ride on the back of a dragon

Manyin City, which has always been affluent and leisurely, has changed from its former leisurely appearance, and the atmosphere in the city is tense.These days, no matter day or night, every house is closed. Carat spent several times the price to find a hotel willing to take him in.The proprietress took him in through the back door: "Don't hang out on the street if you have nothing to do."

Everyone said that the Torn family would replace the Windsor family as the new king.

Ke Ke heard from the sighs of the crowd that they didn't care about the name of the person sitting on the throne of Dawn Castle, whether it was a man or a woman.They only hope that these power changes that have nothing to do with them will not break the peace of life, let alone cause any war.

The proprietress of the hotel sat behind the bar with a sad face and sighed repeatedly as she settled the recent dismal income.

"You'd better not go out." The proprietress glanced at Carat: "Although there is no martial law, the streets are full of soldiers, and you will be questioned several times if you walk through a street. Just ask someone to cook for you if you want to eat."

Carat stopped and stood at the door: "Okay, thank you very much." In order not to cause trouble to others, he honestly turned around and went back to the guest room on the second floor. The neighborhood with no one in winter looked depressed.All the troops are assembled in the distant square, ready to go.

There are many rumors, and Carat has heard three or four versions in the past two days.Some people say that the lord of the fjords, the Duke and Duchess Torn, have died in the capital, and some people say that the princess has been held hostage, and they will change their surnames as soon as the army arrives on the throne.Of course, dragons were also mentioned.

The people trapped in the hotel are bored and drinking bad wine. After all, no one knows how long this trouble will last, and money needs to be saved.

"I heard that the dragon chose the Torn family! Do you remember the day when the army returned from the sea! Some people said that they heard the cry of the dragon at sea."

"What kind of dragon, you also believe this kind of nonsense. It is a lie deliberately released by the Ton family. After all, they hope that things will happen for a reason and be justified."

"Shut up. You drink too much." The proprietress forcibly took their glasses away.

Carat changed into black clothes and trousers, braided her hair into twists and tied it behind her head, and sneaked into the street at night.There were three or four patrolling guards, and Carat stepped on the roof tiles carefully, chasing after them.Finally, one of them went to the alley alone to relieve himself, and Kela fell behind him without anyone noticing, and directly knocked him down with a clean hand knife, replacing the helmet and light armor of the man.

After leaving the alley, Carat chased to the corner and followed the patrol team. It was almost time for the shift change, and they returned to the square full of tents in front of the lord's mansion.He closed his eyes and raised his ears, listening attentively to the whispers of groups of people around him, trying to find clues.

The patrolling guards, who had just changed shifts, stood around a pot of hot beetroot and pumpkin soup and complained.

"It's terrible. I heard that there are no bones left from the burnt man."

Carat's back felt chills and her palms were sweating.He pretended to be nonchalant and approached in that direction, and saw one of the older people holding a helmet, dancing happily and foaming at the mouth.

"It's really a dragon? Did you see it with your own eyes?" The people around obviously didn't believe it.

"Keep your voice down. Who are the guards in the dungeon? It's my turn. I saw the wounds of those guards... Tsk tsk, such a big tooth mark, the arm is pierced!" The veteran gestured on his arm Look at the size: "No bear has such a big mouth and such long teeth!"

Carat sat stiffly on the outer circle of them, holding a bowl of sweet soup but had no appetite at all.

"Since there are no burned bones left, how do you know that the dead are dead? You think you are telling ghost stories to children!" Someone raised a question, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Don't laugh! Didn't you notice that William was gone? I saw his wife and daughter being invited into the main house two days ago. The people at the door overheard a fight between two dragons, and William was affected. It's really unlucky." The man said seriously, "Don't believe me."

"I think you are drinking secretly! Hahahaha."

"Fart!" The person who was questioned and ridiculed blurted out with his neck flushed: "My cousin is from the Guards! He saw a dragon being slapped through the heart by another! William, who was burned to death that day, was within walking distance of him One meter away!"

"Come on, let's go, what time is it, please keep your voice down. Let's believe it, can't we believe it?" Everyone hurriedly dragged the man into the tent with his mouth covered.

In an instant, the surrounding voices disappeared, and only Carat was left sitting on the ground staring blankly at the sweet soup in his hand. The color of the beetroot in the dimness was like a bowl of thick blood.

"Hey, if you don't want to drink it, give it to me." The young man next to him snatched the sweet soup that Carat hadn't touched, and gulped it down: "Which team are you from? Doesn't it look familiar to you?"

Carat recovered and panicked: "I..."

"Are you arrested to make up the money like me? Where is your home?" The other party seemed to just want to pass the time while waiting boringly, and didn't notice that Carat's face was pale.

"Margarize." Carat didn't know many places, and only knew that one town nearby.

"I was arrested from there too! I worked at the inn there." The young man rubbed his nose and put his helmet back on: "But the Ton family spent their money this time, and they will give three gold coins when they come. Take a trip to the capital, and I can buy some decent dowry for my sister."

Carat's mind was full of Hill and Fleur's affairs, and she didn't listen to a word of the young man's thoughts.Now he just wants to know how true the man is and whether Hill is safe or not.

After staying up late at night, the soldiers in the tents all fell asleep, and the snoring one after another was a good cover.Carat pretended to be convenient, quickly crossed the square, and walked around to the building behind the main house.The guards here are heavily guarded, and the armor of the guards is also very different. It seems that they are the personal guards mentioned by those people.

