I am the third prince of the dragon

Arman walked over slowly, and Mrs. Ford stretched out a warm hand to hold him, and sat on the other side of her with her arms around him.

"Come on boy—you've had your breakfast, haven't you? Like the cherry pie today?"

Before Alman could answer, little Ella had already rushed to raise her hand: "I like it! I like it!"

Arman pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "The cherry pie is delicious."

"You like to eat? That's great."

Mrs. Ford said with a smile.

Little Ella said childishly, "Mom, I had a dream last night. I dreamed of a tall fairy, and she had a shiny magic wand—"

"Oh, that must be your fairy godmother. If Ella is a kind and generous girl, she will appear and help you make a wish come true."

She pampered little Ella's nose: "Then what do you wish for?"

Ella giggled. "I want—a big, tall tree!"

She raised her short arms upwards.

Arman couldn't help but smile.

Mrs. Ford turned her head and patted his head: "Did Arman sleep well last night? Did you have a headache? Did you dream about anything?"

The smile on Arman's face suddenly disappeared, he lowered his eyes, and silently squeezed the hands on his knees.

"I dreamed...the dragon, and my mother, who died when I was born—"

Mrs. Ford's face immediately became solemn, and she hugged Arman's arm even tighter.

She looked at this poor boy with infinite pity. She was still so young. As a woman, she could imagine the pain during childbirth. Dystocia for women is even more like hell.

When Ella was born, she experienced it too.

Mrs. Ford hugged Arman tightly, closed her eyes and kissed the top of his head: "God bless you, my child."

But Arman didn't show any pain, the little boy looked a bit lost.

"She must not want to give birth to me, my birth is her death..."

Arman blinked, but heard Mrs. Ford retort him in amazement and resolutely: "No dear, you shouldn't think so."

"No mother regrets having a child, even if it means death."

Arman looked up at her, and little Ella watched their conversation curiously in her mother's arms, and their faces had a strange resemblance.

The continuation of life is like this, but the birth of the dragon has nothing to do with the continuation of life.

The dragon's life represents plunder.

Arman was silent. He knew that Mrs. Ford must not have imagined that when his mother was burned alive, she might not have the slightest joy of continuing life in her heart, let alone have any expectations for herself.

Mrs. Ford's blue eyes were full of pity and love.

"I'm sorry, Arman, but your mother must be in heaven."

Her warm palm brushed his cheek: "All you can do is try your best to live, so that your mother's death will not be meaningless."

Arman still didn't speak. He was silent for a while under Mrs. Ford's gaze, then suddenly raised his hand and hugged Mrs. Ford.

His face was leaning against her shoulder, the body temperature and fragrant smell were enough to form a vague imagination of a 'mother'.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Arman stood up and said goodbye to her.

Mrs. Ford hugged Ella quietly, sitting on the bench, watching the back of the little boy leaving.

She sighed and put her arms around little Ella and kissed her.

It was a short conversation, but Arman felt that the doubts and anxiety in his heart had dissipated a lot.

He had benefited so much from his conversation with Mrs. Ford, and Arman was not sure what it meant, but now the cloud that hung over him seemed to have lifted.

He walked around the porch and stopped suddenly.

Ao Luyi was leaning on the corridor with her head down, obviously waiting for him to come over.

The two looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

In the end, Ao Luyi was defeated by Alman's straightforward gaze, and he seemed to sigh lightly.

But soon, he showed a faint smile: "Let's go, what are you doing standing there?"

Ao Luyi raised his hand and rumpled his slightly curly brown hair: "I'll take you out to play tonight!"

It's like Christmas in Conte tonight!

It seemed that the whole county had gathered in the small square, and to the sound of accordions and clarinets, people joined hands and danced happily.

The magistrate of Conte County was dressed in a formal attire, adjusted the brim of his top hat from time to time, and looked at the road with expectant eyes.

When the Ford family's carriage appeared on the road, he was so excited that he was about to jump up, his round belly was shaking, and the corners of his mouth were upturned: "My God! They are here!"

The people cheered and rushed to the carriage together.

