ride on the back of a dragon

Clara saw a small group of camel riders chasing not far behind Hill, led by a half-man tall Saluki.They have fluttering ears and transparent eyelids that are most suitable for wind and sand. They are agile and fierce, and they walk on the soft sand like flat ground.

He has seen Saluki hunting with the nobles many times. They leaped down from behind their prey, and their sharp canines would precisely penetrate the flesh of the neck, and they would not let go until the prey passed out or died.

Carat's heart jumped to his mouth as the hound jumped across the arc, and Hill was thrown to the ground and rolled a few times following the hound's inertia.The black and white Saluki was raised alive by Duke Mehta.A dog-wolf hybrid, it has half the blood of the desert wolf.It has to play a chasing game in the backyard of the Duke's mansion every day, sometimes it is an antelope that is bigger than itself, and sometimes it is a nest of flexible rabbits.Carat occasionally went to the Duke's mansion to deliver escort tasks, and was fortunate enough to see it several times with his own eyes. Saluki's majestic mouth was bloody.

"My lord! You don't need to do this. He didn't do anything." Carat struggled hard to grab the hemp rope wrapped around her wrist, and tiny thorns pierced into her skin one after another.

"Didn't you say that you two met by chance?" Duke Mehta's smile was no longer generous, but had a hideous taste on it: "He came back for you." The man's tone was full of surprise: "You are such a sweetheart." Baby, Carat." The Duke patted his face, and looked directly into his eyes for the first time: "It's so beautiful." He said to the guards: "Go and tie that man here, and if he dares to resist Don't be polite, just don't kill him. I still have something to ask him."

Carat was speechless, he didn't expect Hill to come back alone, what about Fleur?What is he coming back for?

He mustered up the courage to turn around, but the bloody picture he imagined did not appear.Hill got up from the sand and patted his clothes. His back was facing the moon jumping out of the skyline. Saluki stood on guard with his tail between his legs. Although the distance was too far to hear clearly, the hound seemed to be whimpering softly, like I was terrified.

A dozen personal guards surrounded Hill and drew their swords.More than a dozen sword tips reflected the moonlight and pointed at the unarmed man at the same time. He watched Hill in the distance churning in the interlaced sword light, like a slender and flexible shadow. Several swords narrowly passed by Hill's waist and throat.

Clara was about to rush over, but was stopped by a voice behind him: "Your father." Duke Mehta said slowly: "Your father, guess what he wants you to do." With contempt on his face, he said confidently: "Go Bring me your friend, now." The Duke gave a look, and the person next to him cut the hemp rope on Carat's wrist with a dagger.

Carat was convinced that she had done nothing wrong, her father, Hill, Fleur, they had done nothing wrong.

"I'm sorry, Lord Duke. I can't do it." He didn't know if it was weakness or betrayal, but at least he faced himself honestly.He couldn't hit Hill.

Hill is not good at acting, just restraining himself not to crush these idiots to death on the spot is already annoying enough.He didn't intend to do anything at first, but the stupid human beings let go of the dogs and drew their swords, which was simply unreasonable.

He really didn't want to make things more difficult, and he planned to let them take him down, at least he could save some effort and talk to their lord directly.He turned his head to avoid the sword wind that swept past his ears, and his knees softened and he knelt on the ground. He saw Carat rushing from under the city wall, as fast as a flash of white light.There are never any clouds in the desert sky, and the moon shines unobstructed and unobstructed like him.

"Stop!" Clara held out her hand.

Fool.Isn't there a saber on your waist, what are you doing with your hands?Hill was annoyed for a while, that sword could not hurt him in the first place.

Carat grasped the blade out of breath, flipped her wrist lightly, and used inertia to knock the guard down: "Everyone stop."

Those idiots seemed to be a little afraid of Carat, and stopped their movements one after another.Hill saw that Carat was in a mess.A small piece of his front hair was wet, sticking into a few strands dangling on his forehead and cheeks, and his always neat clothes were also stained with some dirt.There were obvious red marks from being bound on the white wrist, the skin was bruised and slightly oozing blood, and there was a small piece of black dust on the tip of the chin.

Carat didn't seem to feel the wound on the palm of her hand cut by the blade, and knelt in front of him and asked eagerly: "Sill! Are you injured?"

Hill shook his head, seeing that he was worried, he took off his cloak for him to check.Carat breathed a sigh of relief: "You, why did you come back..." The aggrieved tone seemed to be blaming herself.Hill was dumbfounded, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, and wiped the dust off his chin with his thumb.

"K...Knight Jem, we need to hand him over to the Duke now." The guards were a little taken aback. At first they saw Kela jumping over and thought he was going to help them, and then they thought they were going to beat them.Ke Ke just stopped them and completely left everyone behind. Not only did he not draw a line with the fugitive who came back to throw himself into the net, but he even showed a very intimate look without hiding it in full view.

Clara stared into Hill's smiling new leaf-colored eyes, her mind racing.He was sure to overthrow the group of personal guards, then catch up with Hill, and escort him out of the desert to a safe place.But what about father, what about father...

"Knight Jem, you have sworn allegiance." The head of the bodyguard stared at him: "Your father is still waiting for you to complete the task successfully at the Duke's mansion." He rarely used "you" to honor Carat, which is unavoidable. He felt flattered, but why did Carat not know his sinister intentions.

All eyes were on the back of Carat's head, and he felt that his skull was about to be seen through.

The originally proud knight status is now like a bargaining chip pinched by the opponent, and it has become a heavy resistance tied to Carat's feet.Take an oath of allegiance.What should his allegiance be?Carat touched the medal on his chest. This is the most important thing besides his family when he grows up. He has worked hard for this for a long time, amidst everyone's ridicule and sneer.The knight should uphold justice, but why did he have to be coerced by them again and again?He couldn't even protect his own innocent father.

