Palm Dragon

Milk actually doesn't like to stay in the space prepared for it by the owner.

There is nothing in its own exclusive space, and usually it can only sleep by itself.

As a thinking skull rabbit, it prefers to be able to wander freely at any time.

And when it was in the forest or swamp with its owner before, it could happily run on the thick dead leaves by itself, digging out delicious small mushrooms under the tombstone.

But ever since he came to this place that made his whole body feel weak, the master no longer allowed it to run around.

It's rare to come out today to let the wind go, but it can't make it happy.

Because the owner is weird.

After carrying himself upstairs, he fell on the bed and didn't speak, and didn't even stare at the huge flowerpot on the windowsill in a daze.

Don't care about yourself.

The rare freedom made Milk a little worried, so he carefully lifted his front legs to the foot of the bed and looked around.

Still can't see the owner's face.

Just when the little rabbit was frustrated, the door was opened.

Mr. Noble, who delivered the cake, saw Milk startled by the sound of the door opening as soon as he entered the door.

Werther knew that he was in a terrible state, but he didn't have the energy or interest to put on a look of ease in front of Iss.

He was too tired to even talk.

Mr. Noble put Adrian's cake with two extra strawberries on the table, and sat down by the table.

Although the necromancer clearly showed that he was unwilling to chat now.

"How much wasted?"

The necromancer sat up and unfastened what looked like a pocket box pendant from his neck.

The solid gold locket was intricately embossed, and what should have been a work of art looked dull.

Mr. Noble hooked it with his fingertips and looked at it.

"It's a pity, I will probably only be able to use it to decorate my bookshelf in the future." The light has completely disappeared, and it no longer has the effect of increasing power.

This amplifier was exchanged by Yisi with an illustration book and an out-of-date alchemist. Although the effect was meaningless to Yisi, the appearance was still quite exquisite.

"I thought you would have a more careful plan." But in the end it was just asking him to send the milk in to open the shadow space.

Werther leaned against the bed rail, his already thin face now seemed to have a sharper chin.

Because Yisi's attitude has always been very firm, and he blindly believes that there will not be too many accidents tonight.

But that magic... Werther looked down at his hands.

Even after so long, the shadow in his heart has not been consumed by time.

So much so that in that case, even the reaction was forgotten.

The necromancer laughed at himself a little.

I was so dazed that I even let a little dragon take me back.

It's so bad.

"Shadows are everywhere, even at the dragon's claws. There's no one here better than you to get Ed back in a place like that."

Witte stopped talking.

"In any case, thank you." Iss put away the amplifier, as if he couldn't see the tiredness and indifference on the necromancer's face at all. "I'm here to honor the gift."

Werther seemed to be reinfused with strength, sat up straight and raised his eyes to look at Mr. Noble.

Iss turned his face to look at the window sill, even in such a late night, there was still a lot of sunshine on the window.

The plants on the windowsill look very energetic, with two big green leaves shaking gently.

"It looks really good." Mr. Noble said softly.

It's a pity that the plant stopped growing three days ago, despite all the care it took.

Werther has spent a lot of energy taking care of it since it didn't germinate, doing various protections in advance.

And a simple pot of small potted plants is definitely not the result Werther hoped to see.

But no matter how the necromancer checked, he believed that he hadn't made mistakes in the steps he should have.

Although the progress is stagnant, the power to instill and the energy to spend will not be less.

Although Werther is very talented in magic, it is inevitable that he will start to feel powerless.

And at this time Adrian was lost.

Then Ace told him that he might be able to provide some clues to his bottleneck in spells.

"I'm in a very confused mood right now, and I really can't think of more details." The beautiful green eyes were half-downcast, and the tone was completely inconsistent with the content of the speech.

"If the lovely Adrian can give me an encouraging smile now, I believe I can remember it."

That's why I sneaked into the dragon's lair in the middle of the night...

Although Iss gave him a strength booster to replenish his strength in a short period of time, the counterattack on physical strength and energy after the effect disappeared made Werther a little overwhelmed.

Of course, Yisi can use the master-slave contract to order him, but Mr. Noble understands the principle of candy and stick very well.

Really need some hints myself.

But these are not important anymore.

Yisi looked back and held out his hand to him.

Werther quickly caught the thing that slipped from Mr. Noble's palm.

It's a small bottle of purple potion.

"What is this?" Is it a plant nutrient?

The necromancer held the potion up to his eyes and looked at it.

Mr. Noble didn't answer directly, but said: "A long time ago, I also did business with grocery stores." Smiling. "Their after-sales service has always been very good."

