The hatching room was very silent. Enya's eggshell was floating as peaceful and warm as ever. However, Gao Wen just stared at the golden dome quietly. It was not until half a minute later that he spoke to break the silence: "To be honest, it's still time for us to call Melita and Noreta back now..."

"No, I can handle everything," Enya's voice immediately rang out, with a firm tone. "Hatching dragon eggs is not a complicated matter, especially since there is an automatic system in this room, I don't need to do anything, and caring for young dragons is actually very simple. They are far easier to survive and grow than human babies..."

"But you said just now that you have no practical experience," Gao Wen looked at the "goddess" with a strange expression, and he had the illusion of knowing the other party on the first day, "Your theoretical knowledge is really enough?"

"Believe me, the situation of Melita and Noreta will only be worse than mine - they are not even reliable in theoretical knowledge," Enya's voice finally gained further confidence, and the reasons given were much more reliable. "As the younger generation of dragons, they have no experience of ancient dragons at all. All knowledge about caring for young dragons should be taught by Andal or Hragor. I have witnessed the history of the dragon for at least one million years with my own eyes... Although I have only devoted little energy to "caring for young dragons", I have accumulated more than those two girls."

"Okay, since you are so confident," Gao Wen shook his lips and realized that the "goddess" was actually quite good at face value. "Then I'll leave this to you - if you need anything, just mention it. If you can, I'll try to help."

The light flowing on Enya's eggshell gradually calmed down, and she whispered with a smile: "Thank you very much."

Gao Wen nodded and said nothing, but turned his eyes to the ordinary dragon egg that was smaller than Enya not far away. This little miracle of life was standing quietly, bathed in artificial lights... As a hope, a healthy individual in the future, he is still ignorant of the future he is about to face.

The young dragons hatched and cared for by the former dragon god... Destiny is really a wonderful thing. In any case, this little guy's start is already "extraordinary".

...

Deep in the fortress, in the courtyard of the shadow world, the round metal ball finally completed the commissioning of the last set of parts. He floated up and circled around the large nerve connector for two weeks before turning to the two huge figures not far away, looking straight at the two huge figures here - they were white giant deer shrouded in holy and brilliance, and mysterious lady covered in magic clouds and mist, with figures like towers.

In terms of size, General Nicholas Egg was as small as a small stone in front of these two figures. However, at this moment, these two huge and extremely powerful figures stared at the small iron ball in front of them with some respect and completed their dazzling operations, and they didn't even dare to breathe. Until the nerve connector next to them suddenly started, the tower-like lady finally breathed out - her breath rolled up a small magic vortex in nothingness, and a slightly hoarse magnetic voice came from the vortex: "Has the great craftsman been repaired?"

"It's repaired - it's really a bit more effort than I thought," said Mr. Nicholas Egg, sighing very humanely. "You should be a little more friendly to these machines, and machines also have 'souls'. These poor parts... Ms. Enya's nerve connectors are much better than their situation."

"Don't worry, we will pay attention," Julu Amoen's voice immediately rang out, a low and pleasant feeling with a very sincere feeling, "mainly Milmina, she was too addicted to the Internet to collect those messy entertainment fragments, like I was paying more attention, at least..."

"Your burns the most severely, and your nerves are burning," Nicholas Egg shook his body before he could finish his words. "The login records left in the device will not lie."

Amoen instantly calmed down, while Milmina turned her head slightly and looked at the God of Nature with her eyes hidden behind the veil-like mist.

"The rest is your business, I have to float first," Nicholas seemed to not feel the instant subtle atmosphere between the two former gods. After completing the work, he said goodbye and left. "If you encounter any situation, just contact Naretiel directly. If the network is completely interrupted, you don't have to worry. The technicians will immediately discover and send someone - of course, I hope that there will be no more situations..."

The great craftsman left, and the courtyard shrouded in the chaotic darkness became quiet for a short time. After a few seconds of awkward confrontation, Milmina finally spoke out: "What else do you want to say now?"

Amoen instantly activated his own set of nerve connection devices, and the light flowing on his body was connected to the rune ring around the base of the device within a second: "I'll go to the network to check the situation and check if the device has been really repaired..."

The next second, the consciousness of the former God of Nature sank deep into the Internet. Milmina looked at all this in a daze, and after a long time, she couldn't help but chuckled: "You are quite skilled in using it now."

There is a WeChat official account [Viewing the Text Base], where you can receive red envelopes and coin orders, first come first served!

...

Light and shadow replacement, consciousness reorganization, and after the familiar and long-lost (twenty-four-hour) "connection" process, Amoen's eyes were no longer the dark and gloomy disobedient courtyard, but the sunny and vibrant neural network world. He transformed into an old elf druid, unable to help but close his eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying a moment of relaxation in this illusory realm.

Two seconds later, he opened his eyes and smiled from the bottom of his heart on his face. Then he looked around again - this was just a habitual action. Of course, he would not see Milmina. Although the two of them were very close in the real world, in this illusory space, the distance between them may have spanned the entire city.

With a smile, Amoen shook his head, and then he skillfully activated a translucent floating window in the air. After a simple thought operation, his figure had left the street and in a flash he arrived at a square surrounded by stone pillars, surrounded by golden oak trees, and the ground was covered with golden leaves.

This is a function of free teleportation within the scope allowed by the Dream City. Now he is able to master it. But it is not the Milmina who is always mysteriously hidden in the mysterious way, but the instructor Miss Patty - the mortal girl named Patty is much friendlier than the "magic goddess" with a strange temper.

