The protagonist is always seen

Ariel turned to look at Vaum, a little confused.

"What's the matter, Vaum?"

"That's a dragon, Ariel."

Waum walked up to him and whispered in his ear.

"That's a dragon."

Waum frowned slightly, showing some incomprehension and disbelief rarely. Dragon is the belief of Ailuo City, and it is the dream that Waum has been chasing.

He had always been a very brave young man, and he had seldom shown such a feeling of weakness.

Ariel is naive and cruel sometimes, he doesn't pay too much attention to things other than the people he cares about, in his view, this world is like this, tragedy and comedy coexist, just like there are good things in the world , then the existence of evil is also reasonable.

He can't empathize with many sad things, nor can he be happy because of other people's joy. Many times, he is just silent.

So he couldn't understand Vaum's emotions either.

But this does not prevent Ariel from caring about others. He doesn't understand, but because of the people he cares about, he will do a lot of things. He is also sensitive enough. Not understanding is different from not knowing at all.

He knew Vaum was feeling sorry for the dragon.

Vaum came to the capital with him, and he accepted the kindness and wanted to return it.

Ariel turned to the waiter.

"That dragon, we bought it."

His tone was very flat, as if he was making a request that was very ordinary and nothing surprising.

The waiter's eyes widened and he stuttered.

"You, I, I mean, that's a dragon, a fighting beast in the name of the king."

The cost of cultivating a top-level fighting beast is sky-high, especially there are not a few fighting beasts that will suffer irreversible damage during fierce battles. Fighting beasts are very expensive, and the loss rate has always been high.

Only those big nobles with deep background and love for this entertainment will spend a lot of money, but they usually operate well, and usually make a lot of money.

Those who recklessly want to come in have learned a painful lesson. Not only are the beasts themselves expensive, but they are also expensive to maintain. Gold coins are spent like water. They were all terrified.

No matter how dandy the noble young master is, he would never say that he wants to buy a fighting beast.

Moreover, this is a fighting beast under the name of the king. The noble king is sitting at the top of the viewing seats in the Colosseum, watching the fighting of the fighting beasts in the arena enthusiastically.

A fight was going on in the Colosseum, and all the people watching seemed to have drunk the top wine, their faces and necks were flushed, and they crazily cheered for the beast they were optimistic about.

Outside the Colosseum, they could still faintly hear shouts mixed with excitement.

They were out there, about to step into a different world of madness, and this amazingly good-looking teenager was calm, he said.

"We're going to buy that dragon."

The waiter was very surprised, but his attitude was more respectful. He originally thought that Ariel would be some lady, oh, maybe some gentleman's lover.

But now it seems that he may have a very noble status, so noble that he can easily buy a fighting beast because of his servant.

He put away those charming conjectures that had arisen because of Ariel's complexion, and tried his best not to make mistakes in his service.

"You have to know that it is His Majesty's fighting beast, and we have no right to deal with it."

Ariel quickly grasped the point.

"Where is the king?"

The waiter was startled, and he was very glad that he did not do anything offensive.

"His Majesty is watching the performance on the fourth floor, honored guest."

Ariel tugged on his tie, a little carelessly, his every move revealed dignity.

"Then take me there."

"On your orders."

The fourth floor is where the great people stay, and the best seats are always reserved for the king.

Climbing to the fourth floor requires many regulations, such as the amount of consumption here, there are requirements, it is a symbol of status and wealth, so many people regard the fourth floor as a kind of glory.

But in fact, if you have enough wealth or power, all the regulations can be voided for you.

But Ariel easily climbed up to the fourth floor.

He was neither powerful enough nor rich enough.

But he went up to the fourth floor.

When Ariel reached the fourth floor, the king stood up from his seat, clasping the railing and shouting.

"Quick, quick! Go up and bite off its neck, oh, bad luck, trash!"

The fight on the field came to an end, and it seemed that the situation was not optimistic. He cursed and returned to his seat, turned his head and caught a glimpse of Ariel.

"Oh, it's you, I remember you, Little Rose from the Toland family, did you come here alone?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Ariel approached, and he swept across the Colosseum, where several staff members were cleaning up, and they paralyzed the fighting beasts who had already decided the winner with medicine, so that people could go in and deal with them.

If the fighting beast is still alive, it will be healed, but those wounds are usually difficult to heal, and sometimes both the victor and the loser will die in the end.

Ariel saw the dragon, and the other fighting beast had been put into a cage and transported to the field, and now only the dragon remained in the field.