"What does this have to do with grocery stores?" The necromancer felt that he might have been fooled.

Mr. Noble had an expression of "you don't know what to do".

"Tomorrow when the moon hangs on the third branch, pour it into a large silver basin with a shallow mouth—copper is not acceptable. One-third of the water in the basin can clearly see the full reflection of the moon in the water. If you If you are careful enough, you may be able to get some hints before dawn."

It sounds like unreliable witchcraft, but Is is sincere and confident whether he is lying or explaining the facts. Even if Witte has doubts in his heart, he can't help but hold the small bottle tightly.

"Although that cake is a little too sweet, but the sugar is very good for calming down the mood - Ed wants me to bring this message." Iss suddenly turned to him before leaving.

Before Werther could respond, Mr. Noble brought up the milk and went downstairs.

Ernie climbed upstairs to catch up on sleep after eating the cake and wine, Layton washed the dishes, and Adrian was in the kitchen wrestling with Kathy for the last strawberry in the basket.

Leighton chased them out of the kitchen and was drying the clean dishes with a clean white towel.

Kathy flapped and scratched, Adrian scratched and bit.

Casey, who is no longer a little bat, relied on his size advantage to firmly press Adrian on the table with both hands, but although Adrian was fat, he had a lot of strength, and the struggle made Casey suffer a lot, so he also Not being able to free one hand to reach the fruit basket.

When the dragons and blood clans were in a stalemate, Layton, who had wiped the plate to a sparkle, put down his rolled-up sleeves, and casually swiped his finger on the back of Casey's neck as he passed them.

Casey just felt a chill in his neck.

With a "poof", Ed saw that the pressure on Ryan disappeared.

Before he had time to look back and what happened, the little Panglong jumped up and rushed towards the basket.

Get it!

Adrian proudly held the strawberry and stood on the table in the pose of a hero raising his sword.

Where's Kathy?

Adrian turned back.

Casey disappeared, and a little bat on the table glanced between Adrian and Layton with resentful eyes.

He was bullied!

Ignoring the vicious look of the little bat baring its teeth, Layton unhurriedly picked up Casey—and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then he bowed to Adrian, who was still on the table, and turned to go upstairs.

Now it's just me.

Throwing the strawberries into his mouth, Adrian walked around the living room bored because he was too full to sleep.

Although he only lived there for a short time, Adrian felt that the house became more and more intimate.

The burning fireplace is kind, the kitchen cleaned by Layton is kind, the smell of butter in the air is kind, the carpet that makes one roll and sleep is kind...

And the sky outside the window is getting brighter.

Just as Adrian was dancing ballet on the chair, there was a strange knocking sound.

When Iss was carrying the rabbit downstairs, he saw Adrian jumping off the chair and throwing himself at the window.

Outside the window, a small yellow bird with a short beak was desperately pecking at the window, making a sound of "tuk tuk tuk".

The little black dragon pressed his face to the window, and saw a large light-colored envelope flipping in mid-air.

"It must be Molly's letter!" Adrian hurriedly opened the window.

The little yellow bird flapped its wings and flew away, a gust of wind blew in, circled around Adrian's tail, and then blew the heavy-looking large envelope in.

Only then did Iss remember Adrian's letter.

Seeing Mr. Noble come downstairs, the little black dragon closed the window and flew over with the envelope in his mouth.

Iss opened the envelope and pulled out a large stack of things.

Such a thick letter?

Adrian took one of them and read aloud: "Six large glasses of water, one and one-half cups of figs, one-half of an onion, one celery (chopped), one carrot (chopped ), a stick of fresh basil, a whole clove, two rosemary..."

"What is this?" Mr. Noble also took one.

"A small leg of lamb, 2 ounces of pork loin, six cloves of garlic, a cup of chicken broth, juiced from half a lemon, a cabbage..." Adrian was still reading.

"Why are there vegetables?" Adrian was very sensitive about this aspect.

Ace flipped through a few pieces of paper in his hand.

All similar content.Only the last one is a text message.

Molly sent Adrian a thick stack of recipes.

dear ed

You are coming of age.As an adult you will have sharp teeth, hard and beautiful scales, and fly faster.But before that, you need enough sleep and enough food.You'll need lots and lots of parsley, cabbage, radishes, and every other vegetable you hate if you don't want to face the dilemma of loose scales as you age.

PS: If you really don’t want to eat it, just imagine that old hedgehog whose thorns have been pulled out by you. The dragon’s scales will be more ugly than it.

your faithful molly