Chapter 93: Dragon Blood(1)

While reading the book, Desmond, who was about to take a drink, stopped when a voice calling out his name.

"Please wait, young master, can I?"

Desmond raised his head and saw Laura, who was still standing beside him. When Laura notices Desmond's gaze, she smiled at him, making Desmond frown.

"What's the matter? "

Laura did not answer her young master's question, but she took the glass Desmond wanted to take and then brought the glass closer to Desmond's lips.

"..." Desmond * cough * Desmond added, "It's okay Laura, I can do it myself." Desmond took the glass from Laura's hand and took a sip of his drink.

"Excuse me, young master," Meanwhile, Laura, who saw this, left dejected.

Just as Laura was leaving, Desmond glanced at her and saw her expression. What's wrong with her? That can't be, right? Thought Desmond, and then he continued his activities.

…

After a few minutes, from a distance, a maid appeared to approach Desmond. The maid's expression looked exhausted, and also, it seems she was in a hurry.

* thud * * thud *

The sound of her footsteps was deafening; when she arrived in front of Desmond, she saw a book covering Desmond's face; the maid hesitated between having to disturb Desmond's sleep or convey news about the material.

After thinking for a few minutes, the maid seemed to have come up with an idea. She brought her face close to Desmond's ear and whispered, " Young master, I'm sorry to interrupt, but the materials you ordered are ready," the maid said in one breath, leaving her breathless afterward.

Meanwhile, Desmond, who was enjoying the morning sun shining on his body, was re-watching the battle video.

But just as the next video was about to play, suddenly he heard a voice from his ear. This made the hairs of his neck stand, and he jumped away from his seat.

* whoosh *

At the same time, Desmond inadvertently chanted a spell, creating hands and create another layer of ground. He also took out the wooden sword that was at his waist.

A hand that formed from the ground suddenly appeared and grabbed onto the neck of the maid; there was also a wooden sword floating in the air, ready to stab the maid's eye.

Meanwhile, the maid, who only intended to wake Desmond, was shocked when she saw this. From her gaze, she saw that her young master was ready to kill her at any moment, not to mention the murderous intent, and Desmond's cold gleam made her tremble.

"Um… young… " The maid tried to call Desmond, but her voice became unclear due to the fear she was feeling now. However, when she spoke, she saw a change in Desmond's expression.

"Ah!" Desmond, who was on high ground, snapped. He saw again that the person in front of him was the maid of his family. "I'm sorry," after that, the hand that was holding the maid's neck turned back to the ground, while the ground that Desmond was tapping slowly degraded and returned to its original state.

Desmond also drew his wooden sword and put it on his waist. Just at that moment, the maid lost control of her body.

* swoosh *

Like the wind, Desmond's movements were extremely agile. Now he was holding the maid's waist using his left hand while an earthen hand was formed, supporting the maid's shoulder.

"Sorry before." Desmond, who was currently close to the maid, spoke directly and looked into her eyes.

Meanwhile, the maid was still dumbfounded by this incident. The incident was so fast that it took her brain a little while to process all of this; after she realized that, her cheeks were turning red, and her red lips opened, "No…pro..blem, young master."

After that, the maid immediately ran away from Desmond while lowering her head.

Desmond, who saw this, only adjusted his clothes and shook his head, but just as he wanted to sit on the chair, he looked in the direction where the maid was running.

"Wait a minute, what information do you want to convey?" Desmond shouted from afar, causing the maid's steps to stop.

Desmond saw the maid approaching while lowering her head, "It's about the materials that young master ordered me to buy," If it weren't for Desmond being close to his maid, he probably wouldn't have heard her voice.

"Oh, put that in the usual place."

After that, Desmond finished his drink and folded his book, and then left the backyard. His mind was now focused on carrying out the experiment.

"Yes, young master," Meanwhile, just as Desmond left, the previous incident appeared again in the maid's memory, making her heart skip a beat.

…

After leaving the backyard, Desmond returned to his room. When he in the room, he immediately put his book on the table and began his meditation on the bed.

"Huff." He exhales his breath so much that it caused his leg hair to blow; simultaneously, a transparent screen appeared in his mind.

Play all of that.

The battle video started playing. He also meditating and then the time passed.

…

Night fell; Desmond was still in the same position before he had heard a few knocking sounds on his door, but because he was meditating, his maids could not enter without permission.

Even though it is like that, all the maids know that if Desmond doesn't answer, then he is busy at that moment; they already know Desmond's behavior from years to years; therefore, none of them panic.

At Desmond's situation, he opened his eyes and saw that the moonlight was already shining brightly in the sky, bringing all the night creatures back to their activity.

"This time, at least I feel a little improvement from my movement."Desmond can be said to be extraordinary; he only learned from his father the basic swordsmanship while from his mother the basic spells; if not accompanied by hard work, maybe Desmond will never reach this point without guidance.

"Time to go." Desmond got up from his bed, and as usual, he chanted his custom spell and disappeared in the moonlight.

…

In the backyard.

It seemed that Desmond had just arrived here, and he had already seen many new bags neatly arranged around him.

"10 ... 20 ... 100." After confirming that the number of blood bags was the same, Desmond moved all of them aside using the wizard's innate spell.

A big hand formed from the ground and start sweeping the bags aside.

* rumble * * rumble *

After a few minutes, the neatly arranged bags of blood were right behind him.

"Now, let's check the other material conditions." Desmond chanted a spell, and fire shot out of his hand, melting the ice covering the hole in front of him.

* swoosh * * swoosh *

This time the flames did not spread like before, and the process went so smoothly that even only a small amount of steam from the melt was formed.

* Elf, Demon, Blood, acquired. But to obtaining pure blood from dragons isn't easy; if the system could do that, wouldn't it already be said to be extraordinary in this era?"

After that, Desmond chanted an incantation, the hole that had been the place to put all the ingredients for the ritual to reach Dragon Class suddenly grew higher and leveled with the other ground.

Just as the materials were brought to the surface, the slave Desmond kept also regained consciousness; she looked around and found herself in a strange place, unconsciously shouting, " aaaaaaaaaaah-"

* crack *

Desmond, who saw this, almost forgot about the state of the elf. Fortunately, his reaction was quick and immediately silenced the elf. " Lucky, that elf's position is close to the other blood bags ... "

Desmond wiped the sweat on his forehead, he looked at the amount of material used later. "Holy shit, how can I bring in all these ingredients, and at the same time, I also have to avoid the fireball that is inside."

Because his mind is too focused on gathering materials, he is not aware of this trivial matter. "There is one way, but this method will definitely take a very long time if only I could just become a 3rd class wizard and master the spells of time and space manipulation...

Desmond circled back and forth while thinking of another way to get the materials underground.

After a few minutes, he still finds no way and is forced to resort to traditional methods.

"Elemental Manipulation: A Hundred Hands"

As the name suggests, as many as 100 hands emerged from the ground and gripped each pouch of blood.

"Huff, this spell is very troublesome ..." Although Desmond's energy capacity is very much to control the hand, besides requiring energy, it also drains concentration. This time Desmond's mind was divided into 100.

"Oh god, please help me ..." Desmond slowly started to control the 100 hands to walk behind him.

Desmond slowly advanced, and with 100 hands behind him, as soon as Desmond opened the door to the dungeon, he turned his head back.

"Huff looks like I can still survive." After that, Desmond immediately opened the door and entered.

* thump *

But upon entering, he heard that there was an object falling.

"Shit, I hope not all ..." slowly Desmond turned around and saw only ...