It was very huge, it fell in the center of the field, its body spanned the entire field, the spiked tail at the end was broken, and one side of its back was curled up, and thick dark blood slowly flowed out from under its body. Apparently, it had been through countless fights, which left it with multiple scars, some of which were permanently disabled.

Now, it's defeated.

The king obviously noticed Ariel's eyes, he was a little displeased, his fighting beast had just been defeated, and he didn't want to lose face in front of others, especially in front of a beauty like Ariel.

It's not a good thing to make him unhappy, Ariel noticed his displeasure, he held his hand on the railing, turned his head sideways, and asked curiously.

"That's the dragon?"

The king's unhappiness dissipated in no time, and this kind of inquiry gave him the satisfaction of being admired.

"Yes, that's the dragon. We found it in the Kailinde Canyon. We spent two days hunting it down and putting it in a cage."

Ariel tilted his head slightly, staring at the king, his eyes looked at him without the slightest haze, like a curious deer, the king rarely saw such pure eyes, he preferred this kind of pure beauty, and the king Such pure people are rare.

Especially for such a beautiful person with such a complexion, no matter male or female, someone will always dye them into a worldly appearance, and Ariel grew up in the city of Ailuo, in such a remote town.

He's still fine.

Thinking of this, the king softened his tone even more.

"Its appearance is actually not very good, but you know, now the dragon family has disappeared, and there are fewer and fewer dragons."

Ariel turned his head and looked at the dragon in the field.

"Can I keep it?"

The king froze for a moment, then laughed, turning the ring on his hand.

"Of course, dear, now, the dragon is yours."

Ariel put his hands on his chest and saluted.

"Praise be to your generosity."

He turned around and walked down the fourth floor, feeling the needle-like sight of the old king behind him.

Oh, he thought troubledly, he was being targeted by a hungry wolf.

After a while, he felt better.

As luck would have it, the dragon was defeated.

If the dragon had won this time, it meant something different to the king. It was a valuable possession, and Ariel would have to pay more for it.

But it was defeated, dying, bruised and disabled.

Such a dragon is very cheap, so cheap that the king can give it away at will to please others.

It's just that he may need to be careful in the future, be careful of the coveting of an old wolf.

A small deer jumped in front of it, and it would definitely be tempted.

Beatrice shielded her face with her fan.

"Oh, a dragon, that would be nice."

She kissed Ariel's forehead.

"Baby, it's good to have fun, but you have to remember, you are my child, the child I love Beatrice, and you will be more noble in the future. In my eyes, there is nothing worth using yourself to exchange."

She held Ariel's shoulders and stared into his eyes.

"You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

Ariel nodded.

"I know."

He hesitated to add.

"Mother."

Beatrice didn't hide her surprise at all, she smiled and gave Ariel another kiss.

"Go and see your dragon, don't worry, I'll take care of the rest."

Ariel nodded and walked out.

A blond man came out from the inner room and hugged Beatrice from behind.

Beatrice turned her head, full of pride.

"Oh, look at him, what a smart kid, even better than I was back then."

"Honey, I can only hold you in my eyes."

Beatrice pressed his chin to keep him from kissing him.

"That's not okay, you have to keep an eye on Ariel for me, don't let him suffer."

She closed her eyes lightly, stroked the other's chin, and said slowly.

"Snack, honey, or I'll be mad, and you know I'm not kidding."

"Where is Vaum, still with the dragon?"

The butler followed behind Ariel.

"Yes, young master, it's at the racecourse. Do you want to go? I'll arrange it right away."

When Ariel went to see it, the dragon had regained some energy. It was so tall that there was no suitable cage, so it was chained around the neck and had sharp claws, bound to the ground, with a bridle on its mouth. , with a magician's seal on its bridle to prevent it from spitting out dragon flames, it gasped and roared from its throat, lying on the ground, with Vaum standing beside it.

Ariel didn't move too far, he shouted from a distance.

"Vaum."

It was not only Vaum who turned back, but also the dragon. It stretched its neck and slowly poked towards Ariel. The chains collided with each other as it moved. It was only a few meters away from Ariel. Lear could even feel the scorching gas from its nostrils, and Vaum was even within its reach.

The servant next to him screamed, but neither Vaum nor Ariel moved.

It grunted like magma rolling from its throat, and then slowly lowered its head, which was a sign of submission.

Vaum stood beside it, and both it and Vaum looked at Ariel with similar eyes, and Ariel vaguely felt that these were two Vaums, or two dragons.