ride on the back of a dragon

As soon as she entered the room, Carat felt relieved. Although there was a damp musty smell, it was a room with windows.The old decorations around are mottled with a layer of dirt that cannot be wiped off. The waiter left a sheepskin lamp, on which a circle of dancing girls is carved, and when lit, only black outlines remain, swaying with the firelight Cast on the wall like a ghost.

The lamp holder is surrounded by gold, which obviously does not belong to this room, and most likely it was temporarily moved from the master room.

"The sheets are newly changed. Mr. Eben wishes you and your friends a good night." After speaking, the waiter walked out of the room and put a chain on the door from the outside.

"What are you going to do?" Carat couldn't help but ask before the person walked away: "Is there a way to get out of lying to them like this?"

Hill sat on the edge of the bed, patted the place beside him, and the chain on his wrist made a crisp sound: "Come here."

Clara sat over anxiously, fearing that there would be nothing she could do about Hill's sudden response.

There were a few dirty strands of her pale blond hair, which always smelled like flowers, and Carat knew how bad she looked.Hill looked from the top of Carat's head all the way to the palm he had injured not long ago: "Why did you do this? Doesn't it mean that no one can bully you?"

"It doesn't matter to me." Carat was a little anxious: "Sill, you must have a way to come back, right?" He unconsciously hid his injured hand behind his back. Compared with the situation in front of him, the small cut was nothing worth mentioning .

But the other party didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He took his arm leisurely, turned half a circle in the dim light, and pulled out the thorns from the hemp rope stuck into the skin on his wrist one by one.Hill's eyelashes half-covered his eyes, and Cara calmed down as he watched. "If only I could be as smart as you." He sighed, never having been so frustrated.He used to disdain the nobles who are well-clothed and well-fed and don't know the sufferings of the world, but it seems that each of them is smarter and more courageous than they look. The fish on the chopping board was handled by others at will, and in the end he had to rely on others to figure out a way. He should indeed be ashamed of this.

"Do you still want to stay here?" Hill still stared at his wrist carefully checking if there was any fish that slipped through the net.

"But my father..."

"Answer me. Do you want to stay?" Hill didn't seem to want to listen to his ambiguous entanglement, but needed a definite answer.

"I don't want to stay here." Carat didn't know where he could go, but he didn't want to spend his whole life in the hot and dry desert imagining what the other three seasons would look like. He wanted to see the green valley grassland with his own eyes and touch it with his own hands. Seawater, I want to meet people with all kinds of skin and eyes, as my mother said, instead of being treated as a lunatic and an unknown alien forever here.What's more, after this turmoil, it is hard to say how Duke Mehta will retaliate against him and his father.

"Tomorrow I will take their people out to find the dragon and take away their strongest guard. At that time, no one in the city will be able to stop you. Take your father away when you find a chance." As if afraid that walls have ears, when Hill spoke close to him.

"You mean, you take them there alone?" Carat looked at his heavy restraints: "Then how do you get out?"

Hill smiled and shook the shining chain on his chest: "These things can't trap me. It's just a show."

"But you..."

"Now you have to arrange tomorrow's affairs in a limited time, think about where to take your father." Hill interrupted him, put his fingers on the back of his neck and pinched his scar: "We all take care of ourselves .I believe you can do it, so you should also believe in me." Clutching his fingertips comfortably, he suddenly felt a sense of obedience as if he was being grabbed by the nape of the neck by a female cat.At this moment, no matter what Hill said, he probably couldn't refuse.

"You trust him? That young man of unknown origin?" Eben casually grabbed a silk pillow towel and wiped his forehead.The lake-green silk satin sheets are not easy to wrinkle, and it is only a little more dirty after being rolled around in the middle of the night.

"I didn't really believe it at first. But love is always impressive. Especially for kids of this age." Duke Mehta smiled and said, "It's a pity you didn't see the scene outside the city. I was almost moved by them. Who would have thought A little lunatic with a head full of knightly etiquette would throw himself into love without hesitation."

"After all, he is young. But that Hill looks different from a little lunatic. He is a man of the city, you can pay attention. But since he is willing to surrender." Eben got up from the wide bed, opened the window, and the people in the room The smell of sweat and spices rushed into the night with the heat.He pulled the clothes off the bedside stool and put them on.

"Where are you going so late?" Mehta stepped on the skirt of his clothes.

"Go back. I haven't been in her room for a month, even though she's focused on her son." Eben tugged on his clothes, but the other party didn't want to let go.

"She doesn't love you."

"I know, but it's not important." Eben smiled: "Release."

"It looks like you haven't had enough to eat tonight." Metta dragged him back, rolled him and locked him between two pillows, tearing off those thin, soft and precious fabrics that got in the way, without warning straight ahead.

"Hiss..." Eben couldn't help shrinking his body, and his beautiful butt muscles collapsed: "Well, you...slow down."

"Call me master. Don't you like to call me master?" Metta slapped his firm and smooth flesh, "Relax." After speaking, he moved impatiently and violently, and the top of Eben's head directly hit the metal bed bar.

A series of sighs floated out of the window from the soft big bed, and Eben's fingers twisted around the silky sheets, and the folds spread out from his palm: "Um...wait...window, window..."

"They'll understand sooner or later." Mehta grabbed his curly hair and pulled it back. Eben was forced to raise his head, unable to hide his voice any longer.

Carat folded Hill's big cloak into the size of a pillow and placed it on the head of the bed: "Go to sleep for a while."

Hill didn't lie down: "You go to sleep, I'll sit for a while." He shook the chain around his body, indicating that Carat couldn't lie down at all.

