Palm Dragon

"You seem to have something to say, my butler." Iss turned around in the corridor and looked at Layton who followed.

"You lost your composure," said the old housekeeper.

Mr. Noble paused, and walked into the study in silence.

Since Casey woke up, the study room has almost been the territory of the little bat.

The rare little blood clan was absent today, probably slipped out.

By the time Iss sat down at the desk, his emerald green eyes had returned to calmness without waves.

Except for Layton, no one could have noticed a slight fluctuation in Yisi's mood just now.The seemingly joking prank just now was not as easy as Yi Si showed.

In fact, it is more like a small movement to cover up out of control.

"It's become more and more unstable recently." Iss leaned his body on the back of the chair, with the legs of the chair hanging back in the air, and his slender legs crossed over the desk.

The seemingly casual slouched stretch made Leighton feel even more out of place.

Even the angle of the cuff buttons has to be adjusted meticulously, Iss has always disdain to do this kind of "informal" action.

He would consider them demeaning, although he did them with a haughty aesthetic.

Layton closed the study door.

"I don't feel anything." With these words, Layton's old and dry skin seemed to be going backwards in time, and it quickly smoothed and tightened, and the white hair began to gradually change color from the roots.

"The beautiful Lady Pagrama told me that Saka's enchantment has loosened."

Yisi tilted his head, watching his butler's body go through astonishing changes.

The already straight body became more upright, and the skin became white and elastic without wrinkles and old color.Except for the Nofiler family, the appearances of the blood clans are too delicate to be real.In many cases, appearance and strength are directly proportional.

Both the eyes and the hair have returned to a beautiful blood-red color, and Cappadocia, who looks at least 40 years younger, also sat down opposite Iss. Even though his thin and tall body has become younger, it still maintains a straight posture and is neat. The contour lines give people an unintentional and cold feeling.

"You mean, 'he' is waking up?"

"Probably." His long silver hair covered half of his face. "Even though we were reluctant, there was a really tricky connection between me and him."

So, when the feeling of being ready to move became stronger and stronger, Is occasionally couldn't fully control his emotions.

The disappearance of Adrian exacerbated this feeling, and Mr. Noble rarely felt that the situation was difficult.

Cappadocia didn't speak, he remembered the first time he met Iss.

The smell of blood was so thick that it couldn't be shaken off, and the moonlight-colored shirt struck up a conversation as if joking.

Sometimes Layton wondered if he had walked away instead of agreeing to Iss's butler, would he have been so exhausted until he disappeared.

After all, His has been half-dead for nearly 100 years since then.

The skin now as smooth as carefully polished ivory was then cracked like the lowest mummy, and the hair, like a faded moon, gradually loses its luster of silk and turns dead gray for a long time, Is needs Cappadocia to support his body to drink a glass of water.

"If possible, I really hope you can stop what you are thinking now, Cappadocia." Mr. Noble smiled.

Although his expression changed a lot after he returned to Cappadocia, the long-term relationship allowed Yisi to guess what his butler was thinking just by intuition.

For Yis, the days when his body was exhausted to the extreme due to lack of strength was one of his few blemishes.

Because it was so ugly, it was an unspeakable shame.Mr. Noble sighed inwardly.

Is was actually quite surprised that Cappadocia was willing to agree to his half-joking request.

But it was precisely because of having a powerful all-purpose housekeeper that Yisi was able to recover slowly in a short period of time.

Although it is a short time, it is actually almost 100 years.

In the days when he was comatose or weak, the idle prince of Cappadocia actually found the joy of managing his life. If it weren't for Cappadocia's timely adjustment of the environment and protection, Is might have lived in that luxurious castle in the north. Turned into a real mummy.

"I'm going to lament the relentless passage of time." Ice complained with a smile. "I forgot how long it has been since we met."

"But you must remember what you were like at that time."

"Cappadocia, if you hadn't said this, I would have been angry." Mr. Noble glared at him. "Forget those things, we all made each other pay."

And he didn't want to recall the embarrassing past at all.

"Maybe the angel will deal with you more neatly this time," Cappadocia said.

"Ah—maybe." Mr. Noble looked at his toes: "I can't beat him now."

Both angels and demons possess great power, and both lose and lose in the battle that bets on each other's lives.

"Although the war was not beautiful, he was redeemed and I was free." Yisi said softly.

