Master and his butler Mr.

Hernandez finally sorted out what happened to him: On the way back to Mountbatten, he suddenly became weak due to the wraith. Mr. Steward had no choice but to recreate a body for him temporarily, although this body was also incompatible with The original is nearly identical, but the original Lord Mountbatten is confirmed dead.

"Then my house in the capital is gone?" Hernandez felt very sorry, he hadn't lived there for a day.

"Sorry, your soul was too weak at that time," Mr. Steward explained, "At that time, I could only take your soul and leave first. I didn't have time to deal with the carriage and your original body."

"That is to say, I might have a funeral?" Hernandez felt very curious.

"Probably so?" Mr. Housekeeper felt a little guilty.

"Then you said you would give me a chance to choose!" Hernandez reacted.

Mr. Housekeeper touched his nose: "I admit that I am a little selfish, but if you insist, there are still ways to think about it."

Hernandez laughed: "Anyway, I have no property and no place to live, so you can't leave me."

"I won't leave, my partner." Mr. Butler took Hernandez's hand and placed it on his chest. "Do you feel it? Our souls are already connected."

Hernandez closed his eyes, his fingertips were warm, and there seemed to be a thin thread in the depths of his soul, which was the feeling of a real soul bond.

"That's great," he said with his eyes closed, "I don't think immortality is a bad thing, as long as you can stay by my side forever."

"I hope you won't regret it." Mr. Steward looked at his boy, whom he finally had again.

"I won't." Hernandez puffed up his eyes angrily. "With you by my side, I'm not afraid at all. What are you still worried about?"

Mr. Butler smiled and kissed his eyes.

"What the hell is Blue?" Hernandez looked at the slimy little thing, which liked to stick to Mr. Steward instead of himself, which made him a little frustrated.

"Um," Mr. Steward hesitated, "I'm also a member of our clan, a newborn kid."

"What?" Hernandez exclaimed in amazement: "This is also your clan? You also looked like this when you were a child?"

"No, that's not the case," I knew he would ask this, but Mr. Housekeeper denied it with some embarrassment, "This guy is just a shameful coincidence."

Bruce grunted in protest.

"Then what will I look like in the future?" Hernandez was curious. "I don't feel any different from before."

"There won't be much change," Mr. Steward reassured him, "There are two ways to become our clansman: natural birth or being chosen as a partner, you just share life and part of my strength with me, nothing else will happen Change."

"Power?" The boy opened his eyes wide and said longingly.

"It will take some time if you want to use it successfully."

"How long?"

"Hmm... thousands of years?"

Of course, the fact is not as long as thousands of years, but within a short period of time, Hernandez is still just an ordinary boy—he is not even a nobleman, but his current identity sounds even more mysterious: the companion of the dragon—although This word seems to have some ethical violations, but whatever, just be happy.

They are now staying on a huge iceberg, but the windy and low temperature climate has little effect on Hernandez, and this is about his first change.

Mr. Steward told him that they would not stay here for long, and that the main reason he came back every time was to accumulate new fur rather than permanent residence.Dragons are curious creatures, wandering the world most of the time, and sleeping a small part of the time, which is also their main method of resisting time.

"Let's go to Mountbatten and have a look." Before leaving, Mr. Housekeeper asked Hernandez where he wanted to go, and that was the first place he thought of.

Then, Mr. Steward turned into a giant dragon. Hernandez looked at the new appearance of Mr. Steward with novelty. It was a huge silver dragon, whose whole body was as translucent as crystal, and looked like a hill from a distance. Come closer, Hernandez's size is only about the size of Mr. Steward's toe cap.

It was only at this time that Hernandez had a clear idea of ​​the true identity of his sweetheart. He silently nestled in the socket of his sweetheart's toes and tried his best to build up his heart.

The psychological construction has not yet been completed, and they have arrived at their destination.

The dragon flapped its wings and landed on the gravel stand in the Kotma Wasteland, and Bruce jumped down happily and groaned.

Looking at the familiar scenery here, Hernandez suddenly remembered that the first caravan leader they followed mentioned that he had seen a silver dragon here, so that person was not a hallucination when he was drunk?

Mr. Steward returned to his gentle and handsome human appearance. Hearing Hernandez's question, he nodded: "This place is big enough, and few people pass by. It is my favorite landing place. Maybe it will be A caravan passing by by chance met."

Back in the human world, Hernandez had a new concept of time: a year had passed since the funeral of the young Lord Mountbatten.

The funeral was carried out with the help of the generous Baron Goode, who had died when they returned, and Hernandez was unable to thank him in person—thank God, it would be so bad if he did.

The death of Baron Goode was not very honorable. He was implicated in the case that the Lord of Science and Art City betrayed the empire and colluded with the northern barbarians. He was temporarily deprived of the management rights of the territory and assisted in the investigation.

The poor old gentleman was not in good health and depressed, and he passed away not long after.

Baron Goode had no heir, so his territory was legally taken back to the king, the tin gold mine in the territory was closed, and the bustling town suddenly became deserted.

Hernandez heard about Lord Good's experience in the tavern, and the tavern was far less lively than when they came back last time. When they came, there were only one or two people sitting here and the bartender was bored. Wipe the glass.

The bartender obviously knew Mr. Butler. When he saw the two people coming in, he simply sat down and chatted. Anyway, there is no business now.

The situation in Mountbatten Territory is similar. All the land has been nationalized, but it is more desolate there, and almost no one manages it. The original manor has been closed, and several servants have been driven out. The glory of Mountbatten It has completely become a thing of the past.

Hernandez was a little disappointed, but everything was expected. He didn't dare to come forward. He could only beg Mr. Steward to send some money to the servants who were kicked out. He couldn't do anything more than that.

"What about the Lord of Science and Art?" Hernandez asked.

The bartender shook his head, he didn't know much about the desert.