Naturally, Carat couldn't leave her friend and go to sleep alone.

There was a lot of mold in the room, Hill jumped out of bed and pushed open the window, startling a few pigeons and making Clara shrink back in fright.

Hill could see that he was preoccupied and unable to speak.For this little devil, everything is actually a disaster for no reason.Although it is not a good place, he was born and raised here anyway.The overnight decision to uproot was so sudden.

He took off the leather cord from Carat's wrist, and with his fingers, he tied his hair loosely into a ponytail at the back of his head.Maybe weaving a few strands of twist would make it stronger, but Hill can’t. Although he has lived for a long time, he doesn’t know too many things. Compared with dragons, human beings are indeed much more creative, and desire is the source of everything.Hill's mood is a bit complicated, he shouldn't get in touch with human beings too deeply.The moment he found Fleur, he should have left instead of going home with some stupid brat.

"Ah! There, don't!" An unreal moan brought back Hill's thoughts. He shook his hand and looked at the top of Carat's hair. The voice just now seemed to be...

"Haah...be soft...well..." The sticky voice drifting in intermittently from outside the window made Carat look back at him with wide eyes, full of doubts.

"The voice came from the top floor. It seems to be Duke Meta's room." Carat quickly picked up the saber on the table and pinned it to his waist.

"Don't worry about them." Hill closed the window calmly, keeping those lewd and profligate people out: "Go to sleep."

"Huh? Don't you need to go and see? If something happens to them, we can take the opportunity..."

"Ignore them." Hill didn't know how to explain for a while, and Carat didn't think in that direction at all.He took off the sword from the little ghost's waist and pressed it back on the table: "We sleep. They don't want others to disturb them."

"But that sounds like Eben's voice, and it's not the same... He sounds uncomfortable... a little..." Carat bit her lower lip thoughtfully.

"Sleep." Hill was so embarrassed that he was a little annoyed, the kid at this age was too difficult to deal with.Before he could figure it out, Hill threw him into the pillow: "Close your eyes and think about how to leave tomorrow."

"Sill, you came back for me, so we are friends, right? Good friends." Carat closed her eyes and buried half of her face in the pillow made of black cloak and muttered to herself.

"Yeah." Hill replied absent-mindedly.Human beings who live in groups seek approval in each other, they give each other a feeling of being needed, they long to be recognized, and they long to be loved.

Hill didn't want to hurt anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.In his conversation tonight, he had insinuated that Duke Mehta was apparently going to take the dragon for himself.Therefore, even if the group of people who will go with him tomorrow have amnesia or disappear collectively, they may not make the news public. After all, they can't get the dragon, and they definitely don't want such a powerful power to fall into the hands of others.Human selfishness is not limited to aliens.

It's just that he doesn't understand what happened to the prophecy these people got two years ago, even the timing is right, and he can't believe it's just a coincidence.

Carat couldn't sleep well, and kept having messy dreams, all of which were dreams of Hill and Fleur being caught and judged.It was dawn, and Hill sat motionless at the end of the bed against the wall, breathing very slowly.Carat got up and stared at him for a while, never expecting that he could sleep so relaxedly under such circumstances.Lifting the clothes on his shoulders and looking in through the gap in the cuffs, the chains he wore all night made deep dents on his skin, and his collarbone was blue and white.Carat lightly helped Hill adjust the position of the chain, so that the heavy metal would not keep pressing on the same place.

He stared at Hill's relaxed sleeping face, thinking about where he should take his father for a while. There is nothing valuable in the manor. The most important thing for his father is the water lily pond he planted with his mother and the painting that he spent half his life writing. Draw the story left behind.Although he didn't have many readers, Carat shared his mother's fondness for wild imaginations.

"Hill, I thought about leaving, but I didn't expect it to be in this way." Carat couldn't help but feel distressed when she thought of the memories of her father and mother in the manor. Talking about the most precious past, leaving the hometown where he took root and growing up: "How did things become like this... How should I explain to my father, how can I force him to leave..."

"Sorry." Hill opened his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night, he looked at Cara sincerely with bloodshot eyes.

"You, are you awake?" Carat was taken aback, her face a little hot.These words imply a sign of weakness. He didn't want the other party to hear it, and Hill seemed to have misunderstood something. Carat explained: "It's not your fault..."

Hill sighed: "Sorry, it's my fault. If I didn't lose Frey."

He never thought that his momentary curiosity would completely disturb the peaceful life of this kid and his family.

Clara should be carefree and dream of his knight. Maybe one day he will take the initiative to embark on a journey to the big world, but he is not facing a sudden departure from his hometown like now.As for Fleur, Hill couldn't tell if her birth would be a disaster.

Hill looked at Carat's silver eyes. When sunlight fell in, the black pupils shrank into a small spot, and the clear eyes reflected bright spots like sparkling water.Now it is full of tears that are suppressed, guilt and distress and bewilderment, but there is no trace of resentment or despair.

"Kara..." Hill couldn't explain it, and didn't know what else he could do. He didn't have the power to turn back time and start over.For the first time, he really felt regret, for a human being.

Hill was so angry that he poked Carat's forehead with his finger, why did this idiot believe in himself so much.Carat's skin was too white, and he poked out an obvious red mark.

Humans are really stupid.

"Kratjem! You madman!" After the clacking sound of unlocking, there was a roar, the door behind them was kicked open, and there was a musty wind, Duke Mehta was still in his pajamas, with messy hair, Yelled at them: "How dare you play tricks on me? Where's that old lunatic of yours! Do you have any other helpers?"

Honeymoon:

Humans are really stupid (ke) stupid (ai).