The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 681 - 0678: Magic Cloak (Second Update)

Chapter 681: Chapter 0678: Magic Cloak (Second Update)

In the end, the difference among Low Magic, High Magic, and Superior Magic lies in the varying speeds at which the constituent magic particles move, a trait that is difficult to clearly understand at such a microscopic level.

Liszt had only shared the concept of particle movement with Ach, and then he no longer studied this aspect.

Ach, who had been promoted to Archmage, had already proven that her talents eclipsed those of most humans. Her intelligence on Earth would likely have won her a Nobel Prize. Therefore, entrusting Ach with the more challenging problems allowed Liszt to free himself to focus on Dragon Knight training.

However, before preparing to leave, he had another task to complete—taking Ach’s body measurements, including bust, waist, and hips, and then making her a batch of well-fitting clothes.

Pajamas, loungewear, magic cloaks, and noble gowns were all needed.

If one day Liszt were to establish a nation, Ach would be a top noble of that nation.

Although a glance was almost enough to ascertain Ach’s body measurements, Liszt personally took out the tape measure and meticulously measured her again, obtaining the most precise figures.

Recording the numbers on thick parchment, Liszt smiled and stroked Ach’s hair, “Once the clothes are ready, you’ll live in my castle. You can visit any part of the territory at your leisure, but try not to reveal your Sea Serpent identity to avoid attracting malice from others.”

“I understand, brother,” Ach nodded reservedly, having long yearned for life on dry land.

“If you like, I can arrange for you to go to the Mage Tower later on. There you’ll find the likes of Chris, the Grand Magician you know. You can assign them some simpler topics so that they can help you with your research tasks. Of course, for now, keep your Archmage identity a secret.”

Both he and Ach had just advanced to the profession of High Magic.

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They needed time to grow stronger; so for the time being, it was better to keep a low profile.

Finally, kissing Ach on the forehead, Liszt stood up and left the seaside villa.

After returning to the castle, he handed Ach’s body measurements to the castle’s female butler, Mrs. Morson, instructing her to arrange the immediate tailoring of the clothes: “First make a magic cloak and an undershirt; they need to be ready to wear by tomorrow morning. Also, make a set of noble attire that must be completed within four days; the rest of the clothes can be delayed.”

Even the most professional tailors can’t immediately put together a set of clothes, and the more exquisite the clothes, the more time is needed for crafting—especially for noble attire.

“My Lord, how should I choose the fabric for the clothes?”

“The finest fabric, the same specifications as my clothes.”

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The next morning.

The tailor Mrs. Morson had commissioned worked through the night to finish a set of a magic cloak and an undershirt. After finishing his morning exercises, Liszt presented them to Ach.

“Ach, put on these clothes; I will take you to get familiar with Fresh Flower Town and Black Horse Island right away,” he said.

“Okay.”

Liszt left the room, closing the door behind him, without any thought of peeking at Ach changing. He hadn’t even considered it, instead chatting awkwardly in the Worm Room with Giant Algae Greater Elf Pike.

“Ach suddenly has long legs now, becoming almost as handsome as you and me.”

“Is that so.”

“Of course, there’s still a difference.”

“Heh.”

“I don’t like her hair. Yellow-brown is the most beautiful color, like the handsome Pike’s color. I suggest you also switch to a yellow-brown outfit; it’s more pleasant to look at. Otherwise, your handsomeness will struggle to keep up with Pike’s pace.”

Liszt smiled, “I too think yellow-brown is a nice color, but as a noble, Flack·Abbieye is the most suitable attire for my status.” Talking with Pike was mostly nonsensical self-admiration, as this Greater Elf’s thought processes were a bit odd.

Thankfully, Ach was not a dawdling young girl, and she quickly changed into her new attire.

Black boots, a black mage robe, and a black hooded magic cloak completely concealed Ach’s body, leaving only her pure and flawless face partially hidden under the hood. Her blue eyes were still deep and clear, making it hard to ignore their sparkle.

Mage cloaks aren’t about beauty or ugliness, they look more or less the same on anyone, so there isn’t much to say about them.

Liszt gave a slight nod to acknowledge.

Pike, however, shook his head quickly, “It’s not good-looking, not good-looking at all, Ach, you wearing black clothes is just too ugly, the only advantage is that it covers your blue hair. You should wear tan clothes, like the handsome Pike’s color, otherwise, you’re way behind.”

Ach’s little face didn’t have any smile, instead, there was a feeling of discomfort, “Brother, Ach doesn’t like wearing clothes.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“These fabrics are so uncomfortable against the skin, brother, don’t you feel uncomfortable wearing clothes like this every day?”

“Because I’m used to it, but indeed, these clothes really don’t fit well, wearing them for a few more days will make it a lot more comfortable.”

“Wearing clothes is very inconvenient, they get wet when swimming, Ach once wore leather armor, and wearing it wet was even more uncomfortable.” She rarely complained, clearly, clothes were causing her a chain of discomfort, “Brother, there is blood magic that can turn clothes into magic equipment, which can even be stored inside one’s body, Ach wants to make such clothes for herself.”

“If you can improve upon that kind of magic technique from the vampires, it would certainly be good, and make me a set of Dou Qi clothes that can be put on and taken off at will.” Liszt understood Ach’s thoughts, as swimming with Rainbow Whale Rose, he often had to endure the discomfort of wet clothes as well.

Ach was confident, “Mhm, there’s nothing difficult about this magic, Ach will make it happen soon!”

“Let’s go, we’ll take a walk around Fresh Flower Town, and then head to Black Horse Island. There’s a Black Dragon Childe Paris there with a body problem waiting for me to solve, and you can help provide some reference.”

“I know, brother has told me about Black Dragon Childe Paris, she’s the Patrol Leader of Black Horse Island, who once met a Light Dragon and was eroded by the Light Dragon’s magic power. Ach has been thinking about how to save this Black Dragon Childe, and has many ideas that should be able to help my brother.”

Ach, wearing boots, took several steps to get used to the heels behind the boots—because there were too many muddy streets in the city, the boots all had an inch-long heel.

Standing around the seaside villa were Liszt’s Retainer Knights and personal manservants.

Seeing Liszt go in alone but come out leading a female magician made everyone somewhat puzzled, but no one showed it.

For Liszt, the Son of Glory, this was just standard procedure.

The day Liszt rides out on a dragon, none of them would show the slightest bit of shock, as they had grown too accustomed to regular amazements.

“Bring the carriage over,” Liszt instructed.

The Retainer Knight immediately brought the carriage over, and Liszt personally helped Ach into the carriage, then he himself also got on, riding with Ach around Fresh Flower Town.

They enjoyed the labor of ordinary people in the town and admired the beautiful rural scenery.

Eventually, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Nameless Castle.

Liszt, playing the gentleman, helped Ach down, and with a smile said, “Ach, you have lived in this castle for quite a few days, but this might be the first time you’re seeing its full picture, right?”

“Mhm.”

Ach lifted her head, looking at the two-story small castle, and showed a happy smile.

It was a memory worth cherishing for a lifetime, meeting her closest brother, Liszt, and with his guidance, pushing open the gate to the world of magic. From that moment on, her destiny completely changed; she was no longer a dazed little sea monster in the ocean, but a magician in pursuit of truth.

Then from the apple orchard, a huge black dog came over, rubbed against Liszt, and then looked up at Ach.

Sniffing Ach’s scent incessantly.

“It’s Douson.” Ach recognized the big black dog and wanted to touch Douson’s fur.

Suddenly, a familiar shout came from the castle.

“Wooah!”