Palm Dragon

The evening wind quietly blows into the open window, the luminous flowers on the window sill sway gently, and the faint fragrance slowly diffuses in the quiet room.

The sleeping little fat dragon suddenly twitched.

Yisi, who had always been a light sleeper, opened his eyes and reached out to touch it, but it was not there.

He sat up and lifted the quilt, and found that Adrian, who always liked to wrap himself around his chest, moved to the other side of the bed at some point, and rolled himself tightly into a ball.

Mr. Noble frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to the little fat dragon - and immediately shrank back from the heat.

Iss was taken aback by the unusually high heat of the little black dragon's skin, and the originally dark room brightened up in the blink of an eye.

Yisi wrapped the quilt around the little fat dragon, and gently dragged him closer to observe carefully.

Adrian didn't look anything out of the ordinary, save for the scalding surface temperature.

Little Fat Dragon seemed to be disturbed by Yi Si's movements, and his fat legs began to struggle.

"Ed?" Ice called softly.

no response.

But Adrian didn't seem to like Iss' actions very much, and rolled away with his eyes closed.

After making sure that Adrian couldn't be woken up, Iss frowned and thought for a while, then reached out and rang the summoning bell.

……

In the middle of the night, there was a small commotion in the corner of the Shengde Hall. All the lights in the corridor and the hall were lit, and the bright candles were drawn into long shadows on the wall, following the passing robes and The wind brought by the hem of the clothes jumped.

Bello strode across the garden in a pure white nightgown, followed by a few sleepy but neatly dressed female officers.

Cappadocia's dark red hair had a strange sense of fusion in the night. Bello approached only to find that the young butler had been waiting outside.

Seeing Bello coming, the housekeeper turned and pushed the door open.

Mr. Noble sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Adrian, the bed under him was already so hot from the temperature of the little fat dragon that it was not comfortable.

Walking into the room from the slightly cool open-air garden, Bello immediately noticed the unusual heat here.

The female officer behind Bailong seemed to be fully awake all of a sudden.

Judging from Bello's clothes, Bailong was still in a hurry, but he unexpectedly stopped far away from the bed, as if he had no intention of approaching at all.

"Mr. Richard, Ed has a fever?" Bello asked in a low voice.

"It seems so." Iss looked back and looked at him.

"...I hope you can keep your distance from him."

Ice raised his eyebrows.

"It's almost time - this may be a sign that he is about to grow up." Bello looked at his son who was messed up with the quilt on the bed. "Most of the fire dragons don't like creatures with low temperature around them when they are adults."

In other words, Mr. Noble's body temperature might make Little Fat Dragon uncomfortable.

This is also the reason why Bello, who is a white dragon, didn't step forward to check carefully.

Mr. Noble showed an expression of sudden realization, but he leaned over and hugged Adrian just when Bello thought he would retreat.

The little black dragon writhed in his arms, but he didn't struggle.

It's just that it's getting hotter in the room.

Cappadocia walked into the room again, turning a blind eye to the hot and weird state in the room. "The doctor is here."

In fact, even if he didn't say it, Ice and Bello heard it.

Even for a temporary incident in the middle of the night, Tutuma is quite energetic.

"Second time! Has it become a strange fashion to wake up the doctor in the middle of the night when I don't know it?" The old man's voice was very loud.

Unlike Cappadocia, where the expression on his face was basically unchanged, Tutuma took an exaggerated step back as soon as he entered the door.

"This temperature! Is it actually that little fat man playing with fire in the room?"

The little fat dragon snorted, as if protesting against Tutuma's loud voice.

The thin bearded old man approached the big bed, and instead of observing Adrian immediately, he looked Mr. Noble up and down.

"If I didn't know that you were not a dragon, I would have thought it was you who was going to grow up."

He was referring to the current temperature of Mr. Noble.

In order to cope with the little chubby dragon who suddenly had willful demands on body temperature due to high fever, Mr. Noble made a small adjustment to his body temperature.

Tutuma is obviously not a fire dragon, and looks like he is very uncomfortable with the two heat sources of Ice and Adrian.

However, as a doctor, he was still very conscientious. He signaled Mr. Noble to turn Adrian over. He stretched out his hand and pinched the little fat dragon's mouth open, and took a closer look at his teeth.

"Hmm... those naughty little fangs are starting to loosen... that's a good sign..."

Yisi held up the little black dragon very cooperatively, and asked Tutuma to carefully examine Adrian's claws and scales.

Just as Tutuma knocked on Adrian's scales, the door of the room was opened again, and Ferris stepped into the room, yawning big.

"Fatty has a fever?"

Bello sat in a chair at least fifteen feet from the bed, staring at Iss openly.

