Palm Dragon

After this strange gale, no matter whether it was a handsome gentleman, a beautiful elf or a wicked vampire, they all disappeared in the street.

Pedestrians on the street soon began to walk lively again.

No matter how many blessings the Holy Emperor receives from the God of Light, it doesn't mean that there will be no vicious incidents here.

In fact, even without darkness, there would be plenty of unexpected events.

Drunk and rude giants, irascible dwarves, young and energetic swordsmen... It can be said that the main duties of patrolling knights in the holy imperial capital also include solving riots.

So people are basically not surprised by the sudden magic duel or riding competition, especially the Holy Emperor is a place where magic elites gather-this small commotion was quickly drowned in the noise.

Only the beautiful blond girl was still looking around unswervingly.

The young man froze for a moment, then suddenly took his sister's hand and left.

"Brother?" Kiki pouted.

Although she is from a magical family, the young lady of the Francher family has always had the right to choose to inherit magic, to be a noble magician, or to be a fireball hail away from danger, and to be a truly outstanding lady.

Therefore, Qiqi, who was only willing to spend time on etiquette and poetry since she was a child, did not feel the magical fluctuations contained in the gust of wind just now.

The young man's expression was strange. "Kiki."

"what happened?"

"We should go back at once."

"Why?" She didn't even ask the handsome gentleman's name.Qiqi, who didn't understand why her brother had an inexplicable conflict with them, was a little unhappy.

"For the sake of the God of Light, don't ask." The young man held her hand tightly and did not slow down. "I really hope Grandpa and Father are back from the Holy See - I'll have to ask them..."

On the other hand, Aini, who was also blinded by the wind, only felt the ground under his feet shake. When he opened his eyes, he found that something he couldn't understand happened.

"What's going on here?" The little black dragon broke free from the elf's arm and flew up.

The armchairs with checkered cushions, the thick linen curtains, the half-burned firewood they filled into the big stone fireplace before they went out, the air smelled of burnt pine.

This is the Little Red Riding Hood house they rented.

"We have been brought back," said the elf angrily.

God testified, he didn't even see what the streetlights of the holy imperial capital looked like!

On the first day of the ceremony, Adrian lost it, and finally got out, but was sent back inexplicably.

Didn't they come to the Holy Emperor to play?

Obviously, it was either Layton or Iss who didn't ask for their opinions just now, and thought that the time for going out to play should end early.

"Why did you come back so early?" Adrian asked after flying behind Iss, hugging his neck. "They're bullying Kathy." And they haven't refuted it yet.

"We must at least make him apologize!" The little black dragon held his paw.

Iss squeezed his palm and comforted him with a smile: "Confronting the great magician of the Franch family on the streets of the holy imperial capital is definitely not good for us."

"Great magician?" Adrian froze for a moment, then recalled: "That kid hasn't reached this level yet."

Although it is a juvenile dragon, the young human youth is indeed just a child in Adrian's eyes.

Although Qiqi's brother spoke arrogantly, Adrian could see that the aura representing human mana on him was not strong enough to reach the great magician.

Usually, the purer and stronger the color of the aura, the deeper his magic power.

And that young man's aura obviously does not belong to the category of "strong".

Even compared to ordinary people, his aura covers his body more evenly and a little thicker.

That just means maybe he has good talent or foundation.

Adrian could burn off his fine white robes with dragon fire, revealing his proud buttocks.

That scene must have been interesting.

Monsieur Noble pulled him down, and seated him in the arm-chair.

"That child is indeed not a big deal, but the Franch family behind him is the most obvious extreme representative of hatred of the light on the continent of Ori. Until now, it is said that they still retain the original Franch family master in a certain castle to fight around. The countless spoils of war - specimens of various demons, and it seems that there are dried vampires hanging in the clock tower of the castle.

Absolute rigor.

Casey looked indifferent: "Franche's hatred for the dark is not something that happened last year. They have never said any kind words from this standpoint."

"He insulted you, and what he said is 'unkind' to describe it is too kind." Aini glared at him.

Casey was a little surprised by Aini's words.

Ever since he got into the carriage of Adrian and Iss, this elf has given him a lot of embarrassment, even fighting for food with himself, but at this time he is speaking for himself?

The elf was baffled by the little bat's eyes.