The building has only one floor, and the nearby stone ground is very flat. There should be a dungeon below, and Hill and the others are likely to be locked up below.Although he couldn't wait to see him, Carat knew that he would never return from this venture, so he couldn't be impulsive until he arranged the way out. If even he was caught, it would be completely hopeless.

Leaving over the wall and running back to the alley, the person who was knocked unconscious is no longer in the same place, and it happened sooner or later during the search.Carat checked that there was no strand of hair left in the helmet, quickly threw away the light armor and returned to the hotel, climbing up the window on the second floor and entering the dark room while no one was around.As soon as she closed her eyes, the scene described by that person would appear in front of Carat's eyes. Hill's heart was pierced by Frey's claws, and blood spurted out.He didn't dare to close his eyes anymore, just stared like this, tossing and turning on the bed until dawn.

Clara rubbed her temples and washed her face.Counting the days, it has been 4 days since they went ashore.Riding all the way, if things went well, mother and Karma should have arrived in Dawn City, and he believed that those two people would not be delayed.As for Hill... He is smart and calm, and he will never get into trouble easily, Carat comforted herself like this.

He remembered the three gold coins that the young man mentioned last night. It seemed that Torn's family was still recruiting soldiers, so he decided to try his luck.Most of the soldiers and horses recruited at this time are cannon fodder and coolies, and they are just doing logistics with morale. Naturally, there will be no strict review.

Carat was mixed with a group of young people who were targeting gold coins, and was brought back to the square. What they were given was not armor, but ordinary blue cotton clothes.Some of them were left in place to do first aid training, while Carla and others were scolded and driven to the kitchen as help cooks.Obviously, the original cooks could no longer support the suddenly huge army.

Carat squatted in the utility room next to the kitchen, packing dry food. It seemed that the army was about to leave.

Back at the corner of the tent at night, unlike the armored soldiers, these last batch of recruited logistics soldiers did not even have decent bedding, so they had to huddle on the hard and cold ground to rest.But most people didn't care, the atmosphere was still relaxed and happy, and they came for the three gold coins from the beginning to the end.Some people even had expectations for the upcoming war: "I haven't been to Dawn City yet, have you been?"

Listening to their chattering discussions, Carat noticed that the guards dragged the carriage to the direction of the dungeon. The squares on the carriage were covered with opaque flannelette, which looked like cages.

It was late at night, and Kela got up from the pile of sleeping people, quietly went around the outer edge of the open space in front of the dungeon, and squatted motionless in the bushes.The caged cart stopped in front of the building, and the nearby guards looked dignified, holding wind lanterns to illuminate them.Serious and quiet, apart from the sound of footsteps coming and going, Carat could only hear her own heartbeat.He saw those people open the cage door, a sleeping dragon was carried out of the building, Celine followed closely, and the phoenix stood on the top of the building with a wounded wing.Fleur seemed to have grown up a bit, and it was a bit difficult for a dozen strong men to resist her.The little guy was panting heavily and seemed to be in pain, and reddish-brown juice flowed from the corner of his mouth, it seemed that he had just been given some medicine.Thinking about it carefully, the little guy has been in an unstable state, growing up rapidly, out of control and going crazy.In fact, everything has traces to follow, but he and Hill are too careless, or in other words, they trust their friends too much.

The guards pushed the unconscious fire dragon into the cage and locked it, and covered it with black flannel again.Celine took back the key, ordered a few words in a low voice, and then returned to the main house through the back door. Carat watched the line of guards line up from a distance, and followed Celine's instructions to push the cage cart back to the square where the guards were stationed. .

The dungeon door was empty, and the door was not even locked.

So, what about Hill?Doubt and uneasiness surfaced in her heart, and Carat felt her legs and feet were a little cold.

He pushed open the door of the building in the dark, and sneaked into the deep dungeon without a sound. He couldn't see his fingers. Except for his slow footsteps and breathing, there was no sound in the basement.He touched the candle holder on the wall but dared not light it up, so he had to find the cell along the damp mossy wall.The terrain was not complicated. While smelling the burning smell, he touched the iron gate of the fence that had melted and deformed.

Carat stood at the door of the stone room and sniffed vigorously. There was a smell of blood. It seemed that there had indeed been a fierce fight here, just like what the elderly soldier described.Although the smell was disgusting, Carat still tried his best to distinguish the smell. At this moment, he only hoped that he would return in vain and not find anything.

Carla stopped in front of the wall.

He has always considered himself a lucky man.

However, his luck seems to have run out.

Carat leaned close to the wall and smelled a familiar smell.Although it feels like the blood has dried up, he is very familiar with the smell, fresh and refreshing like a forest after rain, like a breeze sweeping through flowers and grass.He touched all the way, the bloodstains spread from the wall to the ground, and Carat squatted in the corner, where the furry moss that had been watered by the blood seemed to be much more lush than those outside, and there was a pile of cotton cloth next to it.Carat desperately picked up the familiar clothes and fumbled to unfold them. The chest and abdomen were torn apart, leaving only a trace of fabric on the waist and side. The blood-soaked fabric was no longer soft.

Carat's legs went limp, and she sat in the dried blood with her crumpled clothes in her arms and closed her eyes. The clothes smelled like Hill.Some people were burned to death and others were pierced through their hearts. It was just nonsense when they heard it. Hill must be reluctant to leave him like this.

He even thought of an excuse, in case Hill complained about why he took so long to come, he could tell his dear little black dragon, I found my mother, she wants to see you.

"Sill... am I late..." Carat recalled the heart palpitations in the dream that day, and the heart-piercing cry of Hill.

Honeymoon:

Carat: Where's my dragon... Who saw my dragon, it's so big...