Palm Dragon

The night in the holy imperial capital was cooler than that in the Emerald Valley, and Adrian rolled himself tightly into a ball.

The sheepskin lamp in the room suddenly dimmed.

The little black dragon sniffed, feeling even colder.

Learn about Soso.

The uninvited guest of night appeared on the fusiform window sill facing the garden in the room.

Milk looked around vigilantly.

As a little guy who was once beaten to pieces in the holy imperial capital, any troubles are worth noting.

It doesn't want to let the master work hard to collect his soul, and then rebuild the bones again.

The little rabbit with unpleasant memories jumped off the window sill after confirming that there was only the smell of the little black dragon in the room.

The large bed with soft sheets looks comfortable, but its height frustrates the little bunny.

It had no choice but to grab the sheets and climb onto the bed like an uneducated monkey.

But what hurts his self-esteem even more is that no matter how much it scratches, scratches, picks, kicks, or bites, Adrian remains motionless.

The dragon skin was indeed as thick as the rumors said.

The skeleton rabbit had to give up the task of waking Adrian up and jumped to the table.

There is a pot of Urla fluorescent grass on the table, which emits a faint green light in a dark room.

This is usually placed in the bedroom by people in order to avoid the trouble of turning on the lamp when getting up in the middle of the night. The mild light can barely see the furnishings in the room, but it will not be too dazzling to affect sleep—milk can occasionally be used by the undead The mage collects wild fluorescent grass to prepare some mosquito repellent water.

But the light provided by this lovely plant doesn't satisfy Milk right now.

It needs more light.

"Ah Choo!" The little black dragon sneezed.

Milk turned his head sharply.

A small spark that has not been extinguished in front of the little black dragon's nose slowly falls.

Next to the fluorescent grass is a windproof lamp.

Adrian felt his nose itch again—and after two big sneezes, Milk hopped back onto the table on a chair with a lint wick that was successfully ignited.

In the blink of an eye, the room was illuminated by a hurricane lamp.

Immediately, a large shadow spread under the table outside the range of the light.

The little skeleton rabbit immediately jumped off the table and crouched in front of the strangely large shadow.

The shadow melted away like an ice cream in the summer sun, and slowly a thing protruded.

It was the hood tip of the necromancer's black cloak.

The skeleton rabbit happily leaned forward, and after the necromancer stood up completely, he let the cold fingertips lightly touch his bone chin.

The little black dragon on the bed turned over comfortably.

After silently praising the milk, Werther turned around and found out silently that Adrian had gained weight after only disappearing for two days.

He really won't spoil his appetite wherever he goes, the necromancer thought.

But he didn't know that if he hadn't just had diarrhea, the little black dragon would be even more spectacular.

Everyone was trying to find a way to get the lost little dragon back, and it turned out that the object of their efforts was well received.

If it hadn't been for Yiss promising him that in the event of all the worst disasters imaginable, that house would be the last safest place, if it weren't for that goddamn master-slave contract...

The unbalanced necromancer couldn't restrain his dark mind, his usual cold expression became ferocious, and he slowly and silently stretched out his hand to the little fat dragon who was snoring on the bed.

"Hey——" Adrian was pulled out of the dream full of frosted pumpkin pie, and before he could open his eyes, he cried out in pain.

But his mouth was immediately covered.

Werther let go of the hand pinching Adrian's cheek, and waited for the little black dragon to fully open his eyes before giving him the freedom to speak.

"Werther—?" Adrian thought for a moment that he was dreaming.

Otherwise, how could the necromancer who should have locked himself in his room to grow flowers appear here?

"Let's go." Werther said concisely.In the holy imperial capital, his power was somewhat suppressed, and this was where giant dragons gathered, so he was actually not sure whether his shadow space could really hide these bright dragons.

Although Mr. Noble gave him a small amplifier, so that the necromancer can send milk over in a short time to open the shadow space.

But no one can guarantee that a group of guards will not rush out to catch the infiltrator in the next second.

Walk?It took Adrian three seconds to digest the necromancer's words.

Want to leave the Hall of Shengde?Adrian's first instinct was to jump up and get out of bed.

But the conversation with Landis before bed popped into his mind.

Haven't asked about his father yet... Adrian hesitated.

He has been imagining it since he was so young until now, and he hasn't had time to take a look at his father.

Landis and the others came from Dragon Island, maybe his father is here, in the Holy Virtue Hall, so close to him...

If you just leave like this, will you never have such an opportunity again?

Maybe this is the only chance I have to get close to my father.

And Bello...

Werther picked up the milk and looked at the struggling little black dragon. "My strength may not allow you to slowly brew a long farewell letter." Each exit can only be opened once, and you must find another place to open it again after you use it.

And this is undoubtedly extremely power-consuming, especially for necromancers in the sacred imperial capital.

Or... "You don't want to leave?"

Adrian looked up.

He misses him.

Two days, although it was only a short period of time, he had already begun to miss the faint fragrance of Mr. Noble and the embrace of Mr. Noble every night.

... Well, maybe Leighton's cookies are something he misses too.

Werther stood by the bed, watching the little black dragon unconsciously straighten his tail with a tangled face—it was a sign of Adrian's nervousness or high concentration.

"Iss is waiting for you outside." The necromancer dropped a sentence indifferently.

