CHAPTER 671: THE SILVER DRAGON MAIDEN’S GEM MOUNTAIN!

A Hospital in Another World?

The Silver Dragon Maiden not only gave the order, but she also immediately provided the gems. Without any visible effort, a large pile of jewels poured out from the void.

Before they even touched the ground, they soared into the air, swirling around Cirella, forming a galaxy of sparkling light:

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, gold, silver, black, and white, the entire room glittered brilliantly, dazzlingly radiant—

Mr. Crowley’s hand stopped mid-air.

Master Seymour’s butler, Mr. Alton, stood frozen with a jewelry box in his hands, as if he had been hit by a petrification spell, turning into a human-shaped jewelry rack.

Two maids, two tailor assistants, stood stiffly beside Cirella, completely unaware of the silk slipping from their arms.

Joanna, who had also been invited to pick out clothes, slowly opened her mouth wide, feeling as if her sanity had been completely drained by the jewels...

Only Garrett remained somewhat rational. After all, he had visited museums and seen various jewel displays.

Moreover, he had visited a dragon’s treasure chamber! Even just passing by the treasure chamber’s entrance, he had seen the scale of the treasure!

Though he had never asked Cirella about her treasure, he was somewhat prepared for it in his heart.

However, this didn’t stop him from gathering his strength and shouting in a low voice:

"Cirella—"

Do not flaunt your wealth unnecessarily!

Especially in this city where there are legends and many powerful beings above level 15, you are not the strongest one!

At the very least, if you want to make jewelry, lay these gems flat so the jewelers can pick them!

Cirella turned her head and quickly stuck out her tongue. With her movement, the entire room came alive, picking up the silk, closing the jewelry box, and bustling around.

Mr. Crowley quickly stepped forward, pulled out a piece of black velvet from the box, and spread it out on the table. With a gesture from the Silver Dragon Maiden, the gems flew over, pouring onto the velvet like a rainstorm of pearls and gems.

Mr. Crowley’s vision blurred for a moment, then he quickly stepped forward to examine the gems. Garrett also leaned in to look, seeing the table, three feet square, piled high with various pearls and gems:

Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, amber, cat’s eye stones, amethysts, corals, white pearls, black pearls, gold pearls...

The intertwining lights shimmered, rising nearly a foot above the treasure mountain.

Fortunately, the room was illuminated by eternal flames, which wouldn’t flicker like candles. Otherwise, the reflection from this table of gems would sweep around the room like spotlights.

At this moment, Garrett had only one thought:

Luckily, these gems are not cut with those 57, 74, 88, or 200 facets like in the past life...

If they were, his eyes would be blinded by the brilliance.

Even so, Mr. Crowley stood nearby, watching in a daze. After a long time, he couldn’t resist picking up a handful of gems and bringing them close to his face to inspect:

"This is a blue diamond... The last time I saw such a large blue diamond was on the Queen’s scepter..."

"This is an emerald... The late king wanted to find two emeralds of this color to make earrings for the queen, but he never found them..."

"This is a golden pearl, so big, so round, without any flaws..."

Cirella stood nearby, smiling. Suddenly, she stepped forward, picked up a handful of gems just like Mr. Crowley, and slightly separated her fingers. A cascade of gems fell, creating a crisp sound on the treasure mountain. Mr. Crowley jumped in shock:

"This... this..."

Cirella didn’t care about his reaction. Instead, she turned her head and saw Garrett smiling at her, not at all surprised or regretful. His eyes crinkled, smiling even more sweetly and happily.

Fortunately, Mr. Crowley was also experienced in the world of fame and fortune. Despite a moment of embarrassment, he quickly composed himself. He spread out a second piece of black velvet on a nearby small table and began skillfully selecting gems:

"Miss’s hair is a very beautiful bright silver color. Such color can be paired with slightly darker gems. These emeralds are good, matched with small diamonds, they can be made into flower petals, and the tiara can be vine-shaped..."

"I don’t like green."

Cirella decisively rejected. Mr. Crowley choked: Miss Elf, you don’t like green, the crown with flower and vine shapes?

Your taste is quite unique...

But there’s no choice, the client’s request comes first. He thought for a moment and then deftly picked out a set of rubies:

"These rubies are also very beautiful, bright and passionate, they will be very striking on Miss’s hair..."

Cirella tilted her head, looked at the gems, and then at the tiara design Mr. Crowley showed her, and shook her head again. Mr. Crowley was not discouraged. He picked out a set of sapphires, paired with diamonds, arranged into a tiara, necklace, and earrings:

"Miss’s eyes are a noble silver-purple color, using sapphires and diamonds to highlight them will be very suitable, like waves splashing on the sea..."