Originally, he sent the female officer to call Ferrez over because Adrian would now reject objects with insufficient temperature, and Ferrez would make him feel better.but……

Mr. Noble didn't seem to notice Papa Long's gaze, and he caressed Adrian's stomach unhurriedly while Tutuma was checking.

Ferris walked over in a big way, dragged a chair and sat side by side with his uncle: "It doesn't look like I'm needed?"

Bai Long glared at him.

Being Adrian's father would make the child sad at this time-this already made Bello very unhappy, and the way Is hugged Adrian for granted made him even more uncomfortable.

Tutuma took out a notebook from his baggy nightgown (no one knew why there was such a thing in his nightgown), and wrote and drew on it.

"Just a normal reaction—I think you should go to bed now." The old man's white beard cocked up as he spoke. "It's not the time to make a fuss..."

It is not a short process for a little dragon to become an adult, so it is particularly important for a minor dragon to stay on Dragon Island.

The growth of children always needs the company of elders.

"What are the steps to becoming an adult?" Mr. Noble asked gently.

"It's a big project. It's not a comfortable thing to change teeth and scales."

Yisi lowered his eyes, and the movement of stroking the little fat dragon's stomach slowed down.

Bello, who was sitting on the side, spoke suddenly.

"It's time we talked, Richard...Al Rufado."

Iss didn't show a surprised expression, and indicated that Adrian was still lying on top of him.

"Ferrez." Bello ordered in a deep voice.

Ferris shrugged, stepped forward to take over the little fat dragon, and let Iss follow Bello out of the room.

The conversation between Bello and Iss didn't last long, and the longest candle on the candlestick was half burned, and Mr. Noble came back.

But until dawn, the little black dragon did not wake up.

After there were only Little Fat Dragon and Mr. Noble in the room, Cappadocia closed the door and handed something to Iss.

Now that the dragons in the Hall of Holy Virtue basically know the identity of Yisi, Cappadocia will no longer do unnecessary things to deceive people.

Adjusting his body temperature was not a difficult task for him, but because of the high heat, the already soft nightgown was more docile, and the feeling of sticking to his skin made him feel a little uncomfortable.

What the butler handed him was a small gold hollow tube with gorgeous embossing and a blood-red stamp on it.

Iss, who couldn't move his hands because he was holding a feverish ball, signaled the butler to bring the paper on the table.

Essie stretched out his finger, twisted the tube, and a delicate stopper fell off.

"I arrived last night, it's inconvenient to enter the city." Cappadocia spread out the paper in his hand.Since returning to the holy imperial capital, Yisi began to entrust Cappadocia to pay attention to the matter of Saka.

It was quite a chance last night, the blood prince went out of the city in the middle of the night.

The gold tube poured out following Mr. Noble's movements, and a dark brown thick liquid slowly flowed out from the tube's heart, slowly dripping onto the paper.

The seemingly small tube can store an incredible amount of liquid. After it flows onto the paper, it seems to have life. It twists and twists and crosses on the paper to form small letters one after another.

is a letter.

Iss read the letter again, then lowered his head and touched Adrian's ear. The little fat dragon in his sleep expressed his dissatisfaction with the harassment, and turned around to face him with his butt pouted.

Cappadocia's fingertip lit a pinch of flame, igniting the corner of the paper.

The brown letters writhed and squeezed to the corner where there was no flame, struggling to squeeze together, and then they were all swallowed by the flames.

Not even ashes remained.

"The situation of Saka is very interesting... It seems that all the guys who like to join in the fun have passed." Mr. Noble said leisurely leaning against the bed.

"The barrier will be undone." The butler watched the slowly shrinking flame.

"Why does everyone seem to think that I will suffer?" Mr. Noble asked.

The Archangel cannot be sealed casually. Even Al Rufado, who was so strong that he could destroy half of the continent, had to pay a huge price.

"It is true that part of my power was separated to maintain the barrier, but if Garnandi regains his body, my power will also return-this is the first condition for the formation of the barrier, and none of us suffers."

"Do you think Garnandi will be the same this time as last time?" The prince of the blood clan really doesn't care about world affairs, but this does not mean that he lacks understanding of history.

"Ahem, Garnandi is an arrogant guy, and he will always think that my existence is his shame-I can't deny this." Mr. Noble smiled. "What do you think will change this time?"

Al Rufado is a devil who does all kinds of evil, and is also the object of the archangel's extreme hatred. Everyone in the entire Ori continent knows this.

"There are many possibilities between you." The butler didn't intend to participate in the speculation of the current situation.

"That's right... After all, we were brothers with the same heart—" Yi Si seemed to have thought of something, and his smile became even happier. "This time, even the gods will not be able to bear the loneliness and want to intervene, right?"