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As the flames faded, ash splashed on the ground.Navia looked at Arnold, and the dark horned dragon immediately shut its mouth tightly.

Sid: "What's it called?"

Navia glanced at Arnold: "Black."

The reputation of the dark horned dragon Arnold is too loud, saying that name, he is tantamount to sticking the title of dark god on his face.

Arnold lit two flames outside his nostrils to express his displeasure at the crappy new name.

Sid found the dragon lively and endearing.

Navia was dissatisfied.

From the looks of it, Sid seemed to like the dragon quite a bit.

That was not his original intention.

He intended to scare Sid, but who knew that the bear was so courageous.

Sid did like Arnold.Not for anything else, this dark horned dragon didn't kill like other giant dragons, on the contrary, it was a little... stupid.

This made Sid a little bit appreciate the fun that Navia got when teasing him.

This realization made Sid a little depressed, but he quickly got the hang of it.

He gathered a group of bright elements in the palm of his hand.

"Blake, paw."

Arnold hated when others mispronounced his name, and even more hated when others teased the puppy to play with it.

But the magic essence gathered by the Son of Light is really sweet and tempting.Arnold heard the protest from his stomach, and rushed towards the bright spot in midair.

Sid climbed onto a huge rock, commanded Mosu to flee around in the distance, and drove the dark ceratopsian around the ruins of Heli Castle all over the world.

Navia looked at Sid from the bottom of the rock.

It had been a long time since he had seen Sid happy in front of him.

The restraint of the Holy Court is one reason, and maybe he himself is also a reason.

Ever since she learned that she was the god who made the Son suffer from nightmares, Navia fell into a long period of desperate contemplation.

Navia has not yet acquired complete memory, but he has a full understanding of his character.

He could indeed treat the Son of Light so cruelly.

If the prey he had set his sights on wanted to escape from him, he would do everything in his power to limit Sid's chances of escaping.

Because it is his property.

So, he didn't know if he had really hurt Sid before.

However, there is still something strange about this matter.

According to his speculation, if he learned of the existence of the Holy Son of Light and became interested in it...

The most likely assumption is that he locked Sid Chelt in the Dark Temple, restricted his freedom, prevented the Holy Son from seeing anyone, and then raised him safely until he was an adult and enjoyed it alone.

Rather than depositing the desired prey in the human mansion.He doesn't believe that the creatures on the mainland can keep his treasures safe.

Just like the princess under house arrest in a fairy tale, no wizard would hope that a prince would appear out of nowhere and steal the treasure.

——Navier is so honest, and fantasizing with luck.

He never concealed his true inner thoughts in his speculations.

Navia was even thinking about whether he was more guilty or more fortunate for removing the braid of Lord Son of God before confirming his identity.

Perhaps after he knew his identity, there was a high probability that he would be too guilty to attack Sid.

……fortunately.

Navia breathed a sigh of relief.

But now that the deal is done, all he can do is pray.

Perhaps Sid had misremembered and regarded others as him, and there was still a slight possibility of repairing the relationship between the two.

He didn't know the truth of the matter, and he didn't dare to ask his wife exactly what he saw.Sid has been having trouble sleeping lately, and if he brings this up, he probably doesn't want to live.

If this is the case, he can only plan carefully before Sid solves the last puzzle, how to hide his deepest true identity well and forever——

At least in front of his bear, he must be the same paladin.

The mimicked dark horned dragon flapped its wings and flew five or six times around the ruins of the castle before Sid threw the magic essence into its mouth.

Arnold, who had been summoned for a long time, jumped onto the rock angrily.

It is certainly not looking for a place.

No one dares to touch the treasure of the Dark Lord.It has a thousand guts and dare not flatten Son of Light in front of Navia.

Before its claws touched the small face of the Son, Arnold believed that he would become a pure bone dragon.

This does not prevent it from expressing its protest to the Holy Son of Light with an angry stare.

The mimicked eyes of the dark ceratopsian are like black grapes, as big as the bottom of a bowl, and can reflect clouds and sunsets.

Sid couldn't read the anger in its empty eyes, and put his hand lightly on the scales of its nose.

Arnold took a sharp breath, and then it let out a contented groan.

The hands of the Son of Light are soft and warm, reminding it of the pillow it hugged in its sweet dreams. The smell of the seeds of light is like a gentle town full of poppies, full of fatal temptation.

After a while, the most powerful partner of the Dark God, Hellscream, the Abyss of Hell, and the Dark Ceratops crawled at the feet of the Son of Light without dignity, belching contentedly.

When the hiccup emerged from its esophagus, it even seriously considered whether to skip Navia's shift and hang out with Sid Chelt.

The Holy Son of Light is innocent and deceitful, and soft, much easier to serve than the eerie Lord of Darkness.

The eerie Lord of Darkness came quietly behind Sid.

