The demon king who is favored by the brave is weak and pitiful and helpless

No matter what good or bad things happen, he will always forget the appearance of those brave men.On the contrary, for a dragon that cannot recognize a human face, some other unique things that are different from malicious words will serve as a new memory point, making the whole thing remembered by the evil dragon .

For example, in his hazy vision, the back of the brave man leaving, for example, the taste of the ale he drank in the castle during the harvest festival... When they appear, the evil dragon will once again recall these good memories.

as it is now.

This year's Harvest Festival gave this glass of ale more meaning. The evil dragon looked at the wine glass in his hand and blinked a little dullly.

It was rare for him to take the initiative, and wanted to ask where the ale came from.

It's just that maybe seeing him staring blankly at the wine glass and not speaking, the villager who was sitting next to him thought he was drunk, and before he could speak, the other person took the glass and went straight to find someone else to drink.

Seeing that other people were chatting with their best friends, the shameless dragon was worried about disturbing their relationship, so he simply gave up his plan to ask.

... But it's true, think that these villagers are also drinking this kind of ale today. Although I don't know what the former brave man is doing now, this kind of ale must be very popular in the empire.When he wants to taste this taste again someday in the future, he should be able to buy it directly at a tavern.

Thinking so, the evil dragon continued to sit like this with an empty wine glass.Because of the warning from the brave man, he didn't intend to indulge himself to taste the hangover.

After all, Long, who has never been drunk, has heard of the stupid things other people of the same race do after drinking, not to mention that ale is not very good for him, not as good as sparkling water.

He sat by the bonfire, his eyes unconsciously swept across the crowd, looking for a young brave man with blond hair.And before the evil dragon himself had time to react, his sight was locked on a figure not far away.

At this time, the blond youth was sitting and talking face to face with a girl with long brown hair.The surrounding voices were so noisy that a dragon with such keen hearing could not catch their words.

Although David is just a dragon, judging from his contact with humans over the years, he still knows some of the most basic things.

At the very least, he knew what was going on in that corner just by seeing the girl's extraordinarily soft expression under the bonfire.It's just that compared to the girl's shyness, the expression of the blond young man is much more indifferent.

David looked at the other party with a serious face and said a few words. Seeing the girl's habitual shyness fade away little by little, he couldn't help curling his lips, thinking: It seems that I have found the wrong person again. The person's expression looked so cold, it was absolutely impossible to be his brave man, after all his brave man has always been so gentle.

How can there be such a big difference between people, obviously everyone has such brilliant and gentle blond hair.

The evil dragon shook his head, his eyes went back and forth several times on the golden color he liked so much, and he was about to look away and continue to try to find his brave man in the crowd, but the young man who looked at him just now seemed to notice He turned his head as if seeing his unobtrusive gaze.

David met those blue eyes directly.

He saw that those eyes seemed to be brewing honey from the bottom, and a gentle smile was filling them in bit by bit, like the gold-like luster refracted by the tumbling sea in the evening sunset, it looked beautiful and beautiful. soft.

For no reason, the evil dragon began to be sure that the young man in front of him was his brave man.

Different from all the other blond youths in the village, only the brave man seemed to have a smile in his eyes when he saw him.

Unique and recognizable.

He watched the brave man push his way through the crowd and his heart beat so fast that it seemed to overwhelm all the noise around him for a moment.

David thought he might be sick.

But even if he is sick, he still has to go through the Harvest Festival, not only that, but he also has to go through it with the brave.

The evil dragon opened its mouth and breathed heavily, trying to relieve the suffocation in its chest.However, not only did his breathing not become smooth, but a few sparks sprang out of his throat as a result, flickering in the air a few times before disappearing completely.

The evil dragon quickly shut his mouth, because he was afraid that the brave man would find out that he was unusual, so he nervously covered it with his hands.

David watched the brave man walk up to him, sat down beside him, and happily called his name: "Vorrell."

The mouth was covered with hands, and the tone sounded a bit dull, but the joy in the voice was clearly heard.

"Well," the brave man replied with a smile, "you actually recognized me today."

"Yeah, I'm amazing." The evil dragon was a little proud, thinking about today's discovery, he couldn't help showing off: "Not only today, but I will definitely recognize you in the future."

The brave was obviously very supportive: "That's right, our David is so good."

But it was because he was too flattering and the tone of his speech was too sincere, so that after the initial joy passed, the evil dragon couldn't help but blush in shame.

Maybe it's because the atmosphere on their side is so good, so good that at the beginning, the brave men who refused others with a cold face smiled so happily. The girls gathered together not far away to see it, so they mustered up their courage. Even if Er refused, he probably wouldn't refuse so harshly, and walked over with fists clenched nervously.

It is rare for a good-tempered evil dragon to get angry, but his childhood education has prevented him from making unreasonable troubles at such times, and doing things like pulling the brave man and running away.He moved to the side to give these girls a space where they could stand, and then sat on the side and sulked.

The villagers passing by looked a little funny, thinking that he was jealous that Worrell was more popular with girls, and joked: "What's the matter, the brave brother who is jealous of you is more popular, isn't it?"

The dragon said angrily, "I don't have one."

