The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

Hino has no experience dealing with dragons.

All the knowledge about the character and habits of the Dragon Clan is just hearsay.

But at this moment, he was very sure that the young dragon in his hand looked at him with the eyes of "destroy the world if you don't give milk"!

"Do you have goat milk in your backpack?" Shino asked Di Carlo eagerly.

Di Carlo shook his head: "That thing is too heavy, I didn't bring it with me, didn't you collect two cans? Is there another can?"

"It was broken during the battle just now." Hino's back is still wet.

The two elves looked at each other painfully for a moment, then turned their heads nervously to look at the cub who was on the verge of going berserk.

"Zizi——Zizi——" The two dragon horns on the top of the young dragon's head began to brew purple lightning...

Di Carlo rushed to the old priest's side quickly: "Is there any milk or goat's milk! That baby... no... our Duke is thirsty!"

"Of course." Hobson turned his head and ordered his subordinates, and immediately went to inform the servants to prepare fresh milk.

Where is there still time to send a message?Hino directly raised the young dragon, followed the troll warriors and rushed into the castle kitchen!

At the critical moment when the pair of black and golden dragon horns crackled and started to spark, Xino pushed the cub's chubby face into the milk basin!

How dare this daring blond elf humiliate the enraged dragon warrior in this way!

The two troll warriors on the side quickly retreated to the corner in shock!

"Ta~ta~ta~ta..."

The dragon cubs who were held in the milk basin began to suckle desperately!

The troll warriors broke into a cold sweat for Hino, but fortunately, the mysterious dragon warrior was more magnanimous than expected.

In fact, the main reason is that they are hungry, and the cubs can no longer care about the feeding posture.

Hobson who came later looked at the cubs in Xinuo's hands, and asked with a smile, "If you two don't have experience in taking care of dragon children, I can assign servants..."

"No need!" Xinuo was worried that Hobson would plant eyeliner to monitor him, and flatly refused: "We know how to take care of it."

Di Carlo immediately stood beside Hino to chime in: "We are experts in caring for young dragons, we have received special training, and we don't need foreign aid."

Hobson raised his eyebrows and questioned: "Specialized training?"

"That's right, under the guidance of the royal priest!" DiCarlo boasted without blushing, and pretended to be very skilled in ordering the servants: "Please go get some honey and mix it with goat's milk, it tastes better."

Hobson was stunned for a moment, and reminded in a low voice: "As far as I know, eating honey for young dragons will affect the speed of dragon scale formation, and it is forbidden before adults."

Di Carlo: "..."

There was an awkward silence.

Hino silently glared at the revealing Di Carlo.

Di Carlo licked his lips nervously, and suddenly replied loudly: "I want honey myself, why don't you bring me some honey to go with my tea?"

Hobson pursed his lips and smiled: "Of course, please do it, Your Excellency."

Xinuo thought that this cub could drink three pots of milk in one go, but he didn't expect this little guy to be loud and loud, and it took half an hour to finish one pot of milk.

He didn't ask others to move the basin after drinking. The little chubby buried his face in the milk basin and licked it reluctantly. Xinuo could only add another bowl of milk from the edge of the milk basin.

This young dragon didn't know how many days it was hungry, and sucked half a bowl of milk vigorously. Suddenly, it hiccupped and spit up its milk. .

"Drink when you're hungry." Shino handed the milk pot to the servant, and rubbed the cub's belly to avoid spitting up again.

This familiar post-meal soothing action evokes the cub's memory of its mother. The cub raised its head, and its pair of wisteria-purple pupils stared at Shino's face with confusion.

The dragons have a photographic memory for the marked enemies. This is a talent engraved in their fighting instincts. Even in the face of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield, they can remember every face of the enemy. It is absolutely impossible for people who appear in hostile forces And then mixed into the camp of the Dragon Clan.

Xinuo had attacked the cub, and now he fed the cub another pot of milk.

In the cognition of the Dragon Clan, there is no calculation method that balances grievances and enmities.

The marked enemy and the person who is breastfeeding and rubbing his belly are absolutely incompatible identities in the young dragon's consciousness.

This kind of contradiction caused the cub to fall into cognitive confusion. He raised his fat head and stared at Shino endlessly.

Shino wiped off the milk stains on the young dragon's face with a wet towel, then picked it up and followed the servants to the guest room that Hobson had arranged for them.

Although it is a single room, the room is very spacious, with two beds facing south, an animal skin rug beside the bed, and a delicate small dining table on the rug.

Shino put the baby dragon on the bed against the wall.

Finally returning to the familiar living environment from the wild, this dragon cub jumped up and down on the bed excitedly, sniffing everywhere, trying to find a familiar smell.

After all, it doesn't understand that it will never find its mother's breath again for a long, long time in the future.

Fortunately, it is too young to know how to miss, but it will not stop looking.

"This is a prison cell at all." As soon as the servant left, Di Carlo angrily paced back and forth in the room: "There is no window, this old man really doesn't give him a chance to escape."

"It's still too late to leave." Hino didn't want to hurt Di Carlo: "Didn't you say you want to go back to the Black Forest for help?"

"Unless you come with me." DiCaro remained stubborn: "I have been expelled from the Black Forest, even if the lord is really willing to come with me to save you, Hobson only needs to say that you have already let you go, and then you will leave." There is no proof of death.”