"But he lost his body and you lost your strength," Cappadocia said unhurriedly.

"You always like to tell the unpleasant truth." Ice smiled.

"What are you going to do?" Neither Leiden nor Cappadocia like nonsense.

"The enchantment is just loose," Mr. Noble casually played with the ring on his finger. "He hasn't really woken up yet."

"..." Cappadocia expressed his contempt for Yisi's mediocre mentality with his eyes.

"There will always be a way." Iss reassured, "What we have to do now is not to touch that old and immortal pigeon, but to find a way to bring Adrian back."

The angel who is always nagging and praising God belongs to the same creature as the cooing pigeon in the square in Mr. Noble's opinion.

"Don't you already have a solution?"

"You really know me." Ice agreed. “I really wish I had fried elderflowers for dinner, it definitely wakes up my zest for life.”

Cappadocia simply got up and left.

"Still so serious." Iss chuckled as he watched Cappadocia's back disappear through the door.

Suddenly there was a sound of flapping wings outside the window of the study, and Iss looked out of the window, and his beautiful emerald eyes gradually narrowed.

"An angel... After so many years, do you think he is just as stubborn and helpless, my old friend."

Of course the little birds would not pay attention to Mr. Noble's soliloquies.

So Essie withdrew his eyes from the little bird melancholy, and turned to admire his melancholy side face on the window glass.

So, what was Adrian doing while Mr. Noble looked at himself?

A: I was moved by what Bello said, and I was going to go back to pack and say goodbye to Is and the others, and followed Bello back to my hometown.

B: Shocked by what Bello said, he violently expressed his dissatisfaction with Dragon Island.

C: Reminded by what Bello said, he told the whole purpose of looking for his father, and then found the clues, and met Bello with tears.

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

·

Well, no matter which answer you choose seems to be the most logical, it's not.

the answer is

D: Diarrhea.

Before he had time to react to Bello's words, Adrian's belly bulging like a balloon revolted.

The aristocrat who restricted the fat dragon's diet was wise, and Adrian finally paid a heavy price for his intemperance at the table.

The chubby belly quickly deflated in less than half a day, and Adrian managed to get up from the toilet.

The gentle maid put a towel wrapped in herbs on the little black dragon's stomach, and lit incense in the room to soothe the nerves.

Bello sent back Tutuma, who performed his medical skills on the spot, and all his sympathy and love for Adrian turned into shock and worry.

The night before he was so drunk that he was delirious, and today he was so delirious because he had eaten too much and had diarrhea. Bello felt very guilty when he saw Adrian moaning sadly.

After dismissing the guests, Landis was also taken aback by the suddenly haggard little fat dragon.

Although we haven't been together for a long time, the image of Adrian, who is flying around with a shy belly, has undoubtedly always been cheerful, and Landis feels really pitiful when he suddenly loses his spirit.

Adrian finally felt better after emptying his stomach, lying on the bed and moaning weakly.

Bello went to see the bearded old man and hadn't returned yet. Landis took the opportunity to pluck Adrian's tail when he had no strength to resist.

Adrian thought for a while, and repeated Bello's words to Landis.

"What does 'back to Dragon Island' mean?" Adrian asked.

"It's literally." Landis said unhurriedly.

Adrian kicked him with his fat hind leg.

"It means, let Bello be your father." Landis dodged the fat leg attack. "Be his child."

Although Bello looks very young, as long as the dragon is willing, he can maintain his youthful appearance.

So Bello is definitely old enough to be Adrian's father.

Adrian fell silent suddenly.

Landis probed, but because the little black dragon was sleeping on his stomach, he couldn't see Adrian's expression.

"Adrian is unwilling? Don't like Bello?"

After a long time, Adrian's voice came out muffled: "I like Bello. But I have a father, and Bello also...has a child."

"Who said that?" Landis said. "Bello has no children."

……

Adrian fell silent again.

"Bello let you touch the egg, can you feel it?" Landis's deep voice knocked on Adrian's heart.

Hate.

Adrian thought.

He doesn't like a sad atmosphere, it makes him want to cry.

In that hot secret room before, he almost couldn't control it.

Adrian blinked under the quilt, not wanting the sudden moisture in his eyes to wet the quilt.

Of course he could feel it.

He knew it when his paws, curious and timid, dipped lightly into the fire and touched the egg.

That small egg, which was placed in the warm flame and carefully protected by Bello, had no life at all.