"Okay, okay, no." He smiled and took a sip of ale, "I think you will be more popular than him in the future, and after these little girls are all rejected, you will definitely wait for the brave to confess like now Same, wait two years for you to grow up, and then confess your love to you at the Harvest Festival in the coming year."

"But that's all for the future." The villagers straightened their faces, but at such an annual grand ceremony, they couldn't be regarded as serious expressions, "They have been here since the day the brave moved in." I've been waiting, until this year's Harvest Festival. Finally, I finally got Worrell to participate this year, so I finally mustered up the courage, don't intervene and interrupt today."

... As early as this brave man from a big town moved here, whether it was his temperament that was different from the youth in the village or his handsome face, it had to be said that he made the girls of the school age in the village feel excited, not to mention that Looking at it, people feel that the family conditions are extremely superior, and the identity of "brave" is itself attractive to the little girl.

David felt that what the other party said sounded a bit strange: "Why do we have to wait for this year's harvest festival? Is this year a special year?"

There is actually a reason for the evil dragon to ask this question, because he himself once welcomed nearly a hundred brave men to his door in one day during the [-]th anniversary of the dragon slaying in the legend of a certain brave man... Although the dragon that was slaughtered in the legend has not been He is still alive, but it can also be seen from this that those brave men have an inexplicable love for some days and years.

The villagers looked puzzled: "What's the point of this?"

The evil dragon asked: "Then why do we have to wait until today? What if we miss it? Isn't it normal?"

Villager: "Because of the legend, couples formed at the Harvest Festival will be blessed by the goddess...Of course, I think it may be because there are many people confessing today, even if the confession fails, it will not be too conspicuous."

"Oh, so that's the case, what about the Harvest Festival before?" the evil dragon asked a little bored.He also found time to distract himself from watching the brave man calmly refuse after politely listening to the long narration, and he even noticed an inexplicable proficiency in it.

Of course, the expressionless expression of the brave man over there also made him lose the desire to continue looking down, so he returned to his senses and quickly reacted: "Oh, I see, he probably hasn't moved here this time last year, Right."

He took a sip of wine, and his tongue was a little stiff due to the paralysis of alcohol, but this did not affect the evil dragon's understanding: "No, their family moved here last spring. It was just a few days before the Harvest Festival last year. God, he packed up his armor and weapons to challenge the evil dragon. Maybe he fought too hard, and he didn't come back on the day of the harvest festival... But it didn't affect much. A brave man like him must have seen it before. Have you been to a grander festival?"

"Didn't you come back to participate in the Harvest Festival last year?" The evil dragon widened his eyes in astonishment, and his heart beat wildly for some reason.

David once again thought of the unique harvest festival in the castle, and remembered the golden hair color of the brave man.It's just that when he wanted to see the eyes of the brave man in his memory clearly, the whole body of the other party seemed to be covered by a hazy mist, so he couldn't see clearly.

The evil dragon pressed the bridge of his nose and lowered his head in frustration.

The empty wine glass in his hand gave the dragon a little hint at this moment, whose memory has never been very good. The brave man who has never been very lucky finally got the favor of the god of luck again.

The evil dragon's nervous voice sounded: "Then, can I ask where you bought your ale? This wine is really delicious. I want to buy some for myself and take it home to drink later. By the way, I will give it to my family. Taste it." He stammered and began to flatter and lie, which he was not good at.

Fortunately, the man on the opposite side was not very sober at this time, and couldn't hear the reluctance in it. He talked about the origin of this ale in a somewhat proud tone: "This is an ancient recipe passed down from generation to generation by the old Neil's family in our village tavern. It’s you powerful nobles who can’t drink wine with the same taste outside.”

The evil dragon's mind immediately went blank, and the thick layer of fog in his memory dissipated, and he finally saw those smiling blue eyes clearly, just like what he saw through the crowd and the bonfire not long ago.

……

——He and Worrell may have known each other earlier, so early that he hadn't appeared before each other in this appearance.

The evil dragon's mind was a little confused, and he waited blankly, waiting for the girls who confessed to the brave man to leave.

Just now he felt that he was a little unhappy to be disturbed, but now he couldn't wait for a few more to come out of the nearby grass to hold the brave man back, so that he could think for a while longer here.

... If it wasn't for worrying that if he drank too much and got too drunk, he might turn into a dragon and fly around in the sky like his fellow clansmen.

"David." The brave man next to him finished his business, first called the dragon's name, and then sat down next to him.

When the evil dragon heard this sound, he was shocked immediately, and the empty wine glass in his hand trembled, almost falling to the ground.

"Vorrell," the evil dragon took a deep breath to adjust his mood, and tried his best to suppress his beating heart, "Vorrell, have we met before this?"

The brave looked a little surprised: "Yes."

Hearing that he actually admitted it so directly, the evil dragon began to feel a little uncertain.

His tone could not help but carry a bit of hesitation: "What I said before was not before the Harvest Festival, but... it was the earliest start, before you knocked on the gate of the castle this year and invited me to come here to be the Demon King...you do you know?"

The smile on the brave man's face became more and more obvious: "Yes, I knew it a long time ago."

