Lysatos, who had his mind made up, pretended not to understand and asked, "You want to learn spells?"
Drusillia said: "To be precise, we want the complete magical heritage that can be mastered by Tia for generations. I know this request is a little excessive, but as long as you promise, all the gems within the forest at will, we will never return the price."
"This ... is not a matter of price, I'm afraid. Let me demonstrate." Lysatos flashed with light and turned into an elf form. "I make a set of hand gestures, please look at the two of you and imitate it, as many as you can."
Lysatos index finger twisted and changed, wrist flipped back and forth, the action was done in one go, without any half pause. "Come and try."
Drusillia tried to imitate, the movements were stiff, and the fingers tangled together from time to time. It was hard to complete the first few sets of gestures, and the latter were forgotten. Rather, Rameshirai was better, barely completing half of the twelve sets of gestures.
Looking at the frowning elves, Lysatos smiled: "I'm sorry to say that the two of you are not suitable to become mages."
The princess was anxious: "I can do it, it only takes half an hour of practice."
"That's not the problem. In your opinion, what do you rely on to use spells?"
"Hand gestures? Incantations? Runes?"
"What you say are only external appearances." Lysatos tapped his finger on his forehead, "Thinking, that is the source of spells. Mage is a profession that requires natural talent, memory, imitation, understanding and shaping of abstract things, logical theory of discursive argumentation, these abilities can not be compensated by acquired diligence. Dependence on individual talent determines the difficulty of forming mages on a large scale. Moreover, it costs huge wealth and time to train mages."
Druhiria had difficulty accepting: "You mean that Tia elves cannot master magic?"
"I just stated that elves are not suitable for magic, and I will still sell it to you if you strongly request it, but the result is definitely worse than you can imagine. Mages are best nurtured from a young age, the worldview that is still in its infancy is easy to shape, and with the situation in the Tyrian forest, time is more of a dilemma than money."
The princess bent her back in dismay.
"Don't worry, just because you can't master magic doesn't mean you can't cast spells, there's a broader concept of 'spellcaster' above mage."
Drusillia's spirit shook: "You have other ... knowledge?"
Lysatos spread his hands and said with a smile, "Torch Mage's magic store always satisfies its customers. But before that, Princess Liya, do you know what the Tia elves need?"
"A stronger force."
"If your insight is only on the surface, I would have to express my regret. The essence, penetrate the complicated appearance of things, and grasp the essence of change. Otherwise, even if the merchandise is sold to you, the result will be nothing more than a more magnificent death, and you will not be able to save Thea." Lysatos spoke no longer subtle, directly pointing out Drusilla's intentions.
Rameshirai jacked in and said, "Is it ... aphrodisiac?"
Lesatos and Drusillia together turned their heads to stare at him incredulously, unable to imagine how the ranger jumped from a serious topic to the lair of lust.
Ramesile said sardonically, "I meant ... population. In terms of population numbers, we and humans ... well, it doesn't add up."
Lysatos said to him solemnly, "If you have a hard time, go to Vladimir, he has a full range of drugs." If the ranger really went to the magic eye, it is difficult to say what medicine Vlamil, who misunderstood the base and got a fat beating, would give Rameshirai.
The scene was quiet for a moment, and Drusilla's brow was sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched.
Lysatos interrupted her contemplation, "I can tell you the answer, but it is not I who will lead the elven revival in the future, comprehension is more profound than the gift of others. Take a walk on my territory, just as an after-dinner snack, maybe some inspiration."
The two elves agreed, smothering thoughts would be fruitless anyway. The three left the restaurant and went out onto the plains of the demiplane, where Lysatos used [Tansen Floating Saucer Technique] to summon a slightly concave force field disc for the elf to sit on. He held the floating disk and flew towards the mine.
Drusillia could see that Lysatos had a destination in mind, and she was curious to observe the dragon's territory, square-shaped farmland, well-defined hills and plains, even the rivers were straight, like a planned map, not quite natural.
Lysatos landed at the outskirts of the mine, and he said, "My territory has few inhabitants, but there is a tribe of half earth elemental dwarves living in the mine, let's take a look there."
"Dwarves?" Drusillia and Ramesilai were surprised.
"Not the same thing as Saraph's dwarves, both physically and psychologically, very different, two races altogether."
Lysatos stepped forward and was greeted by the head of the mine, the demon statue with intelligence, Bayou. Golden Dragon alert to the alert line. Last time on the topic of constipation he remembered deeply, must not be spit out in front of Drusilla, otherwise the image of the worldly sage that has been maintained is all ruined.
