[Dragon Summoning Flute] is an ancient ritual that has long been lost. In the era when this ritual was popular, the dragon had not yet withdrawn from the material world.
Although the bark of the [Somer's Esoteric Ritual Book] can be used, the text used on it cannot be deciphered at present, so this ritual can only be activated through a few numbered items in the material world.
The function of the ceremony is to imitate the sound of the legendary numbered item [Dragon Summoning Flute] that has been lost in ancient times, and summon the dragon across space for your own use. Of course, including Papa, many people have tried to use this ritual, but most of them have attracted the bones of giant dragons, items related to dragons, or mixed-blood dragon creatures active in certain hidden areas in the material world.
Because of all kinds of unexpected experiences in the past, this time the father foresaw that Jenkins might achieve great success, so that he could actually summon a pure-blooded dragon. At present, the only pure-blooded giant dragon known in the material world is the one that temporarily lives in the cliff cave on the edge of the Evergreen Forest. Therefore, holding the ceremony in the Evergreen Forest can avoid many unnecessary troubles.
Because this matter is a little troublesome to explain, and the father doesn't want others to know that he is testing the affinity between Jenkins and the power of books, so the excuse for the two to go to Evergreen Forest is to practice some rituals that require strict venue restrictions , without informing anyone of their impending dangerous move.
Finding a clearing in the unbuilt forest in the east of the forest, Dad opened the box full of ashes and handed him the piece of bark Jenkins had chosen.
Then he backed away immediately and joined the fawns in the shade of the trees at the edge of the clearing, leaving Jenkins and Chocolate alone in the sun. The weather is fine today, and the warm sun on Chocolate's back makes the cat's fur seem to be glowing.
It stared wide-eyed at the bark in Jenkins' hand. Jenkins didn't want to waste time, cut the skin of his finger with the ritual dagger he carried, and forced a drop of blood to drip onto the page. The text on the page was originally dark red and almost black. , immediately became alive.
There was no vision in front of him, but Jenkins inexplicably understood the names of four and a half rituals recorded on the page. According to the plan discussed with his father, he chose [Dragon Calling Flute].
Afterwards, only the user Jenkins himself could hear the distant sound of the flute from his hand. The sound was extremely light and agile, as if it could touch the strings deep in his heart.
But the spiritual vibration caused by this sound also impacted the space with a strange melody. This made Jenkins turn around and look around, expecting something to suddenly break through the space wall of the material world and rush out.
But after waiting for a while, the sound of the flute almost disappeared, but nothing appeared. So he looked at his father suspiciously, and his father didn't seem to know what was going on, so he gave Jenkins a calm expression.
At this moment, the giant dragon Niederholmer lying in his lair suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward suspiciously, while the cat on Jenkins' shoulder grabbed the man's shoulder with its claws and stood up.
The warm summer wind blows in the forest, making the sea of trees sway like waves, making a neat and satisfying rustling sound...
"What's wrong?"
Jenkins stroked his cat and asked puzzledly. Seeing that nothing happened for a long time, the old man also looked around, and then walked into the open space, wanting to check the bark again.
"ah!"
He had just walked a few steps when Jenkins suddenly yelled, and then almost jumped up while covering the top of his head. The old man was frightened and looked at his feet, thinking that he had stepped on some kind of mechanism that would give Jenkins a headache, but soon he saw Jenkins covering his head with one hand, bent down and picked up the stone on the ground with one hand:
"Who threw a stone at me!"
He said dissatisfiedly, and kept observing the surroundings above his head, but the clearing was blue sky and white clouds. Looking up from the clearing like the bottom of a well, the sun was just warm and the wind was breezy, and the bad guys who littered things could not be seen with the naked eye.
"It's not a rock."
After taking the gray "stone" from Jenkins, the old man looked at it, and his tone was a little more joyful:
"This is a dragon blood stone, how many years have I not seen such a thing?"
"Could it be that this is a stone that can turn ordinary water into dragon's blood when soaked in water?"
While treating himself, Jenkins said that although there was no wound on his head, being hit by a stone was not a joke.
"Of course not. How could there be such a thing in this world? The dragon's blood stone is a precious fossil formed after thousands of years of natural tempering after a pure-blooded dragon was injured. It doesn’t have much power, but when years, time, and legends add power to it, its value is difficult to estimate with numbers. Although it is not a numbered item, it is definitely a treasure, which is very precious.”
