Palm Dragon

"and then?"

Adrian's pink bubble was popped by the elf forcefully.

"Ah~?" Xiaolong was a little embarrassed.

Does Aini even want to hear the details of their subsequent kiss?

"Idiot!" The elf roared angrily and used the giant's unique skill of wrath hammer to Adrian.

The humanoid little dragon lost the thick scale protection on his head, and was immediately beaten and squatted down, holding his head with tears in his eyes.

The elf didn't intend to let him go just because of his pitiful appearance, but began poking Xiaolong's forehead aggressively.

"What about the origin? What about the age? What about the housekeeper? What about the old lover (?)?

"..." Adrian suddenly became very interested in the buttons on the corner of his clothes.

Aini despaired of Xiaolong's inability to communicate.

At this time, the house shook violently, but it quickly returned to calm.

Adrian, who was still squatting on the ground, was bumped and sat down on the carpet.

"Huh?" Xiaolong looked around.It's not like an earthquake.

"An illusion?" Adrian got up.

Aini was obviously frightened: "It's not an illusion."

Adrian followed the elf's line of sight.

Water was slowly dripping from the edge of the table, and the water glass in the center of the table was lying peacefully on one side.

Leighton came out of the living room with a large teapot in his hand.

Iss leaned on the railing of the corridor, his long silver hair shawl, untied.

Aini and Adrian went upstairs in a tug-of-war.

"What is he doing?" Mr. Noble frowned handsomely.

Everyone gathered at the stairway, with a few pairs of eyes looking at the door that was rarely opened since coming here.

On the other side of the door is the young necromancer.

Although the necromancer had placed an enchantment in the room, the unusual shaking suggested that his room had probably experienced an explosion strong enough to shake the house.

It's just that the sound didn't come out.

Under everyone's gaze, the door was slowly opened from the inside.

Werther poked his head out from behind the door tiredly, apologizing to everyone in a low voice.

The elf was taken aback by his embarrassment.

"What's wrong with you? Looks like you haven't slept in three years."

The huge dark circles are particularly eye-catching on the fair face, and the eyes are red and swollen as if they have been smoked by sulfur or something poisonous.

But in stark contrast to these, Werther's expression of joy.

Since there were no casualties, both Layton and Iss thought it was time to disband.

But Adrian felt that this was a great opportunity, and he had coveted this secret that had been forbidden to enter for a long time.

Xiaolong is not interested in the black magic of necromancers, but he probably knows what the tired necromancers are busy with.

That blond knight, Eggsia.

He sensitively(?) felt that something was going on.

On this continent, has anyone ever seen the resurrection from the dead?

Even the God of Creation will not change his principles easily.

Ok.

Although Aini didn't know why, he believed that he had established an unusual friendship (?) with this indifferent necromancer during the carriage journey of those few days.

Although mostly based on his surprisingly delicious sausage.

Even with the most serious expression in his life, Werther didn't drive away the two half-curious guys.

So after a series of swearing and swearing by Adrian and Aini, he thought about it, and finally opened the door a little.

The room wasn't much different from the rest of the house, and it didn't have the darkened vision of Kathy's room with all the curtains drawn.

In fact, the necromancer had even cast a strange spell on that tiny transom, apparently letting in more expanses of sunlight than the windows, warming the room.

The room is bright, creating a comical drop-off from the weary Necromancer.

There are also no weird instruments imagined by the little dragons and elves, zombie (?) bombs, a huge soup pot on a dark fire, and toads boiled in the green boiling soup—things like that.

Only the lounge chairs and tables by the window were moved to the corner, and a complicated purple magic circle was drawn on the ground. The magic circle seemed to be alive, and the purple traces flickered on and off regularly, as if it was breathing.

In the center of the circle is a... small clay flowerpot.

"You seem disappointed?" Werther raised his eyebrows.

Xiaolong and Aini did not find any strange and mysterious traces of witchcraft, and there was no lizard tail or cockroach legs in the room. A magic circle—well, a beautiful magic circle was placed alone in the room, and it was indeed a bit lost.

No matter what, it doesn't look like something that will explode.

"Is that flowerpot a bomb?"

Adrian approached curiously.

The little dark brown pots looked like any pots sold at a country fair, nothing magical about them.

At least not outwardly.

"There will be no more explosions," Witte said.

Adrian couldn't get any closer.

Only when he was close enough to the magic circle could he feel the magic resistance that made his scalp tingle near the magic circle.

"How many enchantments have you made?" The elf couldn't help complaining.He felt short of breath.

Elves are pure creatures of light, and this room is filled with the power of the necromancer with a dark element.

"Some things are always safer." Looking at the magic circle, a soft expression appeared on the necromancer's face.