"Then I'll leave a letter..." The balance in Xiao Heilong's heart immediately tilted tremblingly to one side.

I didn't feel much before, but as soon as Werther said that name, Adrian suddenly realized that he missed Mr. Noble so much.

Even though we have only been separated for two days, the desserts here are also delicious.

But Adrian still wanted to go back.

but……

"and many more."

Adrian made gestures on the head of the bed with his paws.

Fortunately, this is not the carved bed used by the lady. The smooth walnut board allows Adrian to easily draw crooked marks.

When the little black dragon was still pressing a paw print on the wood, Werther suddenly turned cold.

"It's too late, let's go."

"what?"

Adrian was lifted by the tail by the necromancer, and quickly dragged to the window sill.

In the next second, the weak-looking necromancer neatly led a little chubby dragon over the window.

Werther didn't bother to explain that he just discovered that a force began to spread rapidly like ripples around a certain point in the palace, which looked like a routine exclusion inspection of the palace.

It turned out that the dragon was not as careless as he thought.

The necromancer was a little surprised that milk could sneak in easily.

It seems that the patrolling of those guards is closer to the surface of routine - I am careless.

Werther sneered, this kind of indiscriminate magic cleaning would remind him of some bad memories.

The power spread quickly, and Werther stepped across the flowers and ran towards the edge of the fence that had been scouted in advance—now he didn't care whether he would disturb the patrolling soldiers, the power that was conducting the magic investigation made him instinctively alert just by approaching .

Sources of power that give him this feeling are usually tricky for Werther.

Adrian was inexplicably carried upside down, and Werther's expression was so cold that he felt that now was not a good time to chat.

He had to look back to see what happened.

But the gardens and buildings behind him were extremely quiet in the dark night, and there was no fluctuation in the air at all.

What is Werther nervous about?

Damn rich.

Werther complained in his heart.

This garden is simply ridiculously large, and his two legs can't run away from the light force that covers the entire Shengde Hall like a tide.

And it seems to be found.

The necromancer was forced to turn around by the pressure behind him.

The forces that were originally evenly spread began to gather and chase here.

The necromancer felt a little dizzy.

The too-similar magic of some great magician long ago reminded him of something inappropriately.

It's really like the breath of the Holy Wind...

The necromancer's footsteps began to slow down.

The high wall was in front of him, but Werther felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and the pendant-shaped power amplifier hanging around his neck gave off a faint light.

"Wett!" The hand holding the little black dragon unconsciously let go, and Adrian flapped his wings and rose to the same height as the necromancer.

Werther's face became terrible.

Before Adrian could ask a question, he was taken aback by the wind blade that suddenly materialized behind him.

A corner of the garden wall was chopped off with a bang.

The little black dragon covered in cold sweat floated in the air with Werther's collar in its mouth, dodging the frightening attack.

The necromancer didn't seem to hear the sound of the wall collapsing, and let Adrian carry himself.

How come? !Adrian didn't have time to scream, he was busy flapping his wings to dodge the second sudden attack.

But the expected gust of wind did not blow over.

Milk jumped out of nowhere, and behind him was a large black shadow.

And silvery hair blowing in the wind.

"Go into the shadows, Ed." The same gentle voice seemed a little unreal amidst the wind and collapse just now.

However, Adrian also saw a white ball of light roaring towards him, and hurriedly led Werther into the shadow.

Then disappear into the darkness.

Mr. Noble kicked lightly with the toe of his boot, pushed the milk that was still poking around the shadow into the shadow, and then quickly turned sideways——a silver-white cold light cut open in the night, blocking the menacing attack impartially.

"when!"

Yisi was taken a step away by the shock, and fell backwards, with a shrinking black shadow behind him.

Bello, who was also swung away, did not let go of the sword in his hand. Years of life and death experience in the battlefield made him twist his wrist again at an incredible speed and stab the smiling silver-haired man for the second time.

But only a small piece of sleeve was cut.

The opponent obviously had no intention of fighting, and fell into the shadow following the impact just now, and then the weird shadow quickly disappeared.

Bello rushed forward immediately, but there was no trace on the ground.

There was silence again in the garden.

"...He can block my sword." Bello said in a complicated tone, his long white hair was blown up by the night wind.

Bello's powerful magic power and excellent swordsmanship are factors that make the enemy fearful on the battlefield, and they are also the capital he is quite proud of.

Landis, who appeared behind him, was very understanding and did not express his views on the matter.

"You're just not reconciled." Landis smiled.

The little black dragon didn't agree to their proposal, and anxiously wanted to sneak away in the middle of the night. It could be seen that Bello, who liked Adrian quite a lot, seemed very unbalanced.

At first, he thought that the little fat dragon had been abducted, but in the end, he saw Adrian snorting and holding the "intruder" cloak to avoid the heroic appearance of the attack.

But that little chubby dragon wasn't completely heartless.

Landis stroked his chin and motioned for Bello to follow him.

The little one left a very interesting farewell message in the room.

"What's that?" Bailey, who was a little depressed, folded his hands and looked at Landis with a mysterious look, which was very unpleasant.

"Look for yourself." The Dragon King pointed to the little black dragon's bed.

There is a very unique inscription on the wooden board at the head of the bed, with a crooked line of words on it.

to belo papa

I will see you again.

- Pawprints (Adrian)