Palm Dragon

dear molly

I suddenly couldn't transform.But I don't have a fever and I don't drink alcohol.Did you know that there is a disease that can make dragons return to their original shape and be several times smaller?I hope you have heard of this disease, and I hope you know how to treat it.

Ps Paws can barely hold the pen so heartfelt regards to you Adrian

Adrian dipped his paw in the ketchup on the breakfast plate, making a sticky red paw print on the envelope.He is now so small that he can only sit on the table, otherwise he can't reach the plate at all.

"Molly's not a doctor," the elf reminded him, holding up a fork.

"I know." Adrian watched sullenly as Feng Jing took his letter away. "But usually he can give me some good ideas." Hope so.Xiaolong added in his heart.

Iss lifted him off the table and wiped his paws gently with a handkerchief.

"So, is the head sacrifice of the Full Moon Festival still going?" Just tonight.

Xiaolong didn't answer, but buried his head in Yisi's shirt.

Adrian turned back into a dragon, and he wasn't the only one who was depressed.

Although Mr. Noble lost the entertainment of kissing and touching before going to bed, he didn't express his feelings on his face like Adrian.

In fact, it was Mr. Noble's gentle attitude as always that made Adrian less anxious.

Yisi didn't despise him because he couldn't change his human form, Xiaolong was very thankful.

So in return, Adrian generously lent his paws, tail and even his ears when Is always liked to touch his paws and pull his tail at night.

But Layton is very aware of Mr. Noble's wretched dark side—so he flatly rejected Iss' request to make a sheep suit and a bear suit for Xiaolong.

In order to comfort Adrian, since the shock of waking up yesterday morning, there are no peas and lettuce moss on their table.

Even so, Adrian was unhappy except at mealtimes.

"I want to go out." Adrian's vague voice was not much louder than the sound of mosquitoes after passing through the clothes.

"Then let's go out, the fireworks tonight must be more beautiful than the ones in the brochure." Ice comforted him.

"But I'm a dragon now." Adrian was about to cry.

"What's the matter?" Aini smiled and pulled his protruding tail. "You are much cuter than before."

Adrian was depressed and silent.

He has always been inferior to his dragon form, and since he was called a little monster, he has tried to avoid returning to his original form in front of people.Isiani and the others can accept his appearance. He already thinks it is a gift that fell from the sky, but when he goes out in this appearance...

Xiaolong shivered in Mr. Noble's arms.

If he was called a monster by a large crowd, he felt that he would cry in the street.

Ice hugged him helplessly.

It took a lot of effort to coax him out of the quilt yesterday, no matter who praised him as a cute little dragon, he was buried under the quilt and ignored.

Even Werther, who seldom gets out of the house, came to persuade him—maybe half of it was to watch the excitement, but Adrian was surprisingly stubborn.

Yisi didn't know any other way to make Xiaolong, who had too much low self-esteem, go out happily.

In fact, Adrian is only a fire dragon, but his color is similar to that of a black dragon. A dragon should have a lot of claws and wings.Of course, what shouldn't be there isn't long either.

The prototype of the dragon is not so common. In the overcrowded and lively holy imperial capital, there should not be an expert who studies dragons suddenly jumping out of the trash can on the side of the road and pointing at Adrian as a monster.

But Adrian only responded with a snort to his research.

The Full Moon Festival is about to begin officially today, and Adrian knows that not only the Pope will appear, but also the heads of various races and countries will appear—this is why Adrian is unwilling to go out.

After all, the majestic dragon flying through the city gate from outside the city with strong winds and hail and lightning (of course, most of the performance elements) is the highlight of every full moon festival.

Although the process is very short, it is usually talked about for many years.

But this has only one meaning for Adrian: the streets are likely to be full of dragons.

He must not be seen by any Dragon Clan in such a disgraceful appearance.

They were all big dragons that were about to grow up, but they suddenly became so small that they couldn't maintain their human form. Adrian had already cried secretly in the middle of the night.

Even during the day, when he sat on the table eating sausages and saw his reflection in the window, Adrian still had a sore nose.

Feeling that his shirt seemed a little wet, Mr. Noble sighed in his heart, waved Aini's hand playing with his thick tail, picked up Adrian and walked upstairs.

The way he helped a crying dragon blow his nose, Is didn't want anyone to see him.

Werther actually opened the door.

Adrian, momentarily forgetting to sniff, la Laise's sleeve.

The door at the end of the corridor was ajar, letting in sunlight from the room.

The previous overlapping enchantment disappeared.

Adrian jumped down in a hurry.

"White?"

The necromancer didn't answer, and there was a slight crash in the room.

