Palm Dragon

It feels strange to fly in the shadows.Adrian thought.

Even with his unusually good eyesight, he couldn't make out anything but darkness around him.

I seemed to be soaking in viscous butter, and the air seemed to slow down the flow.

In the dark, no matter how good the sense of direction is, Adrian doesn't know where to go.

Not even milk.

"Witt, where are we going?" Put down the Necromancer who lowered his head.

Werther seemed to be awakened suddenly, and then he seemed to be able to breathe again.

"Are you okay?" Adrian looked at him cautiously.

Witte shook his head, raised his hand and pointed forward.

With a sound of "Peng", a long and narrow light appeared in front of him.

Then there was silence again.

After hesitating for a while, the little black dragon decided to take this as a guiding light to get rid of the darkness.

Still picking Werther up in his mouth, Adrian stepped carefully into the light.

"Oh, come out—"

Stuck by the sudden light, Adrian raised his head and half-closed his eyes to recognize the elf's face.

Layton on the side stretched out his hand and pulled the necromancer out.

Only then did Adrian realize that they were back in the closet in the warm living room of Little Red Riding Hood's house.

The fireplace in the stone wall was burning brightly, and the dancing flames lit up the whole room red.

A long-lost little bat was grabbing a thin wooden branch and throwing it into the already vigorous fire, making a slight "cracking" sound.

Aini carried Adrian, who was immersed in the emotional return...to the table.

Then inhale—

"You idiot, will you get lost even if you go out to play? Even if you get lost, you can't find your way home? If you can't find it, even if you can't find it, what are you doing in the base of a dragon whose fangs are longer than your body?"

Adrian was immediately shocked by Aini's breathless scolding sentence, but he still grasped the point in the series of roars: "Well, I am also a dragon..."

What does it mean that the fangs are longer than his body, and he will have big fangs when he grows up.

And strictly speaking, Adrian was well received by his fellow countrymen.

Especially the golden apples are very fragrant.

Aini wanted to say something, but Layton stepped forward and pulled him away.

Then open the closet door again.

A small skeleton rabbit jumped out.

"Milk." Werther sat wearily on the recliner in front of the fireplace, waving to his pet.

So the little rabbit resolutely bypassed the enthusiastic outstretched hands of the elf, jumped straight to the necromancer, and jumped onto the master's knee.

A very hurt Aini once again focused on Adrian as he tried to slip off the table.

"you--"

"Ah."

The second time was interrupted.

The closet door opened by itself this time.

Adrian straightened up immediately.

The long silver hair seemed to illuminate the dark closet, Charmander stared intently at Iss who was slowly walking out of the closet.

It was obviously an old closet that already had cracks, but Yi Si looked like a nobleman who was about to attend a grand ball, and had just stepped off a luxurious carriage.

His deep green eyes scanned the living room, and before he could speak, the little black dragon rushed over on his own initiative.

Yisi smiled and caught the black ball that was flying straight into his arms.

Adrian's paws wrapped around his long-lost beautiful neck, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Even coming out of a cobwebbed closet, it still shines so brightly.

Hehe, as expected of his Mr. Noble.

Holding Adrian's slumped butt, Iss let Adrian giggle in his arms in a good mood.

In fact, there are many times when Iss takes Adrian's idiocy as part of the joy of life.

For example, now, instead of tears in his eyes at the reunion two days later, Xiaolong grabbed his neck with joy. Mr. Noble can also classify this as an expression of his longing.

Those dragons seemed to be feeding his Adrian well, though.Yi Si weighed the meat ball in his hand without any trace.

"Welcome back, Ed."

Putting his face on his neck, Adrian felt the vibration of his chest when he spoke, and felt very happy.

At Bello and Landis, there are beautiful flowers and soft beds, and strange (==) but delicious food. Adrian has never known that he missed this gentle voice so much.

And... Adrian turned his head.

The old housekeeper happened to take out a large hand-woven basket from nowhere.

"What's that?" Adrian's eyes sparkled.

Iss kissed his forehead: "In order to welcome you back, I think we still have time to make a beautiful cake before dawn."

Leighton lifted the white striped picnic cloth from the basket.

The plump, bright red fruit retains its fresh green foliage, which looks lovely.

"Strawberry—!" Adrian immediately climbed off Iss.

Before the sky outside the window began to light up, Layton had already lit the stove.

Although it was said that everyone did it together, only Layton and Adrian did it.

Iss went upstairs to change clothes, while Ani and Casey, who had regained her human form, rolled into a ball for the biggest strawberry.

Adrian looked into the living room while cracking eggs: "Is Werther all right?" He looked very listless all the time.

Although the necromancer is usually cold, he has never been so weak, which makes Adrian very worried.

Leighton touched his head unexpectedly. "Shadow transfer is not a magic that can be used easily, he needs to sleep."

