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

"Yes! We have fatter Spine Bears here!" The group of bad boys began to compare in strange directions.

"Songbi bear has soft fluff, which is very comfortable to touch. Your cubs have no fur. It looks..." The child looked at the little purple guy in the arms of the silver-haired elf, and said sourly: "It looks like it feels like it's in the hand. Not very good either!"

Seeing that the cubs were not cooperating, DiCaro had no choice but to raise his head, stared fiercely at the group of bad kids, and retorted loudly: "Bears are all puffy! If you have the ability, take your sorby bear out of the water and let them die again. Compete with our cub to see who is fatter."

Hino: "..." This guy's competitive spirit really covers all aspects of life.

It was unbelievable that the group of bad boys on the opposite side had a guilty conscience. Maybe Songbixiong was really puffy. They muttered a few rebuttals before turning around and leaving, giving up the competition.

In any case, Di Carlo used his unique method to save the little servant of the Tomi tribe.

"Are you all right, kid?" Di Carlo stepped forward to check the injury.

The little attendant looked about eleven or twelve years old, his face had been beaten beyond recognition, he stood up from the ground with difficulty, and bowed to Di Carlo: "Thank you for sending them away."

"Are those bad boys children of the troll clan?" DeCaro asked him.

"No, sir." The attendant replied sadly, "Only the tallest one is a troll, and the others...the others are all Tomi villagers from our village who came to work in Lord Hobson's manor."

Hearing this, Hino frowned all of a sudden: "Why did they help that troll kid bully you?"

The attendant faltered: "They... they were assigned to do chores in the garden and kitchen, and only I was selected by Lord Hobson as a servant, and my food and clothing conditions are much better than theirs."

Hino and DiCarlo were a little dazed when they heard the words. The elves could not understand the jealousy and hatred caused by unfair interests. Most of the infighting and exclusion among the same clan would only happen among the Tuomi and Wu clan.

"If they often bully you, you can go back to the village to farm the land." Di Carlo suggested.

The little attendant lowered his head when he heard the words, a tear suddenly dripped from his swollen eyeball, and he replied in a low voice, "Lord Hobson will be angry."

Hino reminded him: "Hobson is your priest, and he has the curse mark planted by the priest on his body. He dare not embarrass you."

The little attendant raised his head, and replied in a low voice with fear, "The villagers who leave here will die unexpectedly soon, as if they were cursed."

A moment of silence.

"It's so disgusting!" Di Carlo was filled with righteous indignation: "When I leave here, I will immediately go to the palace to find High Priest Naijia to accuse Hobson of his crimes and seek justice for you."

Hearing this, the little attendant's eyes flickered slightly, and he reminded excitedly and nervously: "Please keep your voice down, kind-hearted Elf Your Excellency, this manor is full of eyes and ears!"

Under the leadership of the attendants, Di Carlo and Shino became familiar with the terrain of the manor, and also learned about the number of people on duty at the manor during the day and night.

Hobson had only six troll warriors and two witch apprentices under his command, one of them was a troll who was underage, and most of the men guarding the manor were Tomi tribe and a troll warrior who rotated every day.

This news made the two elves very excited. The enemy's fighting power was not as strong as imagined.

Di Carlo also became more convinced of the possibility of escape, and immediately began to dig the wall when he returned to the guest room, and Shino also got busy with him.

In the evening, the cub rolled off the bed, quickly jumped between two elves squatting in the corner, stood on tiptoe, and grabbed Hino's knee with its claws: "Ang!"

Most of the time, the cub moves slowly. Whenever it moves so fast and vigorously, it must be hungry.

Hino put down the arrow, patted the dust off his hands, and prepared to nurse.

"I'll do it." Di Carlo actively took over the job of feeding the cub this time, picked up the cub, got up and walked to the dining table, poured a glass of milk from the kettle, and brought it to the cub's nose , let it smell it.

"You have to feed it with a spoon." Xinuo reminded him: "The mouth of the cup is too small, the meat on its face can't get in, and it can't lick the milk."

"No need." Di Carlo raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his evil face.

Seeing the chubby face of the cub in his arms stuffing the cup anxiously, DiCaro slowly raised his hand and lifted the silver cup to his mouth...

The cub's gaze followed the warm milk, and a pair of vine-purple eyes looked at Di Carlo expectantly, eagerly urging: "Ang huh!"

Di Carlo raised his head and "gudong gudong" drank the whole glass of the cub's milk in an instant!

The cub's little bun face was stunned!

With eyes wide open, he stared at the person who drank all his milk without blinking!After a while, he blinked his left eye blankly.

"Ang! Aang!" The cub who came back to his senses instantly opened a pair of small dragon wings, raised his head and flicked his tail vigorously!Express anger!

Di Carlo announced in a low voice: "This is a punishment for the cub's disobedience."

"Di Carlo." Shino's warning voice came from the corner: "Don't mess around, it will easily spit up milk if it is too excited before the meal."

"You can't get used to it too much." DiCaro protested: "We stayed in this ghost place to save it. We should let it understand the meaning of fighting together."

"Give it the milk, Di Carlo." Shino calmly urged while digging the wall: "It can't understand what you say, and if you grab its milk, it will only make it feel uneasy, and the uneasiness will make it sleep instinctively." If you want to expand the range of defenses, you and I will be punished in the end, and I promise you don’t want to try the power of plasma fluid.”

