"Miss Merinal, where is the dragon egg?"

Dylan looked through the empty and holy room and never saw that key item.

"You have to feel it with your heart." Merina said deliberately and deeply:

"Some things cannot be captured with the naked eye, and they need to use the mind. The mind is a medium for understanding all things, and can be observed with your heart."

Merinal said, pointing at the glass wall.

"Is the dragon egg on the wall? Don't lie to me, we hope the red cardinal of the church." Dylan smiled awkwardly, then remained silent.

"You have the order of 5, so you must have the 'wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain' core. I won't say 'wisdom', as long as you are not an idiot. For 'inspiration', even the lost people who advance to 'hope' sometimes don't understand how obscure existence is."

"Some people have received the right inspiration, they have gained divine power, advanced, promoted, and even received the recognition of gods. Some people have received the wrong guidance and went to the fall." Merinar paced on the smooth floor, stepping on high heels.

"I really don't want to discuss philosophy now. After all, after reading the Dragon Eggs according to the Pope's order, I still have to sort out some of the information in my hand, which can at least help us hope that the church will obtain the benefits we deserve in this war. At least... in the face of absolute power differences, a decent failure can be achieved." Dylan said in a deep voice. He was unwilling to waste his time too much on philosophy.

"I'll discuss one question, that's all. It depends on whether you can see the existence of dragons and dragon eggs. As we all know, dragons were gradually sealed after the arrival of the Second Age. During the Steam Age, they were summoned by the Fire Empire and later completely hidden in the human world. Therefore, in the years of imprisonment, sealing, and even tortured, the wisdom of dragons has been greatly improved."

"They have completely learned the way of humans to survive and live, so they are also called the Dragon Clan. Some Dragon Clans are no different from humans from their appearance. They will use the 'Mad Bear' series, 'Ice Rain' series, and 'Tiger and Wolf' series of firearms, and can make weapons, produce standard armor, and even repair damaged mechanical chariots. They have even devoted themselves to science and developed new bombs similar to the power of the 'Fire of Heaven'."

"Some of them have extremely profound attainments in food. They not only know how to cook 'marching hotpot', 'cultivating meat', but also some dishes like 'tofu made by women with pockmarked faces', 'out-of-gas products cooked by husbands and wives', 'vegetable dishes made of meat to make fish-scented dishes, 'chief made by chefs who make soup in the palace' and other 'fire imperial dishes. This is the ability to hide." Merinal gave a generous explanation with a smile.

"I understand." Dylan nodded:

"Dragons have learned to hide, so their dragon eggs cannot know its existence without careful insight, or without exploring all extraordinary powers such as magic power. It is like a tree..." Dylan said, pointing to a tall birch tree outside the glass window:

"If you think it exists, it must exist here. If you think it does not exist, it must have never appeared. When I don't put my eyes on it, it is actually in a state of superposition of existence and non-existence. In other words, for things I have not seen before, I can only truly understand it by me if I fantasize about its existence as much as possible, right?"

"It seems that I don't have to give more explanations, Dylan. If you understand this, your wisdom does not seem to be as unbearable as it seems." Merinal paced behind Dylan, stared at him with his eyes gradually filled with purple light, and said half-sarcastically.

"Since that's the case..." Dylan said intently staring at the center of the empty room in front of him:

"Although from a materialistic perspective, the existence of some things is a fact, and we cannot shake its existence at all. Just like the battle of the empire's nearly 100,000 troops attacking our three major churches, we are destined to go through very difficult months, and even if the situation is not going well, we can't hold on for half a month. But I still want to follow my heart, just like your emotions to Miss Merinal."

"From the heart, but the situation that stops from identity, status and moral constraints is not suitable for me. What I fantasize about in my heart is actually what you and I expect."

"I pray for the blessing of the Lord of the Dark Night."

Dylan crossed his hands and placed them on his forehead, his eyes began to turn pure black, and he used a low voice like a sound from hell:

"I pray for the blessing of the light of darkness."

“Give me the ability to see.”