Somewhat flattered, Adrian grinned and raised the eggbeater. "And strawberry cake." He firmly believed that a pretty and delicious cake was sometimes more useful than an apothecary's herbs.

"Yes." Layton finally beat the egg bowl.

The egg whites and yolks had been separated by Adrian, and Layton poured some sugar and olive oil into the egg yolks, and of course mashed strawberry puree.

The little black dragon pushed a long-necked bottle over with its tail.

The old butler raised his eyebrows.

Adrian Star Eyes.

Well, add sugar and olive oil, strawberry puree and wine.

At this time, Mr. Noble also went downstairs, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Adrian vigorously stirring the egg whites.

Why does Adrian's stomach on the table look less round?

Is rubbed his chin in thought.

It is indeed heavy to hold, but the belly is a little deflated.

Adrian turned his head and saw Mr. Noble's thoughtful expression. "Is?"

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Iss smiled and stepped over Aini and Casey who were still wrestling on the carpet.

Adrian cocked his tail and handed him the big bowl in his hand.

Mr. Noble took off his opal cuff-links and rolled up his sleeves.

While waiting to bake, Leighton cuts strawberries, and Adrian sits on Iss's lap, excitedly describing what it's like to be lost.

"They're good dragons," Adrian said. "Landis likes apples, Bello likes to lose his temper with Landis."

Landis?Mr. Noble smiled and exchanged glances with Layton.

What a thunderous name.

"They treated me very well," Adrian suddenly remembered the thrilling farewell just now. "But you just had a fight."

In fact, Adrian didn't quite understand why Werther and Is were attacked.

"Probably they misunderstood." Yisi said lightly, not intending to mention the fact that the current Light Dragon is already sensitive and hostile to the dark attribute.

If it was Landis, then he could understand why Werther was discovered so quickly.

And that white dragon... Iss looked at his right hand.

A few hours earlier, a piece of his right sleeve had been chipped off.

Grumpy beauty.Yisi suddenly sighed like an old man.

Sure enough, it is still more cute.

"The chefs there can also cook golden dishes!" Unaware that Yisi had started a wretched desertion, the little black dragon actually jumped on Yisi, so excited that he died.

Ace rubbed his stomach. "Have you eaten enough?"

"En." Adrian was embarrassed. "Too much diarrhea..."

No wonder the stomach seems to be smaller.

Mr. Noble decided to exempt Adrian from vegetables for two days to appease the sick little dragon.

"There is also a bearded old man who said that I am going to be an adult, so I have to eat a lot."

"Adult?" Mr. Noble's hand on Adrian's stomach stopped.

"Hmm, he said I need to eat more, like hibernating."

Hibernate?Ice didn't quite understand what Adrian meant.

Do adults need to hibernate?

Dragons are indeed mysterious creatures.

Adrian couldn't and didn't want to explain it anymore-he didn't remember much about the energy consumption of adulthood, especially when the cake slices were already out of the oven.

Layton flips the thick cake upside down on a wire rack to cool before preparing the frosting and diced strawberries.

"I can't apply cream." The little black dragon raised his paw depressedly.

Claws can't hold tools.

Iss put Adrian on the table, stood up and took the silver knife from Layton.

"What kind of cake does Ed like?"

"Iss can do it?" Adrian was really surprised. After knowing him for so long, Iss never expressed any interest in the kitchen.

Mr. Noble winked at him. "Do you like sandwiches?"

"...two floors."

Layton cut the side of the fluffy cake into three pieces, and Iss spread a layer of cream on the side of the knife, spread the diced strawberries, and covered the second layer of cake.

"A lot of cream!"

The elf, who finally got rid of Kathy's squeeze, raised his hand.

He likes cream.

So the second layer of sandwich becomes a layer of half a strawberry, and squeeze the thick cream in the middle of the strawberry to fill the gap.

Finishing off with the rest of the buttercream spread over the surface, Iss used yellow apricot jam to draw a big... gold coin on top of the cake.

Leighton smeared honey on Ruti's sliced ​​strawberries, and then placed the shiny painted strawberries on top, ignoring the dazzling big gold coin.

On the contrary, Adrian's eyes sparkled.

Aini and Casey had a rare unity of opinion this time, expressing their contempt for the pattern.

"It's so inelegant," Kathy said.

So Layton cut him an undecorated cake—but with two large strawberries on it.

The elf glanced at the natural movements of the two bats, one big and one small, and snorted.

He wants to eat it with milk.Thinking this way, the elf also avoided the tacky big gold coin and cut a large piece by himself.

Adrian wished that no one would rob him, he liked the pattern of gold coins.

"And Werther." Adrian, who was about to lift the plate, thought suddenly.

At this time, the necromancer was no longer on the first floor, and the milk was gone.

"I'll take it to him." Ice smiled. "He must be very tired today."