ride on the back of a dragon

Clad in white, wearing silver light armor, kneeling on one knee, Lord Mehta of the First Moon Valley put a sword on the back of his neck, touching his left and right shoulders lightly.

A muscular man reeking of alcohol pinned his medal and hung his saber for him, and patted his plain white shoulder armor.The totem on the silver medal is an olive branch representing peace wrapped around a knight sword representing justice. On the lord's birthday, Carat finally became a knight, no longer a preparation, but a real and legal knight holding a sword.It has been almost three years since he passed all knight trials at the age of 15.They push back and forth, and there is always a reason to refuse his award ceremony.

"Kara, that, look, you are still underage." For the last time, Duke Mehta assured him personally: "We will make you a real knight when we get to you." It never occurred to them that he was underage.

Today is the lord's birthday celebration. All the nobles in the towns and cities of the First Moon Valley gathered. They got drunk. When they got up, the Duke called someone to find Carat to show them swordsmanship. At that time, Carat was helping the owner of the leather shop to find her. Lost cat.

He didn't want to perform swordsmanship, it was a compulsory course for a knight, it was a means to uphold the strong and help the weak to uphold justice, but it was not a tool for showing off or flattering, for the nobles to enjoy.Sometimes he doesn't understand what the nobles are thinking, isn't the graceful dance of the prostitutes not enough to drink?

"I'm here to honor you. Carat, don't you want to be a righteous knight?" The lord waved his hand and whispered a few words to the waiter behind him. After a while, his personal guard held a pure white cloak And the knighthood came in.There is also a golden desert sunflower in the tray, which represents glorious faith and loyal love.That medal was a fatal temptation for Carat.

Supported by two people, the lord completed the awarding ceremony with a playful smile: "Karat, knights must be loyal. Since you have sworn allegiance, I now order you to perform swordsmanship." The years have not invaded the man's body excessively, but the desert man's iconic bronze skin and good muscles can't hide the drunkard's gaffe.His mouth was full of the sour taste of wine, and the fibers of beef were still stuffed between his teeth, exuding the weird smell of unknown spices.Normally, a straight and elegant person is nothing more than drunk, it's too ugly.

Carat stretched out the cloak against the wind, tied it outside the light armor, and slowly drew out the silver rapier. The sound of metal friction made the molars itch.He pulled a few sword flowers on the spot, and when everyone was unprepared, he swept across the low dining table like a hurricane, overturned the roast beef that had not been eaten, and the russet soup spilled all over the floor, splashing to the nobles. They showed tiny, greasy, disgusting specks of tinted gauze mingled with gold and silver.

"You! Bold!" The nobles jumped up.

The guards on the side rushed forward, and were easily disarmed by the light and slender new knight in an instant.Clara retracted the polished rapier back into its sheath, and knelt down on one knee: "There is something wrong with the dish. My lord." He was naturally sensitive to the five senses, and the smell of spices just now was not an ordinary condiment.

The lord was taken aback, and glanced at the overturned soup suspiciously: "If you dare to lie to me."

"Knights are always honest." Carat raised her head and looked at him fearlessly, but was avoided in disgust.No one wants to look at a pair of silver-gray pupils. In the desert, gray pupils represent hurricanes and sandstorms, implying disaster and ominous.Carat's fair skin and long, straight hair stood out in a crowd of bronzed, dark-haired people, mostly with natural curls.There is no basis for the statement of calamity. Carat has consulted many ancient books and classics since she was a child.Maybe this is just a ridiculous word of mouth passed down by them in order to justify excluding themselves.

"My lord, the others are fine, only your plate has been drugged." The doctor brought by the personal guard lowered his head and inspected all the meals.

"Medicine? What medicine?"

"Bloodroot Hibiscus."

Not long after, Duke Mehta's eldest son was bitten out by the kitchen climber.