He looked up at Hill. Up to now, this person is like a seed full of mystery floating from afar. The time between them is too short. Carat doesn't know what flowers and fruits he will bloom, but he doesn't know. Have the heart to remove it.He heard his own voice trembling: "Then I... don't do it..." He took a deep breath with all his strength, pinched his fingers to open the pin of the medal, raised his head and smiled, trying to stay as graceful as possible in the last moments of his knight career .

Hill suddenly reached out and pinched his fingers and used force in the opposite direction to help him put the medal buckle back on.The other party leaned forward and leaned against his ear and whispered, "No, it's fine." The air flow stayed by the ear for a short while, and Hill's lips seemed to accidentally touch his earlobe, and Carat instantly felt that her entire ear and half of her cheek were numb. It was so numb that I couldn't hear anything but my heartbeat.Hill reached out and pinched the back of his neck, and Clara felt that his fingertips lightly stroked the strange scar a few times.

Immediately afterwards, Hill took him to stand up together, tore a piece of fabric from the hem of the cloak and wrapped it around his palm, then turned to the guards and said, "Let's go, go see who of you." He paused and asked Clara : "What's the name of that duke?"

"Meta." Clara stared at him blankly, this person didn't seem nervous at all.

"You have to call him your lord!" The personal guard roared fiercely. He raised the hilt of his sword and knocked towards Hill's shoulder, but stopped in place the moment Hill turned his head.Carat once again felt the shuddering aura, a layer of cold sweat subconsciously leaked from his back, and the chests of the people around him obviously rose and fell due to the accelerated breathing.

"Hey, Hill?" he tried.

"Huh?" When Hill turned to look at him, he still had the half-smile, the corners of his eyes drooping and the corners of his lips slightly raised, calm and innocent, and the oppressive feeling around him disappeared instantly.

"Are you going to see Duke Meta..." Carat didn't know what his plan was.

"Yeah." Hill dragged him towards the direction of the city.

"Wait! He knows!" Carat grabbed him and silently mouthed the word dragon.

Hill narrowed his eyes and looked at Cara, as if he wanted to read something from Cara's eyes. After a long while, he breathed on Cara's hair sticking to his forehead: "Trust me, it's okay."

Carat didn't know what kind of magical power he had. The current situation was obviously so tricky, but he said it was okay, and he really let go of his heart. He decided to fully trust his only friend. Friends who left.They were taken back to the duke's mansion by the guards, and everyone in the hall was turned away except Hill and Eben.Just in case, the guards put on layers of heavy shackles for Hill before withdrawing from the room.Everyone else returned to their patrol posts, leaving only Carat in the empty corridor.

Carat leaned against the door and waited, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.To be honest, he wasn't worried that Hill would hand over Fleur to them, he just didn't know how the other party would get out unscathed, and Duke Mehta's deep thoughts were not so easy to fool.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help complaining to Hill, he shouldn't have come back, otherwise the matter might have ended and everyone wouldn't be in trouble. After all, they weren't crazy enough to kill people to vent their anger just because of a prophecy.

But Hill came back for him.

Thinking of this, Carat couldn't suppress the joy in her heart.After all, he really thinks that Hill is just a traveler passing through his small world in a hurry, and their fate is just to drink some wine together and exchange some stories.Strictly speaking, he unilaterally exchanged the story for a little company from the other party.Oh yes, he also raised Hill's dragon for two years.

But when he came back, everything seemed different.At this moment, Kela thought of Hill walking towards him from the endless undulating sand dunes with his back to the moon, and his heart beat with excitement, even worse than the moment the silver medal was pinned to his chest for the first time.

The door was pushed open, and Hill came out first, accompanied by the sound of clanging metal chains.The skin of his neck and wrists was red from the friction of the heavy chains.

"My child, your friend is a smart man." Duke Mehta seemed very satisfied.He smiled and nodded at Carat, and stretched out his hand as if to pat Cara on the shoulder. While Cara was hesitating whether to dodge, Hill suddenly took a step forward, and quickly withdrew that big hand, almost patting her. On the chains wrapped around Hill's shoulders, he looked resentful.

"Can you remove these?" Kratisil lifted the metal chain on his collarbone that was thicker than his wrist. It was hammered with iron ore, and just this small piece was as big as Kratisir's sword. About the same weight.Hill has a lot of things wrapped around him, and he probably weighs more than a grown man.

"It depends on his performance. Your friend promised to set off tomorrow morning and take us to find the dragon." Duke Mehta was obviously afraid of Hill, and he said hypocritically: "Your friend will be wronged all night. Wait for us Finding the dragon will naturally unlock these things."

Immediately afterwards, Eben turned the key in his hand and said, "At least there is a bed in the room. Be content, young man."

Carat was taken aback, this is obviously not a key to a guest room, this kind of crude copper key is more like a firewood room or a cellar.

"That's enough, you can't turn it off..."

As soon as Carat opened his mouth, Hill squeezed his hand and shook his head at him.He understood what the other party meant, and Hill didn't care about this night, or how these people treated him.

"Then I'll accompany you." Carat didn't want to care about them anymore.

Duke Meta and Iben were taken aback, looked at each other, and suddenly smiled at each other: "Of course, the bed is big enough." After speaking, Iben lifted Hill's chain and looked at Cara meaningfully. The tip of his tongue licked his lips: "Good night, children, I hope we have a happy cooperation."

Honeymoon:

Carat: (touched) Did you come back for me...

Hill: Mainly to know why they made such a big hunt for us.Do humans know anything...

Carat: Not for me...

Hill: ... yes ...