from the Grey Mountain Goat’s neck and claim it for his own.

Nevertheless, he managed to forcefully suppress this urge.

"Although its Grade is exceedingly high, the quantity is really too small, unless mixed with other metal mediums..."

Another reason was, he did not favor the Fire attribute properties contained in the collar.

Continuing to probe along the collar, suddenly, Ronan touched a small metal plate.

He blinked his eyes, turned the goat’s head, and carefully examined the metal plate he brought forth.

A metal plate of the same material and color as the collar, shaped like it was custom-made as a pet tag.

The plate was engraved with some ancient and peculiar characters.

It was the Dwarf Language.

Because the Mechanical Heart came from Dwarf civilization, Ronan had made a point to learn it quickly on his way here, now it proved to be useful.

"Dudor Short Tail the Third."

Ronan read the text on the tag, flipping his palm to turn the tag over.

The back of the tag also bore a line of small characters, which read—

"For my dearest daughter, Goldenbeard Barbara Gabriela!"

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