Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

Silas's home is also in South City, not far from here, and they arrived through a few alleys amidst everyone's eyes and whispers.

After knocking on the door, Silas waited anxiously, as if there was a man-eating monster hidden behind the door.

He still remembers how angry and desperate his mother was when he left home for the last time because he didn't listen to her and insisted on following the path he chose.And now, more than two years have passed, what attitude will mother use to welcome this disobedient son?

Silas could only pray that, at least in front of Saranal, his mother would not be so disrespectful to him.

The door finally opened, and Yehelena, the hostess of the house, appeared at the door. When she saw Silas, she covered her mouth in surprise, and looked at him from head to toe in disbelief: "Oh my God, Cyrus Lars, is that really you?"

"It's me, Mom." Silas replied timidly, and he was immediately hugged tightly by Yehelena.

"Thanks to the Creator...I never thought you would come back alive, I thought you were dead every day..." Yehelena's voice seemed to be sleepwalking.

"Mom..." Silas patted her on the back awkwardly, "Come on, I brought a guest."

Only then did Yehelena notice Sarannar who was looking at them with a smile. She quickly put away her excited expression, and subconsciously wiped her hands on her apron, trying to maintain the demeanor that a noble woman should have, " Please forgive me, my lord, I did not notice you."

"It doesn't matter." Sarannar said in a gentle and elegant voice, "Can I go in?"

"Oh...sorry, please come in!" Yehelena hurried out of the door. She hurried into the room and moved out the most decent chair in their house, and tried to hide the embroidery she was doing before the guests saw it. handcraft work.

Saranar observed the house. The stone building must have a history of at least a hundred years. Even the carved patterns on the old furniture are blurred. It can be vaguely seen that their house once did not care about the cost. Pursue refinement and luxury, but as Silas said, this family has fallen to the same level as ordinary people-or even worse.Saranar had seen a peasant family living in a dilapidated log cabin, but full of vitality and joy, but here, the atmosphere of poverty and depression permeated every dark corner.

"Silas, don't stand there, help light the stove!" The arrival of the guest made Yehelena flustered. She didn't know who this handsome man was, but it was easy to see that he must be a distinguished man. people.

"Don't pay too much attention to me, I just come in casually." Sarannar smiled decently, it seems that this house doesn't often have guests visiting.

"Oh, please don't say that. It's our honor to entertain such a distinguished guest as you. Please stay and have dinner before leaving!" She seemed so calm, she seemed to have just realized that the coarse apron she was wearing did not match her identity, so she eagerly tore it off and rolled it into a ball, trying to hide it in a corner.

"Mom, that's enough..." Silas held his forehead and couldn't bear to look straight at him. Sarannar suppressed a smile and said, "The weather is good today. It seems that I should go to the yard to bask in the sun for a while."

Seeing the figure of the guest disappearing out of sight, Yehelena quickly pulled Silas aside and asked softly, "Son, tell me who this distinguished guest is?"

"He is Sarannar, the leader of the Andorcia dragon clan, and I am his dragon knight now, mother." Silas said proudly.

Yehelena took a deep breath and covered her mouth with excitement: "Oh my God, the leader of the Dragon Clan! I didn't expect that you not only survived, but also brought the leader of the Dragon Clan home! Do you know, your aunt and uncle It is said that the Dragon Knights reserve camp is a scam set up for conscription, and that if you really become a Dragon Knight, you will not live for a few days. Do you know how sad I am? Now I want to say this sentence Throw them back hard in the face, immediately!"

Silas sighed helplessly, feeling that he really shouldn't be embarrassing: "Let's not talk about this, shall we? Since you are staying with Mr. Saranal for dinner, prepare something delicious."

"That's right! I almost forgot about this, what does he like to eat?"

"...Anyway, it would be right to buy more meat."

"By the way, meat!" Yehelena wiped her hand on her skirt subconsciously again, "We are also people who can afford meat now!"

Silas took her hand, looked at the hard calluses and needle holes, and said tangledly: "I have been sending you money to hope that you can live better, why are you still doing these manual jobs?"

"Oh, yes, I keep all that money! I've been thinking that maybe at some point I will suddenly lose you, just like losing your father... By that time, if I don't have money, I will definitely be killed by you." Aunt and Uncle are running out into the street, they're so eager to take the house your father left you, you know..."