Just the main stones of the set, three sets were swapped in one breath! And there were still enough diamonds to match!

Rich!

Fortunately, the sapphire set satisfied Cirella. She picked and chose in the catalogue, selecting a double-row drop-shaped diamond necklace, a wheat-ear-shaped tiara. Then, she pointed to a pair of earrings with two sapphires, surrounded by diamonds:

"I want this one! Also, make this, this, and this—"

She casually pointed to the previously selected emeralds, rubies, and a batch of pearls and corals:

"Make them into jewelry too!"

Mr. Crowley: "..."

Do you want to tire me out?!

Are you trying to kill me?!

Even if I am a Transmutation mage, shaping jewelry with mental power, making so many pieces of jewelry at once, my mental power will be exhausted!

Before he could utter a word of complaint, the sound of clinking and clattering resounded again. This time, pouring from Cirella’s hands were shining, coin-minted gold coins!

"If you make me satisfied, these will be your reward!"

Mr. Crowley instantly perked up. He was only a tailor for the Royal Mage Corps, not the royal tailor!

The opportunity to use such many, high-quality gems to make jewelry, in this lifetime, might be just this once!

He had to seize it! If these pieces of jewelry were passed down, he could also be remembered in history!

"By the way, Miss, what style of dress do you want to wear?"

"This one!"

"No problem!—Jenny, Casey, take Miss’s measurements, and have Miss try on the petticoat first!"

The two tailor assistants immediately escorted Cirella to the inner room. Soon, they handed the measurements to Mr. Crowley. The Transmutation Grand Mage closed his eyes, concentrating, and soon, white silk lining, whalebone, and silk ropes floated one by one...

A waist-cinching crinoline dress assembled in the air, carried into the inner room by the two tailor assistants. After some rustling, Cirella tiptoed out carefully:

"It feels so strange... So tight, my waist is deformed, I feel like I can hardly breathe... Garrett, am I beautiful?"

She spun lightly on her tiptoes, and just as she turned to face Garrett, there was a "pop," and the silk ropes tied at the back of the corset snapped one by one, nearly hitting the tailor assistants in the face.

"..."

"..."

"Well, Cirella..." Garrett, for the sake of his future safety, had to advise:

"You look good in lighter dresses too, you don’t have to wear this kind of big skirt..."

"But I saw my aunt wearing it! She looked so beautiful in it!"

I’ve never seen it myself. However, it seems that the legendary Conjuration Mage, Lady Helena "The Deep Blue Song," also likes to wear such cumbersome dresses. Garrett racked his brains, trying to understand why powerful mages wore such troublesome clothes:

"They probably use their magic to move around? To show that ’I can still fight wearing such troublesome clothes’? But Cirella, you don’t have to imitate them, you can wear whatever you like the most!"

"Emmmm..."

The Silver Dragon Maiden tilted her head, thinking. After a while, she generously waved her hand, dismissing the heavy and annoying plan, and chose a light, close-fitting long dress. It looked very pretty too!

Then, she swept her hand over the tailor assistants, picked an extremely pale, fish-belly blue silk, and cheerfully draped it over herself:

"Please, make it so that the blue gradually deepens from top to bottom! The lightest is this light, the deepest, at the hem, should be as deep as the dark blue sea!"

"..."

Mr. Crowley’s vision darkened. Miss, rich miss, are you testing the Transmutation mage’s skills again?

Such gradient colors cannot be achieved with current dyeing technology, only guided with mental power!

"And then add gems! Pearls! Add lots of them to create the appearance of waves, clouds, and various flowers! Oh, and a fur cloak~~~ Look, I have lots of ermine pelts here! The little black spots on the tails are so fun!"

"Well, Miss," Mr. Crowley replied, wiping sweat:

"Ermine with black-tipped tails is a royal exclusive..."

Though I don’t know why you have so many ermine pelts, but we shouldn’t wear someone else’s exclusive attire to an audience with the Queen!

Is that so... Cirella really wanted to say "What does the royal exclusive have to do with me," but seeing Garrett signaling her hard, she didn’t want to cause trouble. She thought for a moment and waved her hand, dropping a large pile of furs:

"Then use these! Ice bear pelts! Level nine magical beasts! Make me a grand cloak!"

"..."

Heavy, thick, rare, and not against the rules. Miss, you’ve reached the pinnacle of luxury—

But the problem is, I’m only a second-level mage, my strength and mental power might not be enough to cut level nine ice bear pelts!

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