Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

"What's the matter?" Silas didn't feel that there was anything strange about him at first, and after thinking about it, he scratched his red hair embarrassingly, "Sorry, I think you should be more... noble flower."

"It's not this question, I just think your idea is very interesting."

"My thoughts?" Silas looked puzzled.

"The act of sending flowers represents courtship in any human culture." Sarannar narrowed his golden eyes and looked at him carefully, "You think I'm pretty, and you want to be with me?" mating?"

Celas suddenly choked on his own saliva, his face flushed from coughing, and he hurriedly said, "Please don't say such strange things suddenly..."

"Really? It's not the first time I've noticed that you always look at me with such eager eyes." Sarannar reached out and raised Silas's chin, forcing him to look at himself, "You You want me, don't you?"

Silas couldn't answer, his mind was confused by this sudden situation, he was deeply aware of the gap between the two sides, so he didn't dare to think in that bold direction, but now Salanar ruthlessly pointed Breaking this layer of window paper forced the young dragon knight to face his unknown inner voice before he could figure out his thoughts.

"You are not the first human to be fascinated by my appearance, nor will you be the last." Sarannar calmly looked at the bewildered expression of the dragon knight, and said calmly, "But you should be very clear, you The skin in front of me is just an illusion created by magic, I can change it into any shape by magic, and the shape I created is no different from the paint drawn on paper."

"And this is the real me." Sarannar let go of him, and restored his original form. The black dragon just spread its wings randomly, and its huge body fully occupied nearly half of the wide lair. He lowered his head and looked at the human being that could be held with one paw.

Silas opened his mouth, and he found that his throat was too dry to speak.

Seeing that he was silent, Salanar raised a paw and easily stomped Silas to the ground. He moved a finger, and gracefully scratched Silas's chest with his sickle-shaped nails , The movement was as gentle as a lover's caress, but it tore Silas's clothes as easily as a leaf.

"Tell me." The black dragon's golden eyes looked down at Silas, and the voice made by the magic was as majestic and calm as ever, "Do you still have desire for me like this?"

Silas swallowed, and answered with difficulty: "No...no."

"Then you should understand that what you admire is nothing more than an illusion." Sarannar emphasized again, before he released his claws and let Silas go, "You are an excellent fighter, better than anyone in the past A Kelsen, I can safely entrust my back to your protection, as long as you don't let this false affection interfere with your duties."

Silas got up silently and stood up straight: "...Yes, my master."

Sitting by the sentry post by the cliff, Silas rested his chin weakly on the railing and stretched his legs out of the railing, looking like a piece of bacon hanging on the cliff to dry.

"Why are you so tired?" Sears on duty looked at him worriedly.

"Don't pay attention to me, I'll be fine if I'm languid." Silas said sullenly.

Hills kicked him: "Keep your feet in, be careful the fence is not strong."

Silas moved his hips lazily inward, but still hung his legs over the cliff.

"Don't be so half-dead, okay? It's not like you at all. Don't you always say that the more unhappy you are, the more you have to smile."

Silas gave him a smile that was uglier than crying, and Hills couldn't bear to look directly at him and pushed away his face: "You just dig a hole and bury yourself."

Silas sighed heavily. "Shils, I realize that I'm actually a fool, pure."

"You just found out, I found out a long time ago. Don't let a real partner like me go, and go to pursue an unrealistic fantasy. Isn't this asking for trouble?"

"I'm that obvious?"

"It's almost like saying 'I'm broken in love' on your face, and Sarannar turned you down?" Sears said to him with an exaggerated version of disbelief, "You are stupid enough to go to him Confession?"

"I'm not that stupid," Silas said gloomily, "but he saw it all and reminded me with his actions that I was just liking a magical illusion."

He couldn't help but recall the scene when the black dragon stomped him to the ground with its huge claws. At that time, there was only deep awe and fear in his heart.So Sarannar was right, he was just admiring a magical illusion, like a bear in the legend of some fool who fell in love with the beautiful woman in the painting.

