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Upon hearing Lin Bei's words, Smaug suddenly had a bad feeling, and his huge dragon eyes stared at Lin Bei warily.

"Fortunately, the mirror space was activated, otherwise the commotion would have been quite significant."

Perhaps I'll become Sauron's substitute.

Lin Bei muttered to himself.

Behind him, however, lens after lens appeared, as if something was trying to squeeze in.

Lin Bei's dimensional space was squeezed into the mirror space.

The rolling clouds and mist kept churning.

Through the churning clouds, Smaug seemed to see another world, vast and boundless, filled with nothingness.

Only two suns, one black and one pale blue, floated in the sky, emitting an eerie light.

Bringing light to the world behind the clouds.

Just as I was wondering, a huge pulling force suddenly came from the clouds.

Smaug's eyes were filled with terror, and his body struggled desperately, but it was all in vain. He only managed to scratch a few deep marks on the ground before being sucked in.

When I could finally see my surroundings clearly, I found myself floating in mid-air, with nothing above me and nothing below me.

Lin Bei's figure suddenly appeared above Smaug's head.

The Hydra mark began to spread across Smaug's forehead, and in the blink of an eye, the Hydra mark was complete.

The instant the marking is completed.

Smaug's eyes were glazed over, and a vast universe appeared in his mind, in which a giant human sat cross-legged, surrounded by countless star clusters.

This face was surprisingly familiar.

Coming to his senses again, Smaug stared with his scarlet vertical pupils and said in a deep voice, "My lord!"

Smaug didn't know why he addressed Lin Bei that way, but he felt no resentment or disgust at Lin Bei standing above him; instead, he felt a strange sense of honor.

Lin Bei was very satisfied with the brainwashing.

Smaug disappeared in dimensional space and reappeared in mirror space.

Lin Bei casually deactivated the mirror space.

Back in the reality of the Serlein Hall.

All traces of the previous battle seemed like a dream, leaving only the scattered treasure before them.

A magical aura unique to Kamar-Taj shone between Lin Bei's hands.

The crimson magical aura, like a hurricane, began to sweep through the Halls of Seraiin.

It gathered all the scattered gold and gems on the ground together, like a tornado.

As Lin Bei drew them in, the treasures began to disappear into the dimensional gate in front of him.

In just a few breaths.

Not even a speck of dust remained in the Hall of Seraiin.

Faced with Smaug's surprised gaze, Lin Bei casually explained, "The Wind of Vatum and the Gate of Dimensions."

"And don't look at me like that. I'm just temporarily putting away those treasures for you." Lin Bei's tone was like that of a parent confiscating a child's New Year's money.

By this time, Smaug had been brainwashed, although he still harbored a deep-seated greed for treasure.

But it's different that Lin Bei was the one who took the treasure.

Smaug, unusually obsequious, said, "If my lord desires more treasure, there is still plenty in the furnace chamber."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei said, "I almost forgot, you've been occupying this place for quite a while now, you're very familiar with it."

"Don't limit yourself to treasures. Broaden your horizons. For example, I want all the equipment made by dwarves and all kinds of materials used for forging."

Empty this place out of the way!

“As you wish, my lord!” Smaug slowly crawled deeper into the room, asking, “My lord, shall we go to the furnace chamber first?”

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Test Dragon Rider Class

They managed to gather firewood outside and start a small fire.

Bard and Gandalf sat around the fire,

Suddenly, Bard spoke up: "Did you hear anything?"

Gandalf, who was puffing on his pipe and pondering how to destroy Sauron, looked up and listened for a moment. "What?"

"Sorry, I'm getting old and my hearing isn't as good as it used to be."

"What did you ask me just now?"

Bud looked at Gandalf, who did indeed look like a man in his nineties.

But then there's the old man in front of me.

When I was a child, I heard bards recount his deeds, whether it was helping a country resolve a conflict or helping travelers. The image that appeared in the bards' mouths was just like what I see now.

He had a long, white beard that reached his chest, and wore a dusty, somewhat worn-out gray robe.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes...

Bud actually believed what this old geezer said.

Who has ever seen an old man who has lived for hundreds of years still able to ride a horse with incredible speed and keep up with a young man like me, crossing mountains and valleys, to get here?

Bard preferred to believe he was dead of old age and that Gandalf would still look the same, rather than believe that his hearing was failing.

Seeing Bard's expression, Gandalf listened intently for a moment, "It seems there really is some movement."

Bard picked up the black bow beside him with a serious expression. "It sounds like the sound of a large animal crawling."

The commotion grew louder and louder.

It was accompanied by heavy breathing.

These two people couldn't sit still any longer.

Gandalf leaned on his staff with an air of nonchalance, his eyes scanning his surroundings.

Bard looked up warily at his surroundings.

The crawling sounds became much more urgent.

A dark figure suddenly darted out from the gate of Mount Erebo.

Bard stared blankly at Gandalf's back.

Gandalf asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Bard said blankly, "Trust me, don't turn around yet."

Gandalf also felt the heavy, hot breath coming from behind him.

Gandalf slowly turned around, his staff creaking slightly as he gripped it tightly.

Suddenly turning around, Gandalf immediately saw what was behind him.

It is a huge dragon head with a golden vertical line in the center of its scarlet eyes.

Gandalf's heart skipped a beat.

There are only four ways people react to this kind of fright: one is to faint from fright, another is to be so frightened that their legs go weak, another is to turn around and run away, and the last is to grab whatever is in their hand and throw it. Of course, if they are unarmed, they will just punch or slap them.

Gandalf clearly belonged to the last category, and at the same time, he was somewhat prepared.

"call!"

The staff in his hand emitted a heavy whistling sound.

He smashed the stick right into Smaug's big nose.

"Ow~"

Smaug suddenly straightened his neck.

Lin Bei, in hindsight, remarked, "You scared me, now you're reaping what you sowed!"

Upon hearing Lin Bei's voice, Bard and Gandalf were visibly taken aback.

The sound was clearly coming from above Smaug's head.

"Is that you, Lin?" Bard asked tentatively.

Lin Bei stepped on it, and Smaug slowly lowered his head to the ground.

"It's me!" Lin Bei said, jumping to the ground.

Bard pointed at Smaug in disbelief and said, "Lin~ Don't tell me you've subdued Smaug?!"

Lin Bei shrugged and said, "Isn't this obvious?"

Bud, sometimes you have to trust your eyes!

He casually patted the huge dragon head next to him.

Bard looked at Smaug with a strange expression, who seemed to enjoy being patted on the head and even felt honored.

"How about it, interested in experiencing what it's like to be a dragon knight?"

"Maybe we can still make it in time for dinner!"

Upon hearing Lin Bei's words, Bard nodded quickly. As a Westerner, what little boy wouldn't fantasize about taming a dragon and becoming a dragon knight after hearing a story about a dragon?

"I'm willing! What do you want me to do?" Bard asked impatiently, at a loss for what to do.

Understanding Lin Bei's thoughts, Smaug thoughtfully spread out one of his dragon wings, extending it like a boarding platform.

Lin Bei leaped back onto Smaug's head. "Get on! But hold on tight when you take off!"

Bard nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, I won't fall."

As he spoke, he stepped onto Smaug's dragon wings. These wings looked thin, but they were actually very tough and could not be cut by ordinary force.