Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

"...I think...you are right." Silas found that the one who knew him best in the world was actually a dragon, and Sarannar even knew himself better than himself, which made him feel very weird, " Ever since I was a child, no one has treated me well. If someone treats me better, I would like to repay him with all my heart and soul, but in the end, I can't take it anymore, and I wish I could run away. Only Hills never made me want to run away in disgust, and he turned out to be a spy."

"Then when are you going to run away from me, huh?" Sarannar pinched his buttocks as a reminder, causing Silas to gasp slightly: "I won't..."

"I don't dare to be so confident. According to your fixed way of getting along with people, you just haven't reached the limit of your patience with me now." Salanar rubbed his red hair and said softly, "Listen, Sera Si, it doesn't matter if you are self-willed with me, I won't hate you because of it. But you are always so patient and accommodating, you keep everything in your heart and don't say anything, it makes me think you are unpredictable, I Not as considerate and considerate as your spy friend, if you endure like this, one day you will not be able to stand me."

"I-I know..."

Sarannar patted him on the back: "Then stop pestering me and get up."

The blushing Silas let go of his hand, and a small flame popped out from Salanar's fingertips, and precisely lit the candle on the table, lighting up the room.

Silas picked up the torn shirt and looked at it, then said helplessly, "Could you be less rude next time?"

"I will try my best." Sarannar said without sincerity.

Silas had no choice but to find out the old clothes from the closet and put them on first. The clothes that were too big for him when he was 16 years old are obviously too tight now. He has grown a lot in the past two years.

The sound of smashing and smashing downstairs had long since stopped. When they went downstairs, there was no one there, and the kitchen was in a mess. Yehelena must have been unable to stand their noise, so she hid out of sight early in the morning.

Silas also didn't know what to do for a while, so he had to go back to the top of the dragon with Sarannar first with a tangled mood.

three days later.

"What, you want Kelsen to be the captain?!" Butcher Saka looked at Sarannar in amazement, "Are you serious?"

"There's nothing wrong with that." Sarannar said calmly, "Besides, his name is Silas."

"I mean, he's so young and his family has no power or influence, so I'm afraid it's hard to convince the public."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you are the one who is really in charge and in charge. Everyone knows that the head of the Dragon Knights is just a symbolic decoration, and there is no need for 'convincing the public' for decoration."

The butcher Saka frowned and said, "Then let me put it bluntly. That position is actually specially reserved by the king for the nobles to be gilded. I'm afraid His Majesty the King will not agree."

"He is a descendant of the Haslan family, and he is also a nobleman. More importantly, I trust him and let him be the head of the regiment, which is better than those guys who can sell us for a little profit." Saranar Said, "You just tell King Heather, if he doesn't agree, then don't set up any dragon knight leader in the future."

"...I understand." Butcher Saka had no choice but to say, "I will try my best to fight for it."

Two days later, the news from Silver Creek City reached the Dragon Peak that the next head of the Dragon Knights will be Silas of the Haslan family.

Silas, who got the news, looked at Sarannar in surprise: "You did this?"

"Yes." Sarannar admitted generously, without even taking his eyes off the book, "Get ready, someone will take you to Silverbrook City later, and find a royal tailor to make a dress for you. It will be worn at the investiture ceremony in a few days."

"...can I ask why?"

Sarannar glanced at him and smiled faintly: "I'm happy."

Silas, who was speechless, followed the people sent by Silver Creek City into the carriage of the royal envoy. When he entered the palace, he still couldn't believe that he had become the honorary leader of the Dragon Knights.

Speaking of it, this position is purely for decoration just like the former head of the Knights Templar. The Templars are a unique church armed force in the heyday of the true God religion. They are usually composed of a noble and pure man who grew up in the church. A devout virgin came to serve as the head of the Templars, but the real managers were the deputy heads who were promoted entirely by military exploits, like the butcher Saka.The Dragon Knights followed this strange system. The former head of the Dragon Knights was a noble young master who looked like an embroidered pillow, and the number of times he was seen on the top of the dragon was very few.

Although it was just a decoration, Silas knew that this identity would bring him more than just a title.

Silas was born a nobleman, but it was the first time in his life that he set foot in the palace. After the tailor finished measuring his body and the etiquette officer taught him the process of the award ceremony, it was still early, so Silas declined and wanted to send him off. The messenger back to the top of the dragon planned to go home first.