Arnold shrank and closed his ears tightly, and Navia's footsteps trampled his previous Xiao Xiang away in smoke.

"I would like to go to the abyss with you." Sid said in a low voice, "but I can't."

Little Black Arnold looked up and thought he had just heard the greatest joke of the era.

Navia is above, which fool would dare to rob someone from the Dark Lord?

... Could it be that Prouvel?

wrong.It has forgotten, that guy is probably scattered into elemental spirits on the mainland.

Arnold thought that this unknown warrior was so courageous that even he didn't dare to roll on Navia's head.

It couldn't help asking: "My powerful and majestic master, which stupid mortal dares to oppose you and rob you of your beloved wife?"

Navia brushed Flushid's forehead and stuffed him into his cloak.

"Myself."

Arnold chewing gems: "???"

"Eat yours." He said, "Release the mimicry, we have to go back."

On the vast Heri Desert, a demonic sand print with a diameter of a hundred miles wide slowly appeared.A giant dragon as black as a sword soared into the sky, lingering around tens of thousands of purgatory flames, and went straight into the most remote sky.

Navia straddled the dragon's back, protecting Sid in front of her.

He saw Sid's head drooping, looking like he was wandering in the sky.

"uncomfortable?"

Sid didn't speak, and silently pulled his hand on his abdomen away.

Shengzi is already a veteran of flying monsters.When he looked down at the land and ocean tens of thousands of miles away, he didn't feel afraid.

— but only when he rides a griffin.

When he rode a griffin to Zelin, no paladin moved behind him.

Fortunately, the paladin seemed to be absent-minded now, so he didn't notice his abnormality.

The absent-minded paladin was secretly conversing with his partner, the Darkceratops.

"I assure you, you will never do that kind of thing. But if this is true—" Arnold thought for a while and continued, "After you recover your memory, you will definitely be much stronger than you are now. But I I think it's less difficult for you to kill yourself than to get your wife's forgiveness."

After finishing speaking, it laughed out loud.

Arnold thought he had told an excellent joke, but its owner didn't laugh out loud.

He stopped smiling, carefully observing Navia's expression.

Navia is actually thinking seriously!

Arnold asked cautiously: "Are you planning to...?"

Navia smiled without saying a word.

He does have a plan.

……

The envoy is at the bottom of the abyss, surveying the movement of the giant beast.

Abyssal behemoths are of the same lineage as his master, and perhaps their actions can hint at the whereabouts of the dark god.

He quietly followed the herd of giant beasts across the long river Styx.Suddenly, these tentacled and compound-eyed monsters began to growl.

"what happened?"

The envoy was surprised.

Suddenly, he suddenly looked to the southwest sky.Through the sea of ​​aphasia and the dense miasma fog, the stars in the night have undergone subtle changes.

The mark he left on the Son of Light was lifted.

That's not a simple engraving.He learned such obscure and rapping spells from the first generation of dark gods.

Creatures on the mainland, even the high priests of the elves, the sages in the human magic tower, or the old immortals in the dark guild who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, cannot break this curse.

Being able to remove it so perfectly, without causing any backlash against the Son of Light, without leaving a trace of the caster...

I am afraid that there is only his master who has been missing for many days, the co-lord of darkness and undead!

……

The first thing after returning to the imperial capital, Sid went to bring back the rabbit he left with Vera.

Navia did not accompany him to fetch the rabbit.Vera's conservatory was safe, and for years he still passed Arnold's reins into Sid's hands.

At the moment when the rope was pinched by the Holy Son, Arnold's eyes straightened, he opened his bat wings with a snap, and a happy air flowed from his nostrils.

It likes the breath of the Son of Light very much, as if a cat has met dried fish or catnip.

Even if it's the owner's snack, but as a pet whose duty is to be cute, it shouldn't be a problem to lick it a little bit, right? !

Navia could tell at a glance what kind of tricks his mount was playing.

"No licking."

Arnold's tail, which was wagging from side to side, drooped.

Navia used camouflage magic to embellish Arnold's appearance more radiantly than the Bright Dragon, so that when Arnold looked in the mirror, he even wanted to slam into the mirror and bite off the neck of the luminous object opposite.

The Holy Son, who had washed off the hair dye, was already shining, and he was leading a little dragon that was even more shining, walking in the Imperial Academy, naturally attracting a lot of attention.

To his disappointment, last year, the prestige of the Bright Son in the academy plummeted.The Holy Son is still respected, but other students have long been used to walking on the same path as the supreme boy in the Holy Academy.

Sid hung his head, holding the rabbit cage covered with gray cloth, and was about to take a shortcut back to the apartment when a shadow suddenly appeared in the bushes.

"Happy Juneteenth, my lord! I am George who can speak dwarf language and play the cello!" The visitor excitedly took out two tickets from his pocket, with two leaves stuck on his head, "The new opera There is another show, can I invite you to watch it this time?"