"I've lost my way to the Holy Imperial City—don't look at me like that." Casey rolled her eyes. "Recently, the channel of the blood race has been a little unstable, and I drank some wine."

"So you go to tease the Miss Francher?" the elf interjected.

"I want to correct your thinking. Pursuing true love and flirting are completely different things."

"Peeping and stalking is the pursuit of true love?" Adrian also remembered.

Iss kissed Adrian on the forehead. "Don't mistake the role model, otherwise the consequences will be very serious."

"What do you mean? I'm a bad example? What serious consequences!"

"He was beaten half to death and hit our carriage." Mr. Noble glanced at him.

Casey flinched.

Mr. Noble is obviously beautiful as hell, but when he looks at you, he is extremely scary.

"Anyway, you offended Franch and us because of that girl." The elf kicked him.

"Well...'Confront the Great Magician head-on'." Adrian repeated Iss's words.

"You mean, if the child is taught a lesson, he will find the parents?" Adrian blinked.

"I'm afraid that's what I meant." Iss took off his coat and leaned comfortably into the cushion. "His father—or grandpa would never have liked the dark more than he did."

Layton brought out a large steaming teapot from the kitchen.

Before pouring the tea, he half lifted the lid of the pot and put in a few mint leaves.

The scent of herbal tea boiled with dried lemon permeated the living room as Layton poured the tea, and Adrian felt a little more relaxed.

"It's useless to seek parents after being taught a lesson." Little Black Dragon dropped down on the tea table with disdain. "I never look for backers to back me up."

Even though he was bullied by a huge Tier [-] double-headed fire snake when he was young, Adrian didn't go home to wipe his tears. Instead, he lay in ambush for half a month before sneaking in when the monster was too full to move. out of its nest.

But that snake really has a way, he has collected so many crystal nuclei and crystals that he has been entertained for a long time... Adrian couldn't help being distracted.

"I'm afraid I haven't been taught a lesson yet," Iss gracefully picked up a teacup. "I'm already looking for my parents."

"What does this mean?" Aini was choked up.

"I mean, we may have to go to the city hall as soon as possible." Mr. Noble put down his teacup, smiled and sighed. "It's a pity, I like this house very much."

"We're leaving?" Adrian turned around, his tail raised.

"If we're willing to be caught up in the search of the Frankers' house."

Adrian put down the teacup blankly. "But..." He hadn't asked about his father yet.

And, can't say goodbye to Bello and Landis too?

He also left a message saying he would go find them.

"Ed doesn't want to leave?" Ice asked softly.

Adrian scratched his head.

"We can stay a little longer." Ice reassured him.

"really?"

"I promise. The Francher family has always only chanted slogans but always lacked action." In his opinion.

It doesn't matter if Francher is lucky this time and wants to know the meaning of overreaching.Ice took a sip of tea leisurely.

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The bright full moon, the black robes, the quiet branches and bones.

A shallow silver basin was half filled with clear water, and the half-burned candles were occasionally disturbed by the wind, and the shadows reflected on the ground were strangely elongated.

The little skeleton rabbit squatted on the table, looking at its master motionlessly.

In Werther's palm lay the little bottle.

"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."

His words were recited silently by him many times before dark.

The moon had risen to a suitable height, and the young necromancer twisted open the bottle in his hand. The liquid inside was unexpectedly viscous, and when it was poured into the basin, there were small ripples.

He stared intently at the silver basin, the clear water turning purple.

Calm purple.

The reflection of the moon, which also turned purple, swayed, but there was no other movement.

What the hell is this... Werther frowned.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the water in the basin remained unchanged.

Witte didn't think Yis would trade with fake things, he had learned to wait in the long past.

But the little rabbit has always been impatient, so impatiently, Milk pricked up his ears to peek.

The master seems to be in a daze.

So the little skeleton rabbit began to crawl forward on the ground.

Well, it's getting closer...

wait until

When the necromancer was alert, Milk's front paws had already reached into the basin.

"Milk!" Werther quickly picked up his rabbit.

But obviously it was too late.

The water in the basin was swaying, and the reflection of the moon was broken into pieces.

Then suddenly it boiled.

The necromancer stared at the bubbling water and put down the milk.

It turned out to be like this.Turns out the so-called 'hint' is...