The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

Outside the Silver Fortress, there are centuries-old fragrant flower fields.

After bidding farewell to the Silver Archduke, the owner of this place, David followed, or was diligently pulled by the Silver Dragon Priest, to the century-old fragrant flower field outside the castle.

Although the other party is also a silver dragon, in order to prevent the other party from having any unspeakable evil intentions against him, or seeing through his disguise, under David's instructions, a barbarian and two drows headed by Luoxinde A winter wolf and Ahmed's family members, who were like walking corpses, were hanging behind David and the others from a distance.

This distance will not disturb the cordial communication between David and the 'High Elf Priest'. If anything happens, they can rush to help as soon as possible.

Among them, only Luoxinde, an ignorant barbarian, has been kept in the dark:

This guy thought that his red dragon master and this beautiful and effervescent 'priest lady' fell in love at first sight in the Temple of Justice, and that they fell in love directly like he and Monado did back then.

At the same time, he felt a bit regretful and worried. He was worried that if the other party, a priest of the Temple of Justice, found out that the master was a red dragon, he would be heartbroken and blame the master for being deceived about his identity.

But the two drow behind him, who knew this clearly, seemed to be even more excited about it.

From Zhuoer's point of view, what's so good about normal communication between opposite sexes!

It's just for breeding and procreation.

It is precisely because of the abnormal aesthetics of drow that so many male drow in Spider Nest City are forced to form a CP to perform the love of burning steel and live in such dire straits.

Not only did he have to satisfy the sexual exploitation of the female matron and the drow, he also had to endure the discomfort and behave like a Nantong.

Otherwise, they will be classified as mining slaves who have no other special value and can be used as slave labor on the battlefield or in mining at any time. It is really miserable.

Little did they know that their master was also facing both psychological and physical discomfort at this moment. After failing to pull away his claws several times, he immediately took a deep breath and said:

"This Pastor Artilicia, there is no one else here. Can you please let go of my paws."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Artilicia quickly let go of her hand, but hesitated to speak.

It was just that he had completely missed this intimate experience because he had lived in the Old Continent since he was a child, especially living next to the unreasonable, domineering, rude, greedy and lazy female red dragon.

After all, on Dragon Island, which is far away from the human world, such physical contact between young gold and silver dragons is normal:

When their parents leave the nest for a short time, the silver dragon brothers and sisters who do not feel safe enough will often stick together in three or four, striding side by side, looking loving and funny, and often hiding aside to peek. Seeing this scene, Yinlong's parents burst into laughter and rolled all over the floor.

And even if this poor child of mine had other siblings, they would most likely be as vicious and ruthless red dragons as Pafla.

When I think about this child being bullied, beaten, and robbed of food by other red dragons in the lair, and even being ruthlessly expelled from the territory by the female red dragon when he was just a child, he was actually a lone dragon from the frozen ocean in order to survive. The desolate scene of swimming to the continent of Granyere

Artilicia couldn't help but feel sad, couldn't help but suddenly hugged David's body and cried loudly.

David's hands are not as thin as David's. Hey, they seem to be a little fleshy. Hey, they seem to be quite strong. Hey, they seem to be quite strong. Damn it, he can't help but feel soft on his strong back when he can't wrap his arms around him. Touching it, David's neck was covered with tears and snot.

"no!

"Let me go."

David immediately broke away like a tiger whose butt was touched, and was about to burst out out of the red dragon's instinct of "fury":

"You are so sick."

As a result, he saw that the Silver Dragon Priest looked fragile as if he had been bullied by him, so he had to suppress his anger and asked:

"Uh, no, are you okay?"

"I'm really sorry. I lost control of my emotions, really."

Artilicia thought about it calmly. She was not only afraid that the child would suffer a second psychological trauma after knowing the truth, but also worried that the child would be resentful of her for being her father's complete indifference for the past six years. After leaving and dying, we had no choice but to temporarily put the truth aside and settle for the next best thing, weaving a beautiful lie full of loopholes:

"The moment I saw you, it felt like I was seeing a lost best friend of mine! Yes, my best friend! I really couldn't hold back the longing in my heart."

David looked at the other person like he was an idiot, and thought to himself, what the hell were you doing when we first met yesterday, and now you are leaving the show?

So should he cooperate?

Or should we cooperate?

When you think about the fact that the other party is not only a powerful silver dragon, but also a priest of the Temple of Justice, and a close friend of the Grand Duke of Silver Wheel?

As long as the other party does not discover his true identity as a red dragon, there seems to be no malice or conspiracy.

The most important thing is, wouldn't being friends with such a guy be equivalent to a parasol that can help him manufacture and sell smuggling in broad daylight?

【greedy】

When he thought of this, David could only hold back his discomfort, swallowed this somewhat funny excuse, and said cooperatively:

"Ah, that's it, I understand! I can completely understand your heavy and complicated mood now. If you don't dislike it, from today on, I, Sephistoin, will be another close friend of your Pastor Atilicia. .”

This sudden change from disgust to enthusiasm also made Artilicia, who was already worried about lying to her son, stunned for a moment, but her longing and guilt for her son immediately overwhelmed all reason and suspicion.

As long as the other party does not reject getting along with him and accepts his belated compensation, then there is nothing unacceptable!

Besides, this child is a silver dragon like himself.

How could a little silver dragon that had just entered its infancy have any bad intentions?

Immediately he was overjoyed and hooked his arm around David's neck again, laughing with tears streaming down his face and saying:

"Okay! Great! From today on, I, Bridcat Artilisia Antonella Sweetlandon, will be your boy's best friend."

Just when David wanted to continue chatting, he took the opportunity to change the topic to whether he could find a way to take him to visit the alchemical potion workshop of the Silver Archduke's century-old fragrant flower field.

I took the opportunity to see where I could get the freshly picked century-old fragrant pollen, and then I was working on a plan to synthesize it into an alchemical mixture within the next three precious hours, when I suddenly heard a large windmill in the distance. Angry curses and pleas for mercy came from outside the workshop.

"What happened over there?"

Pastor Artilicia hesitated. After all, this might involve the dark side of the world, and he was worried that it would pollute the child's pure heart.

Such as greed.

But out of a father's sense of responsibility, he felt that he had an obligation to teach his son the first lesson in person, which was:

Stay true to yourself.

Stay away from evil.

Restrain greed.

He immediately spoke:

“The traitor should have been found.

"A man who colluded with the drow to smuggle an alchemical potion made from precious century-old fragrant pollen into the Underdark.

"Greedy people."

"Come on, let's go take a look."