After leaving the gate of the palace, a group of patrolling guards just passed by Silas, and he suddenly saw a familiar face in the group.

That was Karl, one of the Iron Triangle who worked hard with Silas in the Dragon Knights preparatory camp back then. Not long after reaching the top of the dragon, he left due to an injury to his left hand, and Silas never saw him again after that. he.

"Carl, is that you?" Silas called.

Carl's body froze, as if he was going to pretend that he didn't know him and leave like this.

The captain of the guard standing at the gate of the palace stopped him: "Carl, you are deaf! Didn't you hear the new dragon knight leader calling you?"

Carl reluctantly left the patrol and walked up to Silas: "Sierras, I really didn't expect to see you here."

Seeing that the two of them really knew each other, the captain of the guard generously gave Karl half a day off so that he could catch up with the leader of the dragon knights.

Karl had no choice but to take a walk along the base of the city wall with Silas with a tangled mood.

"How is your hand?" Silas was not unaware of the other party's awkwardness, but he still hoped to chat with his old friends from the past.

"It's nothing serious, at least it won't hinder the shield." Karl stretched out his left hand and clenched his fist. His arm still looked strong, but his fingers were indeed not as flexible as before.

"That's good, we all thought that you would never be able to fall in love with the left hand again." Silas made a dirty joke with him, trying to liven up the atmosphere, but Carl didn't cooperate at all, and he still looked With a sleepy look: "Silas, after I'm gone... are you all laughing at me?"

"No." Silas patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him, "In fact, not many people paid attention to this matter, and you know that at that time, everyone had their own problems to worry about."

"That's right..." Carl sighed.

"It's just me, always feeling sorry for it," Silas said.

"I'm sorry... I originally agreed to fly in the sky together." Carl lowered his head and kicked the pebbles under his feet, "I've also heard about Hills, I really didn't expect him to be that kind of person. You must be very uncomfortable, it was the best relationship between you and him at the beginning."

Silas sighed softly: "Don't mention it, it's all over. But you, now that your hand has healed, have you ever thought about returning to the top of the dragon?"

"Even if I wanted to, Saka the Butcher wouldn't want me to be a 'deserter'."

"...Maybe I can change his mind?" Silas said uncertainly.

"Even if you can get me back, my life will not be easy." Carl sighed and said, "I think you will all think that I made a very stupid choice. But if I have another choice If I had a chance, I would probably still do it. After all, I am not like you. You only have one mother. If you die, she will live in poverty at most. And my family... you know, living in a slum is about to collapse In the broken house, my father was paralyzed in bed, and my mother could not feed my five younger siblings by herself. They were facing the threat of hunger every day. At first, I became a dragon knight because of the high salary, but if I died, They have nothing to hope for. No matter how poor your family is, you are still an aristocrat. You will not understand this kind of helplessness."

Silas patted him on the shoulder: "I can understand, really, being a dragon knight is really dangerous. I almost died twice."

"I have always envied you, your background, your knowledge, your good luck and your current status. But the opportunity was once in front of me. I gave it up, no wonder others." Carl said, "Like It's not bad to be a guard like this now, at least you can take money home safely, you don't have to pity me."

"I didn't pity you." Silas said seriously.

Carl just lowered his head and smiled.

After saying goodbye to Carl, Silas felt a little depressed and irritable. He looked at the sky, hesitated for a while, and decided to go home and take a look.

As soon as he reached the door of the house, Silas froze.

A bullock cart was parked on the stone road outside his house. A man in his thirties with a goatee was standing at the door of his house, directing several workers to move the pots of flowers on the cart to his house. .

"Who are you?" Silas almost thought his mother was so angry that he sold his family's ancestral house in a few days.

"Oh, look at this iconic red hair, you must be Master Silas!" The man with the goatee bowed politely to him, "Nice to meet you, I am your new butler Barristan."

Silas was silent for a moment before asking, "Who hired you?"

He was sure that even if Yehelena tried her best to spend all her savings in one go, she would never think of hiring such a housekeeper. Could it be that she had already accepted the dowry of a merchant's daughter without permission?

"Lord Sarannar hired me, Master Silas." Barristan gave him a reassuring answer, "I am furnishing your residence according to Lord Sarannar's wishes, you Do you need to come in and take a look?"

"Where's my mother, where is she?" Silas asked.