Dragon Who Controls Time

With garen's current body size.

No matter where he appeared, he would naturally cause a huge commotion. Almost all the creatures 'eyes would be focused on him, and they would be shocked by this soul-stirring Dragon.

After arriving at the city of origin, garen wanted to keep a low profile.

Therefore, he shrunk his body and turned himself into a Silver Dragon Whelp.

The six-horned young dragon looked adorable but also had an unusual sense of dignity. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary young dragon at first glance.

Towards a young dragon, the Arcanists would at most give it a second look, then turn their attention to ioram, who was beside garen. They saluted him to show their respect.

At this moment.

Ioram was walking on the streets of the city of origin, while garen flapped his short wings and rode alongside him. He looked left and right, sizing up ioram's floating city.

He found that the number of magic items here was unbelievable.

Almost 90% of the things he saw were magic tools.

Even the small taverns opened by the Arcanists on the street, the glasses filled with fine wine were all magical instruments. Through the door, garen saw an Arcanist finish the wine in one gulp, and then the translucent glass was automatically filled again.

There were even magic runes carved on the bricks on the ground, which emitted a faint elemental light! It had the magical effects of firmness, dust removal, and anti-corrosion.

He walked on the streets of the floating city and looked at the surrounding environment.

Garen could feel the prosperity that belonged to Netheril.

He could see the proud smiles on the Arcanists 'faces. Because of the prosperity of the country, most of the Arcanists here were smiling, and it was rare to see them looking sad.

"Let's go in and have a few drinks?"

Ioram noticed garen's line of sight. The Grand Arcanist's eyes moved slightly as he stopped beside the tavern and said.

The little silver Dragon Whelp next to him flapped its wings a few times and looked at the sumptuous food in the tavern."Sure, I haven't tried human food for a long time."

Garen had always been more focused on eating.

He did not have many interests, and food was one of them.

However, since he no longer needed to eat, and he was busy with the war with the elves in the main timeline, he had almost forgotten the taste of food that had been cooked with a calm mind.

Immediately, garen and éolme walked into the tavern unhurriedly.

The moment the two of them stepped through the magic door that automatically opened and closed, they were immediately met with many enthusiastic gazes.

He was mainly looking at ioram, and his gaze only swept past garen.

"City Lord, it's an honor to meet you."

The Arcanists, who were usually elegant, were like ordinary people who had seen their idol and said excitedly.

As the castellan of first city, ioram rarely left his Wizard Tower. Most of his time was spent on spell research. First city was huge, and when he occasionally left the wizard Tower, there were very few Arcanists who could meet this Castellan.

Facing the group of excited Arcanists, éolmolen smiled and nodded slightly.

"Children, you are Nethery's future."

"Don't pay too much attention to an old man like me. Go do your own things."

Ioram's words seemed to have a magical power. As he spoke, the excited Arcanists around him naturally calmed down and no longer gathered together. They made way for garen and ioram.

After that, éolme and garen found an inconspicuous corner and sat down.

At the same time, he cast a spell that could reduce his presence. The other people in the tavern seemed to have forgotten about his existence.

Other than garen, none of the Arcanists present realized that they had been hit by the spell that this demigod Grand Arcanist had cast.

Garen's two little Dragon claws were placed on the table. His hind legs were unable to touch the ground, and they swayed left and right with his tail.

Immediately, under garen's gaze, ioram tapped on the table.

Magic patterns appeared and interwove to form the patterns of the dishes.

"Take a look. Touch the pattern if you want to eat something."

"Everything here is free of charge."

Ioram said to garen.

Thanks to magic, the floating city had an unreasonable productivity through magic. It did not even need labor workers at the bottom. If it lacked anything, Arcanists would develop the corresponding spells and magic tools, and then there would be an endless supply.

For example, the water resources of this city floating in the sky were directly drawn from the water elemental Plane, and there was no end to it.

The rest were similar.

Garen's face was filled with surprise as he realized that the magic of the floating city had already been integrated into their daily lives. The threshold of magic was very high, and magic items had always been more precious, so it was not an easy thing to popularize it.

He stretched out his Dragon Claw and pointed at them one by one, not missing a single one.

Even though his body size was unremarkable, if he were to eat, he could even slowly eat up a mountain.

At the same time, garen shifted his gaze and looked around his surroundings.

There was a broom swinging on the ground, cleaning the floor.

There was a melodious song in the tavern that came from somewhere, and the beautiful melody of the song echoed.

Arcanists of different levels gathered in groups of two or three.

They enjoyed fine wine and delicious food, and at the same time, they had a pleasant communication with spells.