"Master, the dwarves ..."
"En, I know, I'll just take the guests on a tour, you go down."
"But ..."
"Shut up."
Bayou was stifled to fling his arms, he actually wanted to say that the situation inside is not suitable for meeting guests, but Lysatos led the elves directly towards the residential area outside the mine.
Before he even got close, he heard strange songs and loud noises. Turning around the foot of the hill, Lysatos saw the inside and his eyes instantly rounded.
In the miner's usual sunbathing clearing, a dwarf held a smooth piece of wood that had been sizzled and varnished in each hand, spitting at a circle of listeners.
"Hey ~~, bamboo board so a hit ah, other we do not boast, boast just dug a big lump, that gem is quite big, it thin skin and large filling 18 pleats, that can not be iron ..."
On the left, there is an indistinguishable dwarf, touched with mineral pigment blush, and monkey buttocks. Carrot-like fingers curled into an orchid shape, swinging in the ear, babbling and singing in a shrill voice: "The sky is clear in March ~~ you put a shovel against ..."
On the right, more than ten dwarves are dancing collectively, only they are surrounded by white turbans of crop farmers, carrying red drums and red ribbons hanging from the drum hammers in both hands. A bunch of dwarves were leaping in stride, jumping from time to time, and shouting "hey, hey, ooh, ooh" in their mouths.
One word to describe the scene in front of us - a group of demons dancing around.
Lysatos felt like his whole face was twitching. His face expressionless, vacant eyes ahead, coldly said: "What is this?"
Bayou twisted up shyly, "En ... Dwarf's ... artistic affection."
"Flamir?"
"Yes."
Lysatos gritted his teeth and vowed to go back and beat the magic eye into a triangle. "Tell them to stop immediately, right now!" It was really a shame to lose the dragon.
The demons and monsters were reset under Bayou's dispatch. Lysatos made a gesture of invitation and let Drusillia in.
The princess didn't understand Lysatos' intentions, but knew these dwarves should have the answer. She and Ramesile walked up and looked closely at the dwarves. They were very different from the dwarves of the Emberhammer tribe or other tribes that Tia had come in contact with. Although they had the same thick stump build and big beards, the skin seemed to be rocky or gray and cracks could be seen. The eyes showed the same reflective luminosity as crystal, and the short hair was like a stone spike, and from a distance, one would think it was a carved stone statue. The half-Earth elemental dwarves wore hard-wearing coarse clothing and had dozens of raw unpolished ore stones hanging from their bodies, strung on strings.
Drusillia found a leader and explained that she was a guest of the Torch Mage and had come here to visit. The dwarf immediately warmed up while unabashedly staring with greedy eyes at the elf's gem pendants.
"What do you live on?"
"Stones, lots and lots of stones. There are iron ore, gold ore, crystal ore, and gemstone ore, which are dug out and exchanged with golden dragons for grain and ale." The dwarf's voice also sounded like two stone slabs rubbing together, low and hoarse.
"Didn't keep some for yourself?"
"How not to keep, come just for the ore. Although the dragon was greedy and turned most of it in, what little was left was ours."
"How will you leave?"
"Leave? Why leave when there's so much ore?" The dwarf looked at the princess with a you're crazy look.
Druhilya asked further, and these dwarves willingly came here, dug mines for the rest of their lives, and then lay in the ore pile until they died, and then the dead man's ore went to the golden dragon. Druhilya was surprised, she did not understand why they choose to live as prisoners, to die with nothing.
"You are equal to a lifetime of white work for torch mages, how unworthy."
"White work? That's because you don't understand dwarves. I know what you came to ask, I can tell you, dwarves digging is not because of hobby, at least not all, we have faith in support. A shovel is an arm, a vein is a home, we dedicate our lives to freeing lovely gems from the rock, and when we die, our souls blend into the vein and become the most beautiful ore waiting to be liberated by other dwarves. Mining is what we believe in, and as long as a half-Earth elemental dwarf has a shovel, he will never be lonely."
Drusillia was silent for a moment. "Thanks." She walked towards Lysatos.
"I think I know your answer."
Lysatos nodded, pleased with the princess' acumen. "What is it?"
"Faith, right? Magic can arm the flesh, but it can't fill the emptiness of the spirit. Tia needs a new faith to fight against the Lord of Rituals and the humans. Are you going to introduce me to a new god?"
"No." Lysatos' face was serious, "Gods are not the only ones worthy of reverence."
"The new spiritual teacher of the Tyrian Forest is called the Druid."