Obviously, the lord's preference for the younger son caused the inheritance dispute.Blood root hibiscus is a chronic drug and will not cause death. Long-term use in small doses is addictive, and the long-term accumulated toxicity will slowly erode the body and cause dementia.

Carat stood up, he didn't have any interest in the lord's housework, and he didn't care about who the next duke was.He turned around and strode away, his smooth, light-blond hair fluttering in the sun.

"He's so beautiful." The young man holding the wine glass couldn't look away and said to himself.Duke Mehta sat back on the main seat, lovingly stroking the black hair of his youngest son beside him.Bronze skin, emerald eyes.This is the best look, like an oasis in the desert, which means hope.

"Men, what's the use of beauty, isn't it possible to use it as a plaything for others like a woman?" The gracefully dressed lord looked at the leaving back and laughed with the guests present.

"But he is very powerful..." The boy silently swallowed his voice, raised his wine glass and licked the translucent red juice.

rude.Carat smiled silently and didn't look back.

He was very clear that these words seemed to be said to himself specially, and the lord's voice was as loud as a bell: "Knight, the knight is fucking dead long ago."

Brave, loyal, just, graceful.

The spirit of chivalry has gradually become weathered, and it is no longer popular in legends, especially in remote deserts.Ke Kela still thinks that the noble knight is the most charming existence in the world.Especially when I was a child, my mother whispered bedtime stories in my ears. In order to protect their homeland, brave humans used their own power to pierce the dragon's throat with a sharp blade.Yes, the dragons in the story are always the embodiment of evil, they are powerful, greedy, tyrannical, and bring disasters wherever they go.

The dragon and the knight are eternally opposed, but they are also lonely.

"Why do knights always fight alone and have no friends?" Carat asked her mother when she was a child.

"Because... because human beings are very fragile, they are afraid of everything powerful and hate being different, even their own kind." Mom reached out and closed his eyes that he refused to close: "You will understand when you grow up. Powerful people It's hard to make friends."

Carat grew up gradually, and gradually got used to that no one wanted to approach him.He perfectly inherited his mother's appearance, tall and fair, with silver-gray eyes, light golden pupils and waist-long hair. Similarly, he also inherited all the strange gazes in this land.

Only women have such long hair.Ke Kela doesn't care, who said that elegance and beauty are exclusive to women?He likes his hair, especially his father's gentle eyes occasionally resting on this long hair. Carat knows that this is his father's way of remembering his mother.

The reason why the mother left was unknown, but the father never held grudges or slanders.He is still loyal to his love, guarding and raising him alone in the manor.

Bubbles are gone.Carat returned home and picked up the broken leather strap from the floor of the room.There were no servants in the manor. When my father was alone, he was either reading a book or arranging the flowers and plants in the greenhouse. The deaf-mute couldn't hear the changes, so naturally he couldn't provide any clues.

Carat took off her light armor and searched along the streets and alleys, not even letting go of walls and sewers.

Bubbles wasn't his only lizard, but he was the most special one.The other lizards only move around in a fixed piece of sand and stones in the yard every day, lie on the dead tree branches to bask in the sun, and move to the shadow under the branches when they have enough sun.They develop protective colors similar to those around them, and some of them change color with the changing environment of the seasons.

But Bubbles is different. When Carat picked it up two years ago, except for a pair of golden eyes and a light pink body, although it was much larger than other baby lizards, and the length of its tail was comparable to Carat’s forearm, it was obviously still The mucous membrane on the surface of the eyes of a newly born larval lizard has not yet faded away.

"Bubble?" Carat found suspicious crawling marks by the window of a house, looked up along the direction of the marks, and a row of silver ornaments hung from the window sill with cured sausages, like a sparkling small waterfall in the sun , and at the top of the waterfall, Bubble was lying comfortably in the sun, holding a string of sausages and chewing deliciously.In the past two years, it has doubled in size from its forearm, like a small crocodile. The scales on its body surface have gradually become hard, from light pink to dazzling orange-red, with a metallic luster, and its head is no longer flat. The ellipse gradually became three-dimensional. Recently, Carat found that it was always rubbing its back against hard objects. It seemed that the shoulder blades were very itchy. When touched, the scales would stand up on both sides, as if something was about to grow. There is often a loosening sound at the articular cartilage.