Essie was relieved to see Adrian burst into Werther's room—at least he could get changed instead of blowing his nose.

The necromancer squatted on the ground with his back to the door of the room, and the golden sunlight dyed a layer of gold on his cloak.

The dragon stretched his neck.

In front of Werther is no longer the small sprout that he saw before, but a shiny green one...

"Potted plant?" Adrian leaned over.

Werther ignored him and was carefully breaking the clay pot with a hammer.

In the soil that has been pulled out, it can be seen that the roots of the plants have emerged strongly.

"What are you doing?" Adrian asked persistently.

Witte turned around.

Xiaolong had already sat down on the floor, looking as if he was ready to stalk him.

"The pots are too small," Witte explained.

And there isn't enough light.The necromancer picked up a large piece of soil that had been separated from the flower pot together with the plant and looked at it carefully.

He has never felt so little sunshine as he does now.The necromancer who naturally liked the dark sighed.

Seeing that the necromancer seemed to be in a daze, Adrian secretly stretched out his claws——

Snapped!

Sure enough, the claws that wanted to touch the leaves were mercilessly opened.

He was in a bad mood at first, and Xiaolong was a little aggrieved by Werther being so aggressive, so he turned around and planned to leave.

"Oh—?" The tail was pulled.

Adrian turned his head angrily, but met Werther with a strange expression on his face.

"I remember—you are a fire dragon of light attribute, aren't you?" Affirmative sentence.

Adrian suddenly shivered.

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"Lord Ferris is very busy now." The uniformed guard politely asked the two well-dressed ladies to leave.

The ladies probably felt a little offended by such a refusal, and their faces were a little angry.

"We just want to say a few words to Lord Ferris, sir," said a girl in a light yellow satin dress. "My father wants him to come to the ball."

If it's just a ball, it's entirely possible for someone to send the invitation card - but of course the guards won't say what's on their minds.

He could only put on a embarrassed and polite expression and stood at the door not to move away.

"I really hope you haven't offended the lovely ladies, Charlie." A voice broke the deadlock just in time.

"Master Al." The guard was obviously relieved.

The two girls blushed.

Any girl would be ashamed to be seen arguing with a guard at a man's door in the presence of another gentleman.

So they lowered their heads and handed the invitation to Al, hoping that he would pass it on, and then hurried away with their skirts in their hands.

The blond young man smiled frivolously: "Be polite to ladies, Charlie."

"My name is Theodore, my lord." The guard opened the door for him.

Al paused, smiled and blew a kiss back. "You're lovely, Cyril."

"..." The guard saluted respectfully.

"Your market is really good." Al said as he entered the door, holding the invitation card with perfume in his hand.

"Burn that thing!" Ferrez lay on the bench impatiently.What he can't bear the most is the smell of essence.

"Consider the mood of the lady, Ferris. I dare say they are already discussing what kind of dress will attract your attention."

Fire Dragon rudely put his booted legs on the low table and said darkly, "Are you here to make fun of me?"

Al shrugged: "Of course not. If you don't want to, I won't mention the thing about you being teased, and I will never ask if you have thought of a solution to your hair."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sideways dodged a teacup with amazing strength.

"Get out!" Ferris growled.

Al suppressed a laugh. "You don't need to be like this, the king hopes you can attend the lord's ball, because he has a diamond mine in his hand..."

"Dance?!" Fire Dragon's fist hit the low table heavily. "Let the entire Holy Imperial Capital regard me as the biggest joke of the Full Moon Festival the next day!"

The blond-haired young man finally couldn't help it anymore: "Your hair... poof is actually very cute!"

"Get lost!" Ferris finally shot a fireball at his friend.

Al laughed so hard that he could hardly avoid it, the mural behind him disappeared, leaving a scorched yellow pit on the wall.

But there are already many such pits in the room.

"Or you don't like pink?" Al shivered with a smile while supporting the cabinet.

Who would have guessed that Ferez, who kept lying that he was too busy to get out of the house, actually couldn't go out at all-the bright red short hair turned into pink for some reason.

When Ferris, who was unconscious and with hair the color of strawberry toffee, was thrown at the door of the box, his first reaction was not to be nervous but to laugh his legs off.

"Girls will be crazy about you," Al said with a laugh, dodging the second fireball.

Ferris' veins exploded.

In the past two days, he had burned the white robes of five doctors, blasted away sixteen pharmacists, and smashed countless mirrors.

Then get even more furious.

Because there's nothing he can do with his weird, hilarious hair color!

If it was known that Ferris, the violent and powerful fire dragon, had turned his hair pink, he must have burned the entire holy imperial capital to silence him!