"Give me the rank of 8: the guidance of the Lord of Hope."

"Let me see the truth!"

As Dylan formed a spirit, a pure black fog quickly poured out from his hands.

In just a few seconds, he suddenly occupied all the existences in his sight.

The pure black fog mixed with some faint dark purple spots and a little dark energy with a deeper ribbon state lingered around his body and quickly covered the glass that passed through the light.

The holy and bright room suddenly felt a suffocating, black and silly existence.

Immediately afterwards, under the "force" of darkness, countless tiny, faint, and very clean light spots appeared in the center of the room.

They twisted, floating upwards in a spiral state, and then squirmed together, condensing into a pure white ball that did not emit light, as if they could only absorb light.

"Is this the dragon egg? If the S-level confidential information of the Empire I came into contact with is correct, most of the dragon clans are born with the upper magic power of the Light system, and have the relevant skills to control and manipulate flames. According to legend, the little emperor of the Fire Empire's "Sad" tempted a dragon clan boy like this, but unfortunately he did not create a miracle of his race. The real "Dragon Clan Era" has not arrived, which has to be said to be a regret." Dylan stared at the squirming light ball and sighed.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Dylan, I look at you more and more impressed. I admit that the lost people who can achieve the middle grade and above in our church must have hidden some abilities, but what you hide is an extremely terrible existence. This is why yesterday the Pope wanted to improve your level and status." Merinal shouted loudly in the sharp and high-profile tone of a mature woman:

"Middle-grade Simen, [Fraudster] Mr. Dylan, from the moment you step into the 'Silent Stars' castle, you have been appointed as the Purple Cardinal of the Church of Hope. Congratulations, you have officially entered the ranks of the top."

"Will such an appointment be announced now? It's so inappropriate." Dylan smiled slightly, trying his best to suppress the mania and joy in his heart.

After all, most lost people are affected by emotions when they surge in magic power. As a traditional Western-style gentleman, he does not want to lose his composure in front of those he admires.

However, just after his mind was in a daze for a few seconds due to appointment, the pure white ball in front of him became brighter and brighter, like a white dwarf turned into a huge burning celestial body towards the end.

The pure white ball quickly condensed and tore outwards. Finally, under the pulling of the inside and outside, countless pure white rays, like sunlight, emitted outwards.

It actually dispels all the dark colors that make people feel trembling!

Dylan and Melinal, who felt their eyes sting and spirit suddenly became dazed due to the sudden exposure of the light, covered their eyes, which were constantly weeping. After struggling in place for several minutes, they slowly took off their hands, tried to open their eyes as slowly as possible, and re-examine the environment around them that gradually became normal.

At first it was a scene of chaos, and then, as the sunlight continued to pour in, Dylan felt that his surroundings had recovered very slowly.

Some light crawling at high speed like white bugs kept "moving" on the edge of his field of view, and the central field of view, like "snowflakes", continued to "operate" for several minutes. Finally, with the superposition of dryness and pain, Dylan could finally see the scene in front of him clearly.

"Is this the dragon egg? Isn't the real dragon egg in the scroll or in the file? "Dylan curiously stepped on the smooth floor tiles covered with classical patterns and murmured.

"The Pope still remembers you for more than half a month... It should have been a message sent to him by telegram a month ago. You said you smelled the breath of a dragon when you contacted the collaborators of the Socratic Committee. Just as the human traitor from the Socratic Committee sent this, so the Pope has been waiting for your return. By the way..."

Merinal took out a round heraldry double the diameter of her fingernail from the pocket of her pure black women's wolf fur coat, walked quickly to Dylan, put her back to the dragon egg in his palm, and said:

"This is a herald made of the Pope's earth-based magic power, various precious medicinal materials, and even some of the raw materials obtained from our lost compatriots. It is called "Abstinence". You can call it "Abstinence Emblem". It can ensure that your spirit will not collapse most of the time, and when facing the dragon clan, you can consciously offset the "sorrow" they come with."

