Earl Dragon and Prince Witchwood

In the morning after the storm, the sun shone into the forest again, and the air was filled with a scent of flowers mixed with soil, but all this, the prisoners in the black tower isolated by the magic wall could not perceive it.

Nig opened his eyes from the pain and found himself lying in a comfortable blanket.

"Are you awake?" The face that suddenly appeared above startled Nigger. He wanted to spread his wings and escape, but found that he couldn't move at all.

"Don't move around, you're hurt... Can you understand me?" Xia Ke was really curious about this little thing, and he tried to show his friendliness to prevent this little thing from being scared and fainted again.

"I... I know a little common language..." Nigg replied in a low voice. This human race is so friendly to him, so it shouldn't be a bad person.

lingua franca?Xia Ke suddenly understood.

But...he didn't feel that what he said was much different from the original world.

"Where is this place?" Seeing that this human race didn't mean to hurt him a little, Nige asked. He regretted that he ran out to play last night, and he didn't know if his mother was in a hurry to find him now.

"This is the Black Tower."

As soon as these words came out, Nige's relaxed body tensed up. Unlike before, he was about to cry this time, "This... this..."

Is this the black tower?

He grew up listening to the stories of the Black Tower. The elders all said that there was an evil dragon living in the Black Tower.

Was he actually blown to the Black Tower by the storm?

"The dragon is not here now, don't worry... But, if Orr finds out that you have come here, he will definitely be angry..." Thinking of this, Xia Ke became serious. It seemed that he had to be more careful. Hide this little thing.

Letting this friendly human race help him deal with the wound, Nigg suddenly remembered something. He looked at Xia Ke again, and found that he was very similar to the portrait posted in the tavern on the edge of the forest.

So Nige asked, "Are you the missing prince?"

"You know me?" Xia Ke was surprised.

"I saw your portrait in the tavern, and the soldiers in the palace said you were missing." Because he was more courageous, he often ran to the border of the human race, and only then did he hear these things.

"Are they looking for me?" Xia Ke asked.

Nigg shook his head: "They just posted a notice, and now the army of the southern lord has appeared on the border, so the king has a lot of things to do." This is what those human races said.

Xia Ke: "..."

Is he the king's own son?

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door, and Xia Ke knew that it was Orr who came to bring him breakfast.

Xia Ke quickly picked up Nige who had just been re-wrapped and stuffed it into the quilt, then casually put the blanket aside, and ran over to open the door.

"Did you sleep well? There was a lot of thunder yesterday." Orr was followed by two servants in black cloaks and black masks. The door was opened, and the two served breakfast just like they did a few days ago. In, then out again.

Orr did not leave with the servants as usual, but entered the room, sat on the table, picked up the silver knife and fork, and looked like he was going to chat with Xia Ke for breakfast.

Xia Ke was worried that the little tree spirit would be smothered to death, but there was nothing he could do if Orr didn't leave. This person is now his food and clothing parent, and he is also the object of his plans to win over and instigate rebellion, so he cannot offend him.

"Why does it smell like ointment? Your Highness is injured?" Olche Bread didn't stop, and when he opened his mouth, Xia Ke almost jumped up from his chair in fright.

"My hand is injured," Xia Ke stretched out the finger that he had scratched last night, and showed it to Orr.

Al frowned slightly, as if he was very concerned: "Be careful in the future."

Xia Ke nodded.

"Al, what's on the bottom floor of this tower?" Xia Ke couldn't help asking, remembering the weird movement last night.

Orr looked up at the restless little prince, and said casually, "Gold and precious stones."

"Huh?" Even though he had guessed countless times, he thought that there were people living underneath, but he didn't want to. Orr gave him such an answer.

"Your Highness, you don't understand, it's the dragon's favorite thing."

"Just call me Xia Ke." Xia Ke always heard Orr calling "Your Highness" and "Your Highness", which was a bit awkward, and he didn't think that the earl really called him that out of respect.

"Xia Ke." Orr followed suit.

"Can you take me for a tour?" Xia Ke looked at Auer with her beautiful big eyes, trying to impress this seemingly talkative man.

Orr did not directly refuse, he finished his bread, put down the knife and fork, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and looked at Xia Ke in a leisurely way: "Then what can you exchange for?"

Xia Ke had expected that this man would not agree to his request so easily, so he also put down the tableware in his hand, and replied leisurely: "I will help you cook a dinner that you have never eaten before."

Among other things, although his force value is negative, one is witchwood magic, and the other is cooking food. Xia Ke dares to say that even in a different world, few people can catch up with him.

