ride on the back of a dragon

The deepest cellars are dark and cold, and are usually used to store ice and perishable food.

They didn't leave any light source for Kara, even with his eyes open, there was a borderless darkness.

Carat is not afraid of the cold or the dark, he is just a little worried about his father, and also worried about Fleur and... Hill, there is no need to worry, although Carat actually knows nothing about him, but somehow feels that the other party is a strong and reliable people.

Carat didn't know if it was a coincidence, he had never met a person who made him eager to open his heart, maybe he felt that the other party didn't think he was presumptuous and troublesome.He touched the leather cord on his wrist, and when Hill tied the cord in a strange knot without saying a word, Carla felt that the spring in those eyes was particularly soothing.

Hill always lowered his eyes. Originally, the corners of his eyes were lower than others, and he looked a little innocent with his expressionless face, but his temperament was not as weak and deceitful as his facial features seemed. On the contrary, it was a little inviolable distance feel.What he didn't want to say, Carat didn't dare to ask, always felt that it would offend the other party.But in fact, Hill has never lost his temper with anyone, and he always speaks softly. He only expressed doubts and dissatisfaction for a moment when the two first met.

In the darkness, her sense of hearing and smell became very sharp. Carat heard the sound of dripping water, the sound of footsteps in the building and a few barking dogs, and felt the vibration of the camel's hooves going away.He lost his sense of time, he didn't know how long he was locked up, at least, leave him a candle...

Carat imagined the flickering of the candles in her heart, let her mind go empty, and concentrated on the wax that slid down like tears, and it took a whole night for one to burn out.

One, two.When it burned to the third one, Carat couldn't resist the heavy drowsiness, and fell asleep in a corner.

He dreamed of his mother for a long time.Although she was taller than some men, she was too pale and weak, like the last ray of moonlight struggling before dawn.Her beauty does not seem to fade with time. In the ten years she spent with Carat, she has grown from a soft baby in swaddling to a healthy and naughty boy. The women around her are aging rapidly after giving birth to children. Their skin No longer delicate, the corners of the eyes are no longer shy, and the figure is no longer slim.But Diane didn't. This woman seemed to be an ominous omen that would bring disaster, as the women's endless tongues described, immortal.

She tried her best to stay out of the bedroom for a while every day, sometimes making flowers and plants, and sometimes drinking tea in the shade with a book written by her father.She likes to read bedtime stories for Clara. Even after the age of seven or eight, she can already read most of the text by herself, she still persists. Clara can see that she enjoys it, so she patiently listens to stories that she has memorized backwards.Diane is especially obsessed with the changes in life around her, with carats growing taller, with lines gradually creeping up the corners of her husband's eyes, with gossip and gossip, and with love and hatred in the marketplace.Until now, Carat recalls that she can still feel the great curiosity and contradictory vitality in her frail body.He even guessed that his mother's leaving without saying goodbye might be because after her health improved, she couldn't bear the boredom of this desolate desert to explore the world.

In the dream, my mother was sitting on a strange giant tree. The forks of the dead tree stretched out and divided into intricate branches.She frowned slightly, and tears fell from her silver-gray eyes, dripping into Carat's hair, and the coolness spread from her scalp to her temples, so he woke up.

Opening his eyes and still seeing nothing, Carat sat up, loosened his muscles and bones, and the water droplets falling from the top of his head wet the small piece of hair and the fabric of his shoulders.Carat calculated that she had been disarmed and thrown here for at least a day, and since there was no news for so long, Fleur should be safe.

The footsteps came from far to near, the chains fell to the ground with a clatter, the door of the cellar was opened, and suddenly saw the flames as if it had been a lifetime ago, Carat saw clearly the person who came by the light of the wind lantern, and it was the leader of Duke Mehta's personal guard.The man unceremoniously stretched out his thick arms and grabbed Carat's collar.Carat lowered her shoulders and slightly rotated her upper body to dodge lightly. The guard staggered unsuspectingly and supported the wall with his hands to stand still.

"Damn it." He couldn't help cursing: "The duke wants to see you. Get the hell out of here."

rude.There are not many knights in Chuyue City. He is different from Carat. It seems that someone from the capital awarded him a medal. Although Carat feels that his behavior is far from the knight in his impression, the shiny medal is better than his own Much better looking, with olive branches sparkling with dark emerald inlays rather than plain plain silver cameos.

Duke Mehta and Eben sat waiting for him in the hall, Kla's sword before them, next to the order of knighthood torn from his chest.

"Carat. Do you want to get your medal and saber back?" Eben said.

"Yes sir, I want to get back what belongs to me." Carat found that his voice was hoarse after not speaking for a long time, he turned his head away and cleared his throat.

"Aren't you willing to tell me about the origin of the man in black?"

"Sir, we just met by chance. I don't know his origin." Carat sighed in his heart. If he had known this, he might as well go away with Hill and find himself. It would be useless for them to catch his father.

"Okay, since a knight said so, then I believe you, Carat." Duke Mehta approached, returned the sword, and hung the medal back on his chest with his own hands: "That man is very important to us." If he comes back, you have to do your duty as a knight and help us arrest the man in black. His name is Hill, right? As for the dragon, we will capture it alive and sacrifice it to the capital. I won’t hide anything from you Two years ago, the high priest predicted that the fire dragon would be a catastrophe for mankind. Now it seems that the fire dragon is still young, and everything is still too late. Carat, if we let it go, you will be the chief culprit of the disaster, Betrayer of humanity."