"You can't guarantee my safety if you stay, and you may even risk your own life."

"You also know that you may be killed?!" Di Carlo asked.

Shino blinked, but said nothing.

"Can you tell me what you are going to do?" DiCaro glanced sideways at the dragon cubs who were playing happily on the bed, and finally asked all the doubts in his head: "How can such a small dragon cub appear in this place?" ? Is it a child of the Royal Dragon Clan, or a child of the Liberal Dragon Clan?"

"You shouldn't be involved in this matter." Shino refused to answer.

He can see that De Carlo is a righteous and violent elf. If Hino reveals his purpose, he may be regarded as a lunatic by De Carlo. De Carlo will definitely not sit idly by the lunatic's plan to murder the dragon cub .

"If I was afraid of causing trouble, I wouldn't have been expelled from the Black Forest." Di Carlo looked at Hino firmly, "From the moment you said the phrase 'I'll protect you' to me, I've regarded you as a brother, no matter If you want to do something absurd, just tell me the reason, and I will accompany you to the end."

Hino replied: "I can't tell you the reason for now, I can only tell you that I must take this young dragon out of here."

Di Carlo looked into Hino's eyes, nodded for a while, and said, "Okay, it won't be too late if you are willing to tell me, no matter what, I will try my best to help you."

Fighting for almost a whole day did not exhaust DeCarlo's vigorous energy. He lay on the bed until midnight, and DiCarlo suddenly got up and lit the lamp, then tiptoed to the northeast corner of the guest room, and moved the wardrobe in the corner.

Immediately afterwards, the knocking sound of "dongdong" caught Hino's attention.

"What are you doing?" Hino walked up to Di Carlo with the lamp, and found that he was squatting on the ground, hitting the wall with an arrow.

"This wall is connected to the outer courtyard." DiCarlo was holding an arrow, hitting the wall one after another: "Maybe I can create a 'window' for this guest room."

"You want to dig a wall and escape?" Hino reminded, "This manor is full of troll warriors on duty."

"Without the 'window', who knows where those soldiers are patrolling? And how to plan the timing of escape?" Di Carlo gradually increased the force of knocking on the wall.

After thinking for a while, Hino took out an arrow from his quiver, squatted down and knocked on the wall together.

He asked: "DeCarlo, why were you expelled from the Black Forest?"

Di Carlo chuckled, and said helplessly: "It's strange, isn't it? I, an elf with a sense of justice, was actually expelled."

"It's not surprising." Hino replied frankly, "I'm just curious about what you did to make the tribe finally can't stand you."

Di Carlo's character is somewhat similar to him, but he made no secret of it. It will be a matter of time before he is expelled.

Hino was almost expelled when he was nine years old, and DeCaro looked at least 16 years old, and the elves had done everything they could for him.

"What are you talking about?" Di Carlo looked at the blond elf with dissatisfaction: "Don't you think it's wrong for a kind elf like me to be expelled?"

Hino didn't answer, and concentrated on knocking on the wall.

"Why don't you talk?" DeCaro asked.

After hesitating for a moment, Hino told Di Carlo what Uncle Barton said to him many years ago: "You are mistaken, Di Carlo, elves don't need to be kind, they just need to protect. The duty entrusted to us by the gods is to protect, and we can only In this way, the order of the seven races is maintained. It is the fighting race that maintains the order through destruction. If the elves and the Aowei take over the duties of the fighting race, the balance of the seven races will be broken, leading to disaster."

Di Carlo turned his head and looked at Hino in surprise, his eyes suddenly filled with astonishment and loss: "I thought you were different from other elves."

Hino replied calmly: "It's nothing different, I'm just the most ordinary elf."

De Carlo's light green pupils, which had always been full of energy, were suddenly filled with sadness, like a traveler who had just found his belonging and lost his companion.

He clenched the arrow tightly as if venting, and slammed into the wall. The arrow broke in response. He lowered his head to look at the broken arrow, only to find that the arrow had already been bent. No scratches at all.

"What material did this old man use to build the wall?" Di Carlo looked at Shino in disbelief, and found that the arrow tip in his hand had also been bent to one side, "Don't knock, this wall is harder than iron!"

Hino stopped his movements calmly: "Let's rest first, I will find a way to save you and go out together."

DiCaro raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks to stay awake. He suddenly thought of something and looked up at Hino: "Do you still remember what Mr. Watson said about the hardest substance in the world?"

Hino shook his head. He was 500 years away from De Carlo, and he had never heard of a teacher named Watson. He just asked curiously, "What kind of substance is it?"

Di Carlo raised the corners of his mouth and turned to look at the bed beside him - the dragon cub holding a cheese stick.

A moment later, the cub was lying in De Carlo's arms, still sucking the cheese stick calmly, not aware of what this terrifying elf was going to do to it.

Hino just watched helplessly as Di Carlo pointed the cub's left dragon horn at the wall, and started to turn the cub clockwise as if screwing...

"Ang! Aang!" The cub was so frightened that the cheese stick was thrown away!

Hino made a decisive move and snatched back the frightened cub: "How did you stay in the Black Forest until you were expelled at such an advanced age?"

Di Carlo raised his finger to the wall without apology: "Look - the Dragons never let us down."