Although they couldn't get close, both Adrian and Aini saw that there was something in the flower pot they thought was empty.

A small, timid green bud stood quietly in the flowerpot.

Although the green shoots are small, it can be seen that they have been carefully cared for, and the two petals of fresh tender green look very cute.

Green plants always make people feel peaceful.

"Did an explosion really happen here?" Aini began to be a little skeptical.

The necromancer didn't answer.

Ever since the elf and the little dragon entered the room, he hadn't taken his eyes off the flowerpot.

Adrian vaguely understood.

The green shoots in this flowerpot may be what keeps the Necromancer working hard.

Although Adrian couldn't see the magical effect of that little plant at all.

But at this stage, Werther didn't intend to explain to anyone, and then he threw Aini and Adrian out of the room.

"Looks like we're going to swallow that stunted plant in one gulp." The elf complained dissatisfiedly and went downstairs.

Not responding to the elf's invitation to go out together, Adrian stood in the corridor in a daze for a while, then suddenly rushed back to the room.

Mr. Noble was sitting on a large reclining chair, sleepy, when he was startled awake by Xiaolong who bumped into his arms all of a sudden.

Reflexively reaching out to hug Adrian, Iss secretly felt that his ribs might be in danger of breaking.

But placating an agitated dragon is more important than ribs.

Adrian buried his head in Mr. Noble's shoulder, and began to describe what he saw just now with a bit of inarticulate speech.

Ice didn't want to pour cold water on it, but...

"Sounds like he wants to grow Eggsia out of a flowerpot?" Mr. Noble sorted out Xiaolong's words.

Adrian also slowly calmed down, and began to be dumbfounded.

"Does the necromancer also have the function of a gardener?" Black magic is really broad and profound.

He also began to wonder if Werther knew what he was doing.

"Is Werther too tired?" Adrian asked hesitantly.

He could not imagine a plant bearing anything but fruit.

The necromancer certainly knew what he was doing.However, Mr. Noble found Adrian looking up at him in a foolish way, which was very funny.

Adrian laughed at Ice's sudden peck on his earlobe, but he still pushed his leaning shoulder.

Mr. Noble raised his eyebrows.

"Well, Werther..." Adrian has not forgotten the question discussed before.

Ice sighed inwardly.

He recently discovered that Adrian has a bad habit of worrying about others.

So did Casey, and so did Werther.

"Werther is smarter than you think." Mr. Noble patiently explained to Adrian.

"Although we don't understand his behavior, there are always various kinds of black magic. We can't deny the results of his hard work just because we haven't seen it.

Xiaolong blinked, thinking it made sense.

but……

"What does Ed want to buy at the auction?" Seeing that Xiaolong seemed to be continuing to discuss the academic issues of black magic with him, Mr. Noble quickly changed the subject.

Sure enough, Xiaolong, the bumpkin, immediately took the bait.

"I don't know!" Adrian replied happily.

"I have never participated in an auction. Aini said that there will be many good things at the auction~" Xiaolong clenched his fists in anticipation.

"Yeah, especially in the auctions of the Holy Imperial Capital, there will always be some rare things."

"Oh?" Adrian's eyes lit up.

"Well—I remember, a shield appeared at an auction 50 years ago, and it was sold for a sky-high price of 600 million or 800 million gold coins..."

"600 million!" Adrian had a suffocating expression. "What shield is so expensive? What kind of gems are it set with?"

Yisi pretended to think: "There is also a picture book that also sold 450 million..."

Adrian was shocked.

"So there are such expensive things?"

"That's right." Ice kissed his nose.

But Mr. Noble did not say that the shield was made of keel.

Humans have always believed that any part of a dragon is a premium material - even if they usually do not have the ability to obtain it.

Therefore, items related to dragons will always be charged at a particularly high price.

He couldn't guarantee that he would know how Adrian reacted to seeing those products.

More importantly, he got a booklet after qualifying for the auction.

Before the general auction starts, a booklet will be published to recommend some main highlights and particularly valuable things to the participants.

Stunning mermaids, maps of lost ruins, stuff like that.

But this time something caught Mr. Noble's attention.

if it is real……

Ice thought of the shadows that passed over the house when the moon was full, and the silver light.

sigh.

I am really becoming more and more like Adrian's father, and he is still a good father.

Iss squinted his eyes and looked at the little dragon who was twisting and twisting happily on his knee, and took a deep breath secretly to suppress some vague feeling.

Ed was still young.

but……

Dad?

Mr. Noble's dark green eyes darkened even more.

Xiaolong doesn't need to worry about anything.

Regardless of whether his guess is right or not, Yisi has already made up his mind.

When Saka's matter is resolved, he will be taken back to the Emerald Valley, and no one will give it to him.