The old man pointed the stone at the sun, and Jenkins walked behind him, and actually saw a red blood drop swimming like a tadpole in the center of the stone.
"This is more precious than any pure dragon's blood. Although it's not as good as directly summoning a mixed-blood dragon, the ceremony seems to have had quite an effect."
But in this way, it is still impossible to determine what the so-called "essence" of Jenkins is, so Dad plans to find time recently to do a small inaccurate test for Jenkins. He is now going back to the antique shop with that dragon blood stone. This thing has a strong smell of blood, especially as time goes by.
And Jenkins, on the advice of his father, decided to hand it over to the church for something instead of keeping it in his hands.
But Jenkins doesn't plan to leave here for the time being. He wants to take a walk in the forest to relax his tired mood recently, and then go to the city to meet Queen Isabella, and finally return to his home on Privet Drive. After all, today is his birthday.
"Then I'll go back first... Oh, there's one more thing."
Dad doesn't mind Jenkins staying here, as long as he doesn't run around. But after walking a few steps, he turned and looked at Jenkins:
"Happy birthday."
"Huh? Oh... yes, today is my birthday... didn't you congratulate me this morning?"
"I just want to say, since today is your birthday, don't be too busy doing things, go home early, I think there are still many people waiting for you at home."
The old man smiled and patted Jenkins on the shoulder:
"Your birthday present, I'll send it to your home in the afternoon, I hope you don't think daddy is stingy."
"No, I like everything you give me."
The old man smiled and waved to him, then he held the box containing the ashes and bark in his left hand, and the gray stone in his right hand, and walked away along the path in the forest.
Jenkins was left alone watching his figure disappear with a smile on his face, and then raised his hand to touch the cat on his shoulder, the smile on his face disappeared little by little, and the serious frowning expression appeared on his face again.
He turned around and entered the forest. Even though there was no path under his feet, every step he took, the forest seemed to open up a path for him to move forward. Even when walking through the lush summer forest, no branches or blades of grass dared to block his way, so Jenkins quickly pushed aside the leaves in front of him, and came out of the forest to the lake.
This is not the big lake where the water appropriation ceremony was held a few days ago, but just an ordinary water source in the forest. After crossing the lake, he clumsily hugged the trunk of the biggest tree he saw, and slowly climbed up.
Chocolate couldn't stand Jenkins' clumsy movements, jumped straight up from his shoulders, and rushed up the tall tree crown as if walking on flat ground.
And when Jenkins finally climbed to the top of the canopy, and stood up cautiously, in front of him was a girl with bare feet and silver hair standing on a branch.
With her back to Jenkins, wearing only a clean white robe, she looked at the peaceful evergreen forest from a height with her hands behind her back.
Although she didn't wear shoes, her fair little feet were not stained with any dust. Her white and tender feet were as smooth as the looming calves exposed under the robe, and had a smoother texture than jade under the summer sun.
But Jenkins was not fascinated by the beauty and the beautiful scenery. He told his cat not to jump around in high places, and then stared at the girl's back, looking at the waist-length silver hair.
The silver hair was tied together and hung behind the head, only tied from the end with an ordinary golden hair band, so that the silver hair swayed gently in the breeze.
The girl obviously also heard the sound of climbing the tree just now, but she didn't turn around, she still stood there looking at the forest. From behind the silver hair, Jenkins saw the looming hand behind his back, very dexterous, slender and elegant.
With the breeze blowing, the girl finally turned around with her hands behind her back. She tilted her head and looked at Jenkins with a smile. It's some goofy-looking cat.
"Long time no see, Jenkins."
The silver-haired girl said softly, her voice was as cheerful as a silver bell.
"haven't seen you for a long time… "
Jenkins said the same thing, hesitated and continued to say the name he chose when he climbed the tree just now:
"Lord Anastasia."
The ritual [Dragon Summoning Flute] activated by the piece of bark did not summon the dragon blood stone at all. The dragon summoning flute summoned the friend Jenkins met during his strange adventures in Blacktown, the ancient silver dragon lord Anastasia. .
Compared with when they met countless years ago, the dragon's human form didn't seem to have changed at all. The years did not add wrinkles to this transformed body, nor did it even change the silver dragon's mental state.
She was still so lively and full of energy, as if she could see a soul jumping like flames in her golden eyes.
PS: Someone guessed who it would be in the last chapter, but it's not hard to guess, after all, Jenkins only knows two dragons.
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