The evil dragon became more and more nervous, afraid that the brave man would draw his sword at him in the next second... Even though he himself knew that this possibility was unlikely, he was still afraid of this happening.

He swallowed subconsciously to relieve his tension.

It's just that if you swallow too many times, it will inevitably cause some small side effects.

"Then do you know that the evil dragon on the mountain is actually very boring all the time." He stared at the face of the brave man opposite, and used up all his experience to speak euphemistically, so euphemistically that it was a bit irritating. He couldn't understand, and even at this moment, he directly ignored the evidence that fell out of his mouth - a few flickering sparks.

The brave man touched the dragon's head: "I know, because the dragon has never had any subordinates to accompany him to relieve his boredom, right?"

"I remember more things than you may remember yourself."

The evil dragon breathed a sigh of relief, and his heartbeat eased a lot.At this time, I suddenly heard the brave man muttering such a sentence, and he was a little unconvinced immediately: "That's not necessarily true, I remember it too."

If this conversation happened before this time, it would be really difficult for the evil dragon to match the Vorrell in front of him with the blond brave men in his memory.But with today's little discovery, he feels that it is not difficult to recognize people.

The evil dragon gained confidence, so he began to inflate: "Don't believe it, I remember it. Last year's Harvest Festival, you must have made a special trip up the mountain to see me."

The dragon omits the evidence that reminds him of the event.

Brave: "Yes, that is indeed me."

After getting an affirmative answer, the evil dragon was slightly relieved.

He adjusted his sitting posture, turned around and faced the brave man: "Is it you who made a special trip up the mountain to tell me a story and talked about the 'brave slaying the dragon' spread down the mountain?"

The evil dragon was even ready to throw the blame away. If he guessed wrong, he would say that he had too many brave friends, and accidentally misremembered things...

However, he still thought too much.

The brave man smiled: "That's me."

"...Let me just say, how could an ordinary brave man say such things to the evil dragon?" The evil dragon muttered a few words casually, and finally solved the doubts he had after seeing such a drama that was contrary to the story .

For the fact that most brave men don't like him, the evil dragon himself is quite used to it.On the contrary, the brave man on the opposite side, even the smile on his face froze for a moment when he saw this.

The evil dragon continued to tell the story with the brave man: "The one who helped me drive away the brave man who was squatting at the gate of the castle crying because of defeat and refused to leave, and then walked in and chatted with me, was that you?"

The brave man hesitated for a moment, and then showed a stunned expression: "What? Is there anything else like this?"

The evil dragon subconsciously felt something was wrong, and frowned slightly.

"Then the first person I met who knew how to knock on the door, walked in politely and gave me a gemstone as a gift, is that you?"

"No."

"What about the one who visits me on the fifth every month, isn't it you?"

"...No, I only come to you occasionally, after all, I'm usually so busy... Then it should be some other brave friend of yours."

"..."

The more the evil dragon heard it, the more he felt that something was wrong. In the end, he simply shut his mouth, sat aside and recalled carefully, and began to doubt his own judgment.

The brave man next to him breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, for a face-blind person, being able to recognize him occasionally is already quite rare.

Although the other party seems to have guessed correctly so far, but if you are face-blind, you will definitely not be so confident in your own recognition level.After a little refutation, I can't help but start to doubt my own judgment.

Of course, it wasn't a prank or it took him so long to think of it, so he deliberately wanted to take revenge. It's just that he suddenly realized that the dragon in front of him seemed to be too lonely in the past.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of brave men who go up the mountain to challenge the dragon every year can reach hundreds or even more than a thousand.

If there is any legendary anniversary, just the brave ones will have to form a long line in order to challenge alone in order.Sometimes the team is long, and the brave who is determined to fight alone like the legend even has to give up his obsession with fighting alone, and then has to form a team with other braves to complete the whole process of the challenge.

How could a face-blind man be able to find him alone among so many brave men who went up the mountain? It wasn't because he was strangely shaped and broke through the limits of human beings, so that Long could remember him at a glance, or he was the only one who had gone up the mountain with so many brave men Willing to sit and chat with dragons.

And his face is obviously still in the normal level of human beings, not so "earth-shattering".

From this point of view, the result is somewhat obvious.

Of course, if he has to say it, most of what he thinks can only be regarded as guesses, not very accurate.But if he has to bet on the two possibilities of "the dragon remembers his face" and "he is the only brave man who is kind to the dragon", then he would rather choose to give up the whole gamble.

After all, when the dragon mentioned his brave friends to him, the expression on his face looked so happy and proud.

He hoped that the dragon only occasionally remembered his face, and in the memory of the evil dragon, he still had many brave friends who were friendly to him.

They are scattered in all corners of the empire, meeting and chatting with the dragon in the castle on the fifth day every few months or years.

...Maybe David remembered his face and picked out these memory fragments specially, but...what if?

The brave man looked at the dragon in front of him softly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He even thought of some suitable comforting words to prevent David from feeling frustrated in the future.

However, unlike what he expected, when the evil dragon looked up at him again, there was almost no hesitation in the other party's eyes: "That's right, I recognize it, it's you!"