Palm Dragon

Aini squatted in the corner dejectedly, digging at the raw edge of the thick hand-woven carpet in the carriage. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that there must be dizzying pink bubbles floating above the carriage in front of him.

Are those two guys newlyweds on vacation in the country!Except for stopping to let the horses drink and rest, no, even for stopping, they did not appear alone!

Guys who are in love are the stupidest.thought the elf viciously.

Then continue to dig the carpet depressed.

The elf would never admit that he was stimulated, let alone that he was jealous of other people's love.

See the dragon who forgets friends.Aini plucked some thick cotton threads viciously.

brush.

The necromancer turned the pages expressionlessly.

Glancing at Werther sadly, Aini shouted in his heart.Ahhhhh!He is going crazy!

He has been with this dark and silent guy for over 48 hours!

The elf thought it was a trip to have fun with the little dragon, but it turned into a trip to grow mushrooms in a dark and lonely corner.

Sitting in the same carriage for so long, Werther had spoken to him less than ten words in total!

Aini swears to the God of Light that he has never met such a gloomy person.I originally thought that with my cheerful and lovable (?) personality, it was impossible for the atmosphere not to be active.

But is this guy's mouth glued by the most powerful carob gum?

The elf only felt that he was going to explode from depression. He was an elf who symbolized sunshine and singing. He would definitely go crazy if he stayed with a human stump who could only read a book for so long.

Just when Aini started to roll on the carpet in boredom, there was a strange loud noise outside the carriage.

The necromancer slammed the book in his hand shut, glanced expressionlessly at the elf on the wall of the carriage that was caught by the inertia of the sudden brake, opened the door, and got out of the car.

The six white horses pulling the cart flicked their tails uneasily, pawing the ground in place.

Adrian in the carriage only heard a bang, and the carriage shook strangely and then stopped...

"Strange?" Xiaolong climbed out of the carriage.

The movement just now was like a giant suddenly slapped hard on the roof of their carriage.

But it didn't look like a giant attacked the carriage, and the beautiful rimmed roof was as normal as a new car that had just been traded from the dealership.

"What's the matter?" Aini, who got off the carriage behind, also came over to check with Werther.

"There seems to be something on the roof..." Adrian replied hesitantly.

"The roof?" The necromancer looked at the undamaged carriage.

Xiaolong walked around the carriage, thought for a while, and then neatly climbed onto the roof from the steps at the back of the carriage.

"Ed?"

Mr. Noble also got out of the carriage and looked at Adrian who was lying on the roof with only two legs stretched out.

He quickly climbed down again.

"What did you find?" Annie asked impatiently.

Xiaolong didn't answer, but raised his right hand high.

Only then did everyone see that Xiaolong was holding a small object with his thumb and index finger on his right hand.

Adrian pinched one of the hind legs of this little black creature, and its two small wings hung powerlessly on both sides of its body, motionless.

"Bat?" The elf opened his eyes wide.

A small black bat unconscious.

Adrian scratched his head with the other hand: "I found it on the roof of the car...it seems to be a vampire." The strong dark attribute on the little bat proved that he was not an ordinary nocturnal animal.

"... No wonder the horses are making a fuss." The Necromancer looked at the horses that were still circling uneasily.

Iss took a closer look at the little bat, and there were still some remaining traces of light magic.

"This is already close to the sacred imperial capital. It should have been discovered by the guards, or forced to break into the barrier." The sacred imperial capital's rejection of darkness is almost a permanent tradition of the sacred imperial capital. This little blood race should have been there for thousands of years One of the countless charging warriors who challenged tradition.

But looking at the dizzy look of this little thing, the possibility of getting lost may be more likely.

Adrian thought for a while, and put the little bat into the coat pocket.

Aini stared at Xiaolong.

"Ed? If you want to keep a pet, I think you will have a better choice in the pet shop in the holy capital." In any case, even a demented colorful toad is more suitable as a pet than a vampire, right?

Xiaolong looked at him innocently: "But it looks very uncomfortable, it's not appropriate to leave it alone at this time."

The elf still wanted to convince him. "Maybe the best way to recuperate for vampires is to bask in the sun alone in a place full of natural atmosphere~?"

"No vampire would like to bask in the sun, right?"

"Then let's put him in the shade..."

"Shadows change as the sun rises."

"Then dig a hole and bury it, so the sun will never shine."

"Aini~" Xiaolong clutched his pocket tightly to avoid the elf's eager claws.

The elf stared at Adrian fiercely with his big eyes, as if trying to hypnotize him to hand over the bat with his eyes.

"He sucks blood!" An evil dark creature!

"It's so small it's not going to make anyone anemic."

Fearing that Aini would step forward to snatch it, Adrian turned around after speaking and climbed into the carriage quickly.

"...Anyway, don't expect me to help you feed this thing!" The dissatisfied elf shouted towards the window, and returned to the carriage pouted.

After leaning on the window to make sure Aini returned to the other carriage, the carriage started to move forward again.

Adrian excitedly took out the bat from his pocket.

Mr. Noble looked at Adrian with a half-smile and poked the little bat back and forth with his fingers, and raised his wings to study it from time to time.

"Ed, I thought you were trying to save it."

The bat must have been poked to death by Adrian.

Xiaolong withdrew his finger with a dry smile.

"It's the first time I saw a blood race~" It really looks like an ordinary bat.

Actually not the first time.Aristocrat Mr. Yis thought of a transgender sweet tooth lover in his manor.

Yisi tried it a little bit, and the power of this thing is pitifully weak. According to that guy's standard, this should only be an 8th or even 10th generation blood race.

And he was seriously injured by the light magic.

When did such a reckless junior appear in the blood clan?Such a weak person dared to go to the holy imperial capital. No wonder the blood race had declined for hundreds of years and only dared to live in seclusion.

thought Monsieur Noble sympathetically.

"Will it wake up if you give it some blood?"

Iss looked up at the hyperactive little dragon and smiled. "Then I'm afraid the lovely little thing will have the honor of exploding."

"what?"

"The blood of the bright fire dragon cannot be digested by a small blood." Adrian's light attribute will make his dragon blood exert a magical and strong effect the moment it enters the little bat's body.

Adrian was speechless.

It is impossible for Werther to put down his body to feed a bat, and it is impossible for Aini to be so angry just now, then...

"No matter what you're thinking now, Ed. It's impossible." Mr. Noble simply blocked Xiaolong's starry eyes.

A vampire that is too small to be ignored, let him, a big devil, donate blood?

Not only would the Demon Emperor, who was always at odds with himself, roll off his gorgeous throne laughing, even the God of Light would stare his eyes in surprise when he heard this.

"Then what should we do?" Xiaolong looked at the little bat that was still unconscious.Will it die?

"How about feeding it some tomato juice?" Mr. Noble suggested harshly.It's almost the same color anyway.

The problem is that the little bats are in a coma, not throwing a tantrum, and it's no use making the tomato juice brighter.

It can't be seen at all.

Xiaolong frowned and thought for a while, "I remember we caught a one-eyed pig yesterday?"

Because everyone agreed that the roast chicken was really impressive, and Werther was unexpectedly a culinary expert, so Adrian urged Mr. Noble to use a small knife and fork to kill a young wild boar that was unlucky to pass by.

Because he was too full to eat, the little boar was put away by the aristocratic Mr. Universal Warehouse.

"..."

Strigoi, don't you know how to picky eaters?