Alban thought that the little prince would offer some kind of gold, silver and jewelry in exchange. In that case, he would definitely reject this boring proposal without even thinking about it.

But Xia Ke's answer aroused his interest again.

What amazing food can a prince pampered and raised by the royal family make?

Auer leaned forward slightly, and looked at Xia Ke: "If you can really do it, I will take you to visit outside."

Xia Ke suppressed his little heart beating violently, "It's a deal!"

"Of course," Al said, "if you need help, you can tell those two people."

It was not his real purpose to imprison the little prince, so why not?

He was talking about the two black-clothed servants who couldn't even see their faces. In fact, Xia Ke once imagined that those two servants were ghosts at all.

"Where can I find the ingredients I need?" He was really curious about how all the daily necessities in the Black Tower were brought in.

"Someone will take you to solve these problems." After saying that, Orr left.

Xia Ke immediately lifted the quilt, and Nige weakly raised his hand towards him: "Benefactor, you finally think of me..."

Just as Xia Ke was about to speak, the sound of knocking on the door came from outside again.Xia Ke thought for a while, and put Nige directly into his pocket.

Just kidding, if this little thing is found by Al when he leaves, it will be really bad.

The door was opened, and the black-faced servant who had just brought breakfast was standing outside, Xia Ke asked, "Are you here to help?"

The black-faced man on the left nodded, and then the two turned around and left.

Can these two people really not speak?

Xia Ke followed suspiciously downstairs.Two black-faced men took him to the second floor where he had been last night. One man removed the red carpet on the ground, opened a secret door on the ground, and took the lead to go down.

Suddenly, Xia Ke followed and walked on.Below is a warehouse. There are three wooden doors in the warehouse. When opening the middle wooden door, Xia Ke suddenly felt that the world was too evil.

He is sure and sure that he is not dreaming, so they must be in the black tower at the moment, and he is sure and sure that the surroundings of the black tower are forests, but why is there an endless grassland and blue sky here?

Space magic?

Herds of cattle and sheep walked on the grassland, and he even saw deer running around, and a few black-faced men scattered among the flocks, who should be the people who managed the land.

The two leaders came to the front of the herd with ease, and looked at Xia Ke at the same time, it seemed that they wanted him to choose.

Xia Ke picked a small fat sheep, a chicken, and a large piece of beef from the flock, and was taken to the farm by two people.

From the memory of the little prince, he can know a thing or two that many things in this different world are actually similar to the world he was in before, but many seasonings he is familiar with can't be found.

It took Xia Ke a whole morning, and he broke his leg, before he found alternative plant spices. He went to the wine cellar to pick out a bottle of wine, and after working hard for a long time, he managed to get what he wanted.

When he was about to leave, he was actually a little bit reluctant, after all, the air here was much fresher than the dreary black tower.

Orr disappeared after breakfast, and Xia Ke didn't look for anyone. Anyway, his roasted whole lamb took a lot of work, and even if others were here, they would have to eat it at night.

He prepared the base material, asked the black-faced man to process the mutton as required, then marinated the mutton, and then began to process the beef and chicken.

Xia Ke originally thought that he was the prisoner with the least human rights in this black tower, but he didn't know whether these two black-faced men had Orr's order. Except for some things that he had to do, these two people almost contracted all The work, and it is easy to understand, and you will be able to get used to it very quickly.

At noon, Xia Ke cooked himself a bowl of beef noodles, and returned to his room after eating.

Only then did he remember that there was still a little tree spirit in his pocket.Xia Ke quickly touched his pocket, and he carried out the dying Nige.

Perhaps it was because his own blood or the wound medicine had worked, Nigger's complexion improved a lot.

Xia Ke put Nigger on the table with a little guilt, and Nigger weakly crawled to the fruit plate, picked up a blue berry and took a bite, then let out a comfortable sigh.

Xia Ke was a little dumbfounded.

Nige was finally able to talk to Xia Ke again, so he asked what he cared most about: "Benefactor, when can I go back?"

Xia Ke: "..."

Seeing Nigger's naive and expectant expression, Xia Ke really couldn't bear to hit him, but the reality is always cruel.

"You may...can't go back for a while."

"Why!" Nigg was shocked, and even the berries fell on the table.

Xia Ke opened the window with a painful face, and pointed at the slightly distorted air outside: "See? That is the magic wall. The dragon used magic here to prevent me from escaping."

Nigger desperately wanted to fly out of the window, but his wings were injured and he couldn't fly at all. After trying for a long time, he collapsed on the table in despair, regretting why he was so playful.