Carat looked around, the windows of the entire street were open, and the silver objects hanging on the window sill were probably masterpieces that Bubble searched from house to house.It has always liked shiny things, has a strong body, strong destructive power and strong curiosity. Recently, it will let it slip away if it is not careful.At first, Carat raised it with other lizards in the yard. Originally, the little ones would tacitly guard their own territory, occupying one side and coexisting peacefully.But the arrival of Bubbles broke the balance, and within two months, the pink lizard, the youngest but the largest, became the domineering one in the courtyard. It was keen to beat up all creatures within its sight range.After witnessing how it drove the other poor little ones into a corner with a beautiful tail sweep, Carla kept it alone in the room.Unexpectedly, starting a few months ago, Paobao learned how to pick a lock.At first, Carat didn't believe that how a reptile could be so smart must be a coincidence.He deliberately sealed the windows from the outside, but when he returned home, Bubble climbed up the tallest tree in the garden, holding a parrot's tail in his mouth, and the door of his bedroom was wide open, without any trace of damage .He had to accept the extraordinary intelligence of this unusual reptile, so he asked his father to help him build a pair of strong suspenders out of lambskin and metal buckles.Now, in the two-year battle of wits and courage between one person and one lizard, Bubble has mastered all kinds of sliding door and lock picking skills. Not only that, it also takes great pleasure in searching for all kinds of shiny objects piled up in its small nest Among them, at first from all over the estate, and later even the neighbors' homes were not spared.Carat has to check Bubble's "property" every day before going to bed, and finds that the items of unknown origin will be silently sent to the lost and found office in the city the next day.

This is not a lizard, it is clearly a greedy and domineering little dragon.

Carat smiled, but there are no dragons in this world.

Before being discovered, he flexibly climbed up through the gap between the balcony and the bricks, tied the leather strap to the back of Bubble's chest, barely held its growing body in the crook of his arms, and led it to climb up. up the roof.Carat looked down at the shining waterfall, picked up a piece of roof tile and threw it on the balcony, and turned around after confirming that the noise had alarmed the people around, everyone would always return it to its original owner.

He tapped his toes, leaped across rows of roof ridges in the setting sun, crossed half of the city in mid-air, and returned to the manor on the edge.

Carat took a look outside the study, and saw that his father had already lit the sheepskin lamp.In the past few years, he has gradually stopped going out, and his whole body is very aging. He is like an old laughing stock in this town, and he is gradually forgotten by people together with the glory of this manor.People only remember that in this once-prosperous manor there is an old lunatic who can't speak, who stays at home every day doing some menial work like a gardener and cobbler, and a dream of outdated knights, who is always innocent Beautiful little lunatic.

"He's so beautiful." The little women discussed him behind their backs.

"But it's so stupid. I guess he must think the girl's lips are cold, after all, he can only hug the cold-blooded animals in that yard."

These words never escaped Carat's ears, he was born with extraordinary sense of hearing and smell.Children often couldn't help but peek at him, but when he smiled back and looked back at him, they would avoid his silver-gray pupils in disgust or panic.

Mother was right, people are afraid of being strong and hate being different.So he couldn't be friends with them.

Carat was sitting by the water lily pond with Bubbles in her arms. The temperature here is suitable, and the crystal clear white water lilies bloom all year round.

But, the girl's lips are cold.

He lay down on the edge of the pool and brushed open two half-closed flower buds. Looking at the clear reflection in the water by the moonlight, he pressed his index finger on his thin lips. Two years ago, on the day he picked up the bubbles, he should have been Kissed whom, or rather who kissed him.

Honeymoon:

The little sweetheart officially debuted.