The silver medal was back on her body. Carat touched her heartbeat, but she didn't feel any changes. They didn't have any trust and sincerity. They seemed to think that Carat was a complete idiot, so they used this shield-shaped silver ornament control.

The betrayer of mankind, Hill also mentioned that day, these two days have been filled with such sensational words, Carat didn't feel the truth at all, he remained silent and wiped the hilt of his sword with his sleeve.Probably this sword has been discarded on the table and ignored since the day he was locked in the cellar. The scabbard and hilt seem to be stained with fruit juice and become sticky.Hill is not coming back.He said silently in his heart, with some regret.They could have spent more time together.

"Sir, after Fulong is sent to the capital, what will he do with it?" He knew that the other party was full of lies to prevaricate him, but he still asked with a glimmer of hope: "Will... be killed?" ?”

"You don't want it to be killed?" Duke Mehta asked back.

"It didn't do anything to harm others. It didn't have a reason to be killed, it's not fair." Did Fleur have no right to live just because of an unfounded prophecy?He never felt that the little guy he raised had anything to do with any fire dragon.

"Fair?" Duke Meta looked at him as if looking at the funniest face in the world, and couldn't help but laugh: "Are you pretending to be stupid or naive? Carat, you gambled with a dragon with everyone's lives, and you tried to find fairness ?”

Carat bit her lip, sinking into deep self-doubt.

Therefore, life is weighed by race and quantity. Fleur's life cannot be compared with the lives of many people.

"Sir, may I ask a question?" Carat looked at the man. The Mehta family has been the lord of the Valley of the First Moon since more than a hundred years ago.They gather to appease the nobles, consolidating force and wealth.Duke Meta is nearly forty years old. Except for a few lines squeezed out by smiles from the corners of his eyes, the rough traces of wind and sun in the desert did not appear on him. He is like a tall and straight tree standing on the top of a mountain. , absorbed all the nutrients in the entire barren mountain range.

"Of course. Ask." Duke Mehta always had a tolerant look, not because he was kind-hearted or gentle-tempered, but just because everyone carefully speculated about his thoughts for fear of offending him.

"Why, didn't you tell everyone about this rumor? Why didn't that priest tell everyone about the existence of dragons?" If Clara had known that there were real dragons in this world two years ago, she might have discovered that Fleur was abnormal, and things would be fine. become so passive.

"Tell who? Those people?" The man kept avoiding his eyes and pointed out.Ibn's house was built on a high place in the city, only one street away from the lord's ducal mansion.Aristocrats always like to look down on their territory from a height and watch people working hard: "They don't need to know this. They can't do anything but panic."

"But everyone has the right to know the truth." He himself is one of the "those people" in the Duke's mouth.

"Does the truth matter?" Duke Mehta and Eben looked at each other and laughed: "My child, you are still too young. The truth is never important. Most people just want to know whether they can live better. They are more important than you think. are better at deceiving themselves.”

Carat felt that as a commoner, he was deeply offended. The "everyone" in his mouth was as stupid as a pig and dog, and seemed to only care about the morsel of feed and the piece of straw in front of his eyes.

"Son, I know you're not convinced, you're the only one. Everyone is so full of aspirations and ambitions." Eben also came over, patted Carat's shoulder, but touched the wet fabric, and he aimed at it without any trace. Glancing at the palm of his hand, he concealed his disgust: "You will naturally understand when you grow up. Now, let's feel wronged first."

"Come here, tie his hands up." The Duke summoned his guards: "Tie him outside the city. Spread the news by the way."

Carat was taken aback, and immediately understood their intentions, and smiled wryly: "My lord, he won't come back. It doesn't make sense."

"The credit belongs to you. Carat, this is very important to us, to the entire city of Chuyue, and to the entire desert. You are a child who grew up here, and you are a knight awarded by me personally. You should be loyal to me, loyal to me of the people."

But your people don't know anything about it, Carla thought bewilderedly.

Although summer is coming to an end, the hours of sunshine in the desert are still frighteningly long.They didn't make it difficult for Carat, and someone brought him water from time to time.It's just that he didn't take a bath for two or three days and felt uncomfortable all over. He was glad that he didn't like sweating by nature.

Carat sat alone on the city wall watching the sunset, while a group of guards ate cold honeydew grapes and drank iced tea in the awning inside the wall.They waited all afternoon together in the scorching sun.Carat looked at her reddened back of her hand, and hoped that the unwilling Duke would accept the reality sooner, at least let his father who was implicated innocently be released first.

When the sky darkened, the Duke came with a small group of people, and Clara felt that the matter should be over.However, Duke Meta did not intend to let him go. The calm smile in the morning disappeared, and the lord's face was serious: "Kara, have you thought about it? What I know, the lords of other territories also know."

Carat has no concept other than the Valley of the First Moon.I only know that several territories are subject to the king's capital, and they have always lived in peace.

"Tell me, where will the dragon go? Dawn City? Or Manyin City?" Duke Mehta's facial features tightened anxiously, pacing back and forth.

"I don't know..." As soon as Carat opened her mouth, the wind came.Duke Mehta stopped in front of him, frowned, and restored a gentle smile: "Didn't you say that you just met by chance?"

Carat turned her head, and Hill's figure was getting closer and closer. The thin braid swayed with her steps, like a naughty little tail.

Honeymoon:

He's here He's here!