Mr. Ford jumped out of the carriage and helped his wife and daughter down.

Next, a thin, well-dressed young boy stepped out of the carriage.

He was obviously not in the shape everyone expected, but no one cared.

This young man is not strong and mighty, but his face is full of a gentle and handsome exotic style, his black hair is tied behind his head with a little curvature, his eyelashes are long, and his lips have a faint pink color. The corners of the mouth are raised.

The well-fitting clothes showed his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his slender legs, and his black leather boots glistened with black oil.

People began to cheer, for the girls, a handsome and handsome boy, who was still a hero, was already attractive enough to make them riot excitedly, and screamed loudly with the surrounding sisters.

Then a teenage boy got out of the carriage again, also very pretty, wearing a milky white vest and dark green coat, white stockings and black leather shoes, quickly hid behind their hero.

"Oh! Who is that child!? It can't be the son of a hero?!"

"Impossible! How young is he, how can there be such a big child!?"

"Come on, silly girls! Don't you see they're brothers?"

"But they don't look alike—"

"Who cares? So does anyone know the name of our champion?"

Your Honor squeezed in front of them from behind the crowd, and looked at Ao Luyi, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Welcome!! Your Excellency! I am really honored to have you here!"

He took off his hat, revealing a bald head with thinning hair, and bowed to Ao Luyi.

"Call me Louie, Your Honor."

"The hero's name is Louis!!"

"Louis!!"

His name spread all over the world in an instant, and at the end, everyone cheered.

"Long live the hero!!!"

The joyful dinner officially started, the musicians played cheerful ditties more vigorously, people tapped and held hands and danced, and there were laughter and happy shouts everywhere.

The atmosphere was so contagious that Mr. Ford immediately took his wife's hand and spun around her waist.

Little Ella laughed excitedly, applauded and cheered, and immediately held up her skirt to imitate the adults' dancing posture with the children around her.

Arman opened his eyes wide and looked at the noisy and warm crowd around him, in astonishment.

He had never seen so many people, nor had he seen so many happy carnival scenes at the same time.

He felt warm in his heart. Seeing the smiling faces of people who felt joy from the heart, Arman couldn't help the urge to smile, and even wanted to join this atmosphere.

His hand was suddenly pulled up by Ao Luyi.

Arman raised his head blankly, and was pulled forward by him: "Where are we going?"

Ao Luyi smiled and took his two hands: "Teach you how to dance."

Before Arman could react, louder cheers and screams suddenly erupted around him.

Because of Ao Luyi's joining, people are even more excited.

They spun along with the music in the swarming crowd, and Arman stepped awkwardly, watching Ao Luyi laughing and stepping on light steps.

The girls gathered around, their colorful skirts were as gorgeous and beautiful as blooming flower buds, joyous laughter passed by Arman's ears, and a warm aroma lingered in the air, smelling of honey and ale, and these girls The fragrance of flowers dotted in the hair bun.

Arman and Ao Luyi were soon separated by the people who came up to invite them to dance. The girls were all bold and frank. They had a special preference for these two brothers, and almost all women wanted to dance with them.

Arman was a little shy, but the girls liked him very much.

Not to mention Ao Luyi, he treats all girls equally, is gentle and gentlemanly, when holding a lady's hand, the person opposite will suddenly become shy.

After a round of dancing, everyone was sweating, and the laughter showed no sign of stopping.

Ao Luyi smiled and bid farewell to the lady in front of her: "You dance really well, ma'am."

The brisk dancing lady covered her mouth and laughed: "It's like going back to when I was young, thank you."

Ao Luyi said goodbye to her, found Arman in the crowd, and walked towards him with a smile.

A girl taller than Arman was dancing with him, and when she finished, she suddenly kissed him on the cheek.

Arman's face turned red, and the screams and hecklings of the girls could be heard all around.

Ao Luyi laughed and walked in front of him: "Not bad, really likable."

The young girls laughed and shoved away, Arman blushed even more.Embarrassed, said: "There are too many of them..."

Ao Luyi laughed twice, and hugged him: "Okay, this shows that you are likable! Let's go, let's go to have a rest."

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