Amoen had some irrelevant thoughts in his mind, and had found his goal according to the guide function provided by the "Contact Guide". He walked towards a bench on the edge of the square, where a figure of a golden vent was sitting quietly - she had a very beautiful appearance and a unique and elegant temperament, wearing a dress that no one had seen in the human world, her waterfall-like blonde hair drooped to the ground, flowing with the same golden leaves. In the breeze surrounding the golden oak, this figure seemed to be isolated from the world, quietly enjoying the peace and peace at this moment.

Amoen walked quickly towards the figure, with a happy smile on his face: "Ms. Enya, play cards..."

The blonde figure was exactly the image of Dragon God Enya in the neural network. After so long, Amoen had already learned that the real identity of Ms. "Tea Egg" who replied to her message was actually Tallond's "gods" and the oldest refugee of civilization in the world. After the initial shock, doubt and caution, three retired gods, including Milmina, established communication in this spiritual world built by mortals, and gradually became familiar with each other.

When knowing the other party's true identity, Amoen certainly would not choose to use a strange name like "Tea Egg" to call the ancient guardian in front of him who made the gods feel respectful. On the one hand, this is out of respect, and on the other hand... because in this way, the other party will not continue to call himself by the name "Highway Deer".

"Amoen," Enya, who seemed to be thinking, woke up in shock. She looked up and saw the visitor, nodded slightly and greeted her, and then shook her head again, "Sorry, I won't play cards today."

"Don't play cards anymore? Because Milmina didn't come?" Amoen was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, "It's okay, I'll call Duvalter over, anyway, he's still idle most of the time..."

"No, today's 'Gods Card Game' will be suspended for one day. I'm busy with some things," Enya interrupted Amoen and said with a serious expression, "It's very important."

Only then did Amoen notice that a subtle and blurred translucent spark was jumping in the air in front of the former dragon god. This was a sign that a certain query window was opened. Due to the limitations of the privacy system, an Internet user could not directly observe the window opened by other users without authorization, which further made Amoen curious: "Are you looking for something?"

"Check some information," Enya nodded, and turned on the authorization of the query interface, so the translucent blurred sparks immediately became clear in front of Amoen. "But I found that the information here is not complete - the database in the neural network obviously has a long way to go before perfecting."

Amoen didn't care what the other party said in the last sentence. His attention was already attracted by the key words that popped up on the interface. The first thing that caught his eye was a huge line of letters: the psychological preparation necessary for first time caring for children, author - Pittman.

Amoen: “…?”

He was stunned for a long time before finally reacting: "Why are you looking for these things? Do you need to take care of... the child?"

When he talked about the last few words, he almost bit his tongue because the topic was too strange and its development direction had exceeded the logical range shared by man and god. As long as he imagined it a little, he felt that his three views were not guaranteed.

Enya was very calm. She shook her head and said with no change in expression: "It was... my friend entrusted her to take care of her. Gao Wen's entrusted her."

She finally added Gao Wen's name.

Amoen's eyes trembled for a moment, and he felt that the strangeness of this matter did not seem to have decreased at all...

Enya glanced at Amoen, silently closed the authorization sharing of the query window, and asked casually: "I remember you held the authority of life, which is somewhat related to what I am inquiring - do you have any suggestions when it comes to caring for the cubs?"

"This... I'm afraid I can't give you any advice," Amoen's expression suddenly became strange. "It's okay to say about the species on the Loren continent, the young dragon... I haven't taken care of..."

"Then you can't help me," Enya shook her head, "I'd better work hard on my own."

Amoen: "…"

After being issued a banished order, Amoen could only shake his head and leave the square protected by golden oaks. He had no idea what he wanted to do for a moment. He did not contact Milmina, who should have entered the network. Instead, he walked slowly along a straight road leading to the central area outside the square.

Even if there is nothing to do, as long as you can walk here, look at other minds who are also wandering around the streets, and feel the world supported by the hearts of countless mortals "breathe" around you, this former God of Nature will relax and feel a sincere joy.

After walking like this for a while, Amoen suddenly stopped. In his sight, a girl in a white dress with a happy smile seemed to always be sitting on a bench not far away, waved to herself from a distance.

That was one of the guides in the spiritual network and the individual he first met in this world - a girl named Patty.

Amoen walked towards the figure sitting on the bench, with a kind smile on his face: "Patty."

"Mr. Dust Deer!" Patty jumped off the bench lightly, stood in front of Amoen with a smile, and greeted happily, "Are you walking? It's rare to see you walking leisurely on the road these days-every time I saw you a few days ago, you were playing cards with people, or arguing with people about current affairs or religious matters."

"No one plays cards with me today," Amoen spread his hands helplessly, "and no topics can be found to be debated with others for a while."

Instead of refuting the other party's name "highway deer", he accepted it naturally, as if he had become accustomed to it.

"Don't you play cards? That's good," Patty laughed even more happily. "You should explore more in the city, meet more people, and go to more places - this is an incredible world, with many interesting and meaningful things. Just playing cards with friends every day is a waste."

As he spoke, the lively girl reached out to Amoen: "I'll take you to the newly generated 'Sign Hall' to see, it's the newly opened Void Museum in the city, where Grandpa Norris and several Immortal Instructors work, and they will impart their knowledge to anyone visiting the hall - it's very interesting."

Amoen didn't know the names Patty mentioned, but he was still infected by the other party's enthusiasm. He smiled and reached out and let the girl hold her wide palm. A slightly cold touch came from the softness. The next second, he was suddenly stunned.

"Mr. Deer on the Expressway?" Patty noticed the change and immediately cast a curious look intent, "Is there something happened?"
Chapter completed!