Di Carlo wondered: "The dragon cub is almost three years old and still can't understand our language? I thought it just couldn't speak our language."

Shino sighed, put down the arrow, got up and wiped his hands, took the roaring cub from Di Carlo's arms, and began to breastfeed it himself.

"The dragon's vocal cords have a unique organ that can send out and organize a low-frequency signal wave, expressing ideas that are richer and more intuitive than language. The relationship between the baby dragon and the biological mother is more complicated using this more intuitive way. Communication, which is much easier to learn than our language, so young dragons can easily resist learning the complex language communication methods of other ethnic groups, miss the best language learning period, and also cause most adult dragons to be poor at language expression."

Hino patiently passed on the knowledge learned from the high priest of the blue night to Di Carlo: "The world thinks that the dragons are taciturn and have weird thinking. In fact, the dragons are just more accustomed to expressing emotions in a unique way of vocalization, but we can't receive their feedback. With a special way of communication, I can't understand their thoughts, and I even think they can't speak."

Di Carlo looked at Hino in surprise: "Why haven't I heard this knowledge from the teacher?! Where did you hear it from!"

"..." Hino realized that he seemed to have slipped his tongue by accident.

The physiological structure of the dragon race is relatively unique, and the number of extra races is only a pitiful 49, and most people will never see one of them in their lifetime, which makes it difficult for the world to study them in depth.

Some of the mysteries related to the Dragon Clan have only been solved one by one in the past 200 years. Now, going back to 500 years ago, I am afraid that even the Wu Clan has very little understanding of the Dragon Clan, let alone the Elves and the Aowei Clan.

"It was told to me by a Wu clan teacher." Shino explained, "It's just his guess."

"This is an incredible discovery!" Di Carlo looked down at the cub in Xino's arms: "Xino, we should teach this young dragon to communicate in language, so that we can figure out how this mysterious race lives every day. What are you thinking, and figure out why the Liberal Dragon Clan suddenly launched an attack on a certain group."

"It's still too young..." Sino had to complete the assassination task before the young dragon transformed, and I'm afraid there would be no chance for Di Carlo to teach the cub how to communicate with other races.

"You can teach it slowly." Di Carlo was very excited about this: "From now on, every time before breastfeeding, let him understand the meaning of a word."

Hino looked down at the suckling cub in his arms, and sighed desolately. This little guy's life was short enough, and he really didn't want to torture the cub by learning a foreign language.

Each race has its own characteristics. It seems that it is very difficult for most elves to understand emotions such as hatred, jealousy, and greed. Similarly, it is also difficult to force dragons to get used to the communication methods of other races.

After feeding a glass of milk, the cub immediately turned out its belly, gnawing its little fat paw and waiting to be stroked.

Di Carlo brought the cup he had just used in front of it, and taught him patiently: "What you just drank was milk, cow—milk, do you understand?"

The cub gnawed on the chubby paw and entered the mode of being full and in a daze, ignoring De Carlo.

"Hey! Ignore me and I will have no milk next time." Di Carlo threatened seriously.

Hino suddenly remembered something, looked down at the young dragon, and tried to speak: "Ilsa is so good?"

The cub who was in a daze suddenly stopped nibbling his hand, as if activated and on standby, he opened his eyes and stared at Xinuo.

"It seems to understand?" Di Carlo looked at Hino in surprise: "Why can it understand what you say? You two knew each other before?"

Hino felt it was amazing, and tried to whisper again: "Ilsa is so good? Come here?"

The cub lying in his arms suddenly jumped up and lowered its head towards his chin.

The baby dragon once again invited Hino to stroke the horns.

Hino: "..."

"This little fat man can actually understand us!" Di Carlo was very dissatisfied: "Why does it only talk to you?"

Hino shook his head and said, "It may not understand it, it may only know that these few words are expressing its love for it."

However, Xino didn't touch its small dragon horns, picked it up and lay on his lap and continued rubbing its belly.

"I understand." Hino speculated: "The young dragon should not be able to directly understand the language, it must be combined with practical actions to make it understand the meaning of each sentence, such as picking up the milk cup before feeding and saying 'drink milk' to it , pat the bed before going to bed and say 'sleep'."

Di Carlo asked him: "Then how do we make it understand the phrase 'demonstrate against that troll'? There are only a few trolls in this manor that I can't deal with, as long as this young dragon cooperates to deter them, We can escape easily."

Hino shrugged helplessly, it might be too difficult for the cub to understand this sentence.

For the next few days, Di Carlo was observing the back garden through the hole in the wall. There were no trolls nearby to handle him, and the Tuomi people who passed by downstairs from time to time were all patrolling.

Di Carlo planned to dig the hole in the wall completely within three days and escape at night.

However, the next morning, among the attendants who came to deliver breakfast was the Tomi child rescued by De Carlo.

After the child put the meal on the table, he took the opportunity to turn his back to the other attendants, and gave DeCaro an eager wink.

Di Carlo didn't notice it, but Xino keenly noticed the abnormality. He immediately warmly greeted the child to stay and have breakfast, and asked the other attendants to leave the guest room.

When the footsteps of the other attendants went away, the child immediately grabbed Di Carlo's arm and said anxiously: "Mr. Elf, please find a way to get out of here quickly! When I delivered tea to Lord Hobson last night, I heard his apprentice outside the study saying... the magic circle is ready, and the elves will disappear tonight!"