This is a fantasy world where angels and demons dance together, elves and dwarves play mahjong, and every imperial royal family member has a dragon.
In the Campbell black market, there is an ...
Jupiter visibly weakened, his face turned pale, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he began to breathe heavily.
Li Aili handed the pale blue alchemical potion to Jupiter.
"Drink it."
Having experienced becoming a woman and then a sheep, Jupiter had matured.
At least, he maintained a cautious approach to the unknown potion from his teacher, asking, "Excuse me, what kind of potion is this that turned me into this strange thing?"
Leongor: "..." His gaze toward Li Aili became strange.
Li Aili maintained her 'smile', "It's just a potion to restore your magic power. If you want any additional effects, just tell me and I'll add them for you."
Jupiter downed the 'energy potion' in one gulp.
Almost the instant the potion was swallowed, his magic power was fully restored!
He stared incredulously at the empty bottle in his hand.
"What is this?! It's amazing!"
Li Aili nodded to Leongor, "No problem, we'll refine it this way."
"Give the recipe to the elves of the alchemy workshop."
At this moment, a large group of exhausted magicians had no idea what they would experience in the next few days.
Li Ai Li handed the matter over to Leongor and immediately got into the carriage to go outside the city to find Arthur.
Arthur is in charge of overseeing the replanting of the giant plants.
Fortunately, Emerald City has always stockpiled the growth potion as a strategic resource.
Otherwise, the alchemists would be exhausted to death before the mages.
The carriage was parked, and farming was in full swing outside the city.
Li Aili got off the carriage and went straight to Arthur's side. "Jupiter has brought a large group of mages."
"I've come up with a solution. The defensive towers don't necessarily have to be operated by mages. We can have knights operate the defensive towers, and the mages can just provide the energy the defensive towers need."
Arthur put away the parchment scroll drawn by his fiancée.
Honestly, his 'divine painting skills' are so amazing that only he can understand them in the whole city.
Arthur put his arm around Ellie's shoulder. "Don't be afraid, we'll make it in time."
"The Dragon Society..." Arthur chuckled sarcastically.
...
Red Quinoa Castle.
Duke Gray Mordo Griffin, his face grim, looked at the noisy members of the 'Dragon Society'.
"Ha! Why should you get an extra ten percent of the spoils?"
"Heh! Maybe it's because I sent out 10 more dragons than you?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Ten white dragons are as good as my black dragon?!"
Gray slammed his fist on the table with a loud "bang".
"Don't go too far."
One of them sneered, "Then if you're so capable, go fight him yourself. Aren't you still afraid of that Arthur guy?"
Gray: "..."