"Okay Mom, that's enough." Silas sighed.

When he left the Silas house, the normally energetic Eragon looked like a deflated ball.

"Laugh if you want to, don't worry about me." Silas felt that it was a mistake to take Sarannar home, and only hated himself for being unable to refuse when he saw the disappointed expression on Sarannar's face.

"Why?" Sarannar looked back at him with a very calm expression, as if he didn't notice anything wrong at all.

"As you can see, my mother..." Silas said with a sigh, "since my father passed away, she has become a little... neurotic. If you find her behavior offensive, please forgive her." unintended mistake."

"I don't think she offended me at all." Sarannar was as gentle as ever, "I just think she really... cares about you very, very much."

He specifically used two "very".

"Yes, I really care too much." Silas said helplessly, "When I was a child, when I went for a walk on the street, she thought that I was hit by a carriage or contracted some fatal disease. People said one more word, and she was worried that I would be tricked into selling by others. It is conceivable that when she found out that I joined the Dragon Knight preparatory camp without authorization, she would be mad."

"I can imagine that having a mother who is overly controlling will definitely lead to a very depressive childhood." Sarannar looked at him with deep golden eyes, "I have seen people who grew up in similar families, Their personalities are relatively timid and gloomy, and it is hard to believe that such a repressed family can raise such a lively and optimistic child like you."

Silas, who was praised as being lively and optimistic, scratched his red hair in embarrassment, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face again: "...not anymore! I just always felt that a sad face can't make things better anyway. Well, smiling is better than not smiling, isn't it?"

"It's a good mentality." Sarannar smiled, and turned away from looking at him. "There is always a good side to things. At least the fruit pie made by your mother tastes good."

"This...I'm sorry, most of the people living in Nancheng are civilians, and you can't buy much fresh meat in the market. But I never knew that you can also eat fruit." Silas followed his eyes Sarannar's back, he felt that he still knew too little about the Dragon Clan.

"I don't mind trying something different once in a while—although I can't get enough of it." Sarannar stopped in an open area, and after a burst of black mist, he changed back to his original appearance, saddle It was still well placed on his body, as if the previous human form never existed at all.

But Silas knew that he would never face the dragon in the same spirit again.

"Hi, Hills." Silas's head appeared within Hills' line of sight, and then he climbed up to the sentry post, "I'll bring you something delicious."

Hills was sitting at the sentry post where Silas had sat before, watching as Silas opened the jar he had brought, which contained sliced ​​roast meat.

"Today is beef, and Salanar hasn't finished it yet. He doesn't seem to like beef very much. Maybe I should remind the chef to change to another kind of meat next time." Silas took a piece of meat and put it on the table. mouth.

Meat is relatively rare in the Dragon Knight's meals, after all, most people don't have the psychological quality to eat their own kind.If there was anything good left from Sarannar, Silas would always share it with Shills, and he was still the same to Shilles.

So Hills can only continue to say to him as a brother or friend as in the past: "I heard that Sarannar took you to do air combat training?"

"Yeah, it's just yesterday."

"How does it feel to fly in the sky?" Hills looked at him with envy and a bit of entanglement.

"It's just amazing! It's completely different from what I imagined, you know..." Silas happily described the wonderful feeling of flying in the sky to Hills, and Hills listened very attentively, and it took a while Said: "You are so lucky to have such a master."

"I feel the same way now, it's great to be his dragon knight." Silas said excitedly, "Those who say he's high and unreasonable don't understand him at all, but Salanar is very approachable , After finishing the practice yesterday, he turned into a human form to visit my house, and praised my mother for the delicious apple pie."

"It's unbelievable..." Sears said in amazement.

"By the way, have you ever seen him in human form? I was stunned at the time, and I couldn't believe that there are such good-looking people in the world." Silas tried hard to describe to Hills in words How good-looking is Salanar's human form? The latter could only look at his emotional friend with a helpless smile and say, "Do you like him?"

"How is it possible, he is a dragon." Silas denied without hesitation, "But he is really good-looking. Are all dragons so good-looking after transformation? What a talent to envy."