Some behaviors of Sarannar gave him the illusion that he was valued, but a dragon is a dragon, high above and out of reach. To a dragon, he is just one of the tools that is easier to use, and occasionally Giving tools a little extra attention is just a small adjustment in a long life.The most convincing evidence is that Saranar still calls him "Kelson" to this day, and it is likely that he does not even know his real name.

Hills looked at Silas, and rubbed his head helplessly: "Okay, be active, it's no big deal."

"Hmm..." Silas let out a half-dead breath.

"It's time for you to wake up from your fantasy and think about finding yourself a partner in reality."

Silas knew what Hills was referring to. He looked at Hills and tried hard to convince himself that maybe it would be good to be with this person, but in the end he still bowed his head and said apologetically, "Sorry, Hope Ernes, I can't do it."

"...I'm not surprised." Hills said helplessly, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, Silas, how much do you hate this real world?"

"..." Silas could only be silent about this question.

"You've been chasing those unrealistic stories and legends, and in such a desperate way, do you think it will make you less stressed?" Hills said, "You shouldn't come to the Giants. Dragon's Peak, in fact, you should be a bard who travels all over the world."

Silas smiled. "I'm tone deaf, and the audience will greet me with rocks and rotten eggs."

"At least I won't." Hills looked back at him, "It's useless if I persuade you to leave now, right?"

"You have already given me the answer." Silas asked suspiciously, "Why are you so persistent in persuading me to become a deserter?"

"Because I'm worried about you." Hills said, "Has your master disclosed any news to you, the orc tribe is having civil strife."

"Huh?" Silas suddenly looked up at him, apparently ignorant of the matter, "... Isn't that great?"

"Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad, not necessarily," Hills said. "If the chieftain is finally won by the militant Elder Greymane, he will probably go to war again in order to force opponents to fight with him. Humans declare war, if so, they will be the first to attack Andorcia, and you have to go to the battlefield, you know?"

"Hmm..." Silas fell into a complex emotion when he thought that he would ride Sarannar to fight the real Eagle Knight.

"Don't be so listless, your master should be more aware of the development of the situation than you, so pay more attention to his actions." Hills rubbed his hair again, "If there is really a sign of a fight, you You have to be prepared in advance, right?"

Silas recovered after being depressed for a few days, and he still performed his duties as meticulously as before, as if the previous wishful thinking and embarrassment of being exposed never existed at all.Saranar felt that this was quite good. His dragon knight only needed to perform his duties as a soldier like every Kelsen before him, and it was best not to have any extra care.

He was flying Silas to the edge of the northern border of Andorcia, where the kingdom of Andorcia and the kingdom of Tesdarra bordered.

As Andosia's ally, the dragons should provide humans with aerial reconnaissance intelligence in addition to dealing with the orcs' air power. Now that the war on the orcs' side has ceased, the neighboring countries of Andosia have begun to move around.At the request of the king, the black dragon Sarannar, the red dragon Harrog, and the blue dragon Lessel set off to fly to Testara. In addition to showing off their power over Testara, they wanted to remind Testara of this In addition to the security of a country without a single dragon, the dragon knights still have to draw a military map. After all, a map drawn from the air is definitely much more accurate than a map drawn by running on the ground.

Silas spread a piece of leather in front of the saddle and pressed it with one hand to prevent it from being blown away by the wind. He was concentrating on his drawing work, but he heard Harrog next to him suddenly let out a thunderous dragon roar .

Sarannar answered him in the dragon language with magic, and the three dragons began to climb at the same time.

Silas left a smudge on the map with a shake of his hand. He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"There is a large group of Eagle Knights approaching, ready to fight," Sarannar said.

Silas hurriedly put the roll of leather into the pocket on the saddle, and pulled out the weapon at hand, because he did not expect to encounter the enemy today, and the dragon knights did not wear armor, only wearing windbreakers helmets, to lighten the dragon's load as much as possible, but fortunately the weapons cannot be removed from the saddle, otherwise they would be unarmed.