"'Abstinence Emblem', sorrow?" Dylan asked in confusion, staring at the small herald in his hand.

This small, round heraldic emblem doesn't seem to be much special in Dylan's opinion.

The front is carved with a heart placed on the pile of firewood, and behind it is a street lamp. Moreover, the street lamp is carved with simple drawings, and nothing special is there.

If it is a pattern produced by the game of magic power and materials through various forces, Dylan cannot associate street lights with the word "desire" for a while.

However, the "heart" and flame can correspond to people's traditional impression of the dragon clan, which is cruel, irritable, and control the existence of the flame.

"I have already introduced the specific functions of the heraldry. After all, if we are lucky enough to go to the central area of ​​the highland to contact the gods, you will not fall under the 'confused singing'. As for 'sorrow', you can understand it as a negative emotion that will accumulate inadvertently." Merinal explained.

"Negative emotions seem to be like this." Dylan analyzed.

"Your old friend Luo Mi has a deep obsession with 'shang' and a very deep understanding of 'shang'. When he was communicating with him a few days ago, he said that he had contacted a fake god related to 'Daughter of Mechanism'. The fake god mentioned to him the specific concept of 'shang'."

"Sheng represents pain, hatred, resentment and despair before death. In fact, I think the accurate understanding should be such negative emotions between despair. Most human beings have experienced or are experiencing these emotions in the wasteland world, so human civilization has been continuing, and human technology is also developing continuously. I have a bold guess. If you want to survive 'pain' and touch 'hope', you must truly understand the meaning of 'shen', understand it, and understand it." Merinal said, and gently tapped Dylan's hard chest with his finger.

"If you have time, no, I will go and see Luo Nian tomorrow. In order to become a human, he has endured so much pain, studied "sorrow" and met the false god. I think the harm caused to him by these actions is something he cannot bear. Miss Melinar, I want to make a point that we are alive, and the promotion order is not the only one. We are also intelligent lives, and we also have emotional existences. By the way, Miss Melinar, you have talked to me so much, and you should talk about the real purpose of "seeing" the dragon eggs." Dylan said with a professional smirk.

“Hatch it.”

"What?" Dylan thought he hadn't heard it clearly, so he asked to repeat.

"You heard it right, hatch it." Merinaer took two steps forward, pointing to the center of the floor paved with smooth patterned tiles, and said in the direction of the existence of the dragon egg:

"From the first moment I got the dragon egg, the traitor, the private contacter, taught us how to hatch. After all, only the lost person has the power of magic, and those psychics among humans are disdainful to do something extraordinary."

"In fact, it is not difficult to hatch the dragon egg. I heard that this egg was hatched by its mother for more than a hundred years before it was acquired. We only need to inject the magic power and do some final work. There is only one thing we need to pay attention to."

"What?" Dylan asked.

"Your magic source power type is related to the magic source power type of the dragon clan after the dragon egg hatches, and your emotions and moral standards will be inadvertently hidden in the magic source power. The hatched dragon will also inherit these. The Pope means that your magic source power is sufficient, and you also have some noble emotions similar to humans. He does not want negative emotions to affect manic dragons, they need peace to suppress their rage."

Merinal said, guiding Dylan to look at the three dragon eggs on the base plate.

They all present the white background of bird eggs, covered with brown or black and yellow spots.

They are generally oval, but they can reach Dylan's thigh position on the ground, making them look a bit huge.

In addition, under the influence of the magic power that Dylan had just poured out, the surface of the dragon egg was covered with a layer of black patterns. Looking closely, it was basically a picture of a giant dragon spreading its wings and soaring above the clouds. However, there was a hieroglyphic text that Dylan and Merina could not translate at the lower part of each dragon egg.

"It seems that I completed this in the process of trying to spy on the dragon egg just now. In this way, the dragon now should have a similar personality to me and has the existence of the dark magic power. Perhaps, it will have the dual magic power of darkness and light?"

Just as Dylan analyzed in confusion, the dragon egg in front of him actually made a rupture sound.
Chapter completed!