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Rosalie supported the newly hatched dragon with her hands, put it back on the usual eating table, and let it flop around on its own.

The table was made of oak, heavy and heavy, and like the bed next to it, it was at least a few decades old.These, everything in this room, had been left to her by her grandfather—the grandfather of "Rosalie."And her name wasn't Rosalie, and she wasn't Rosalie.

She originally had a very ordinary Chinese name, and she may not remember it after hearing it, but her friends all call her Rousi.Just like this Rosalie's nickname, her English name is also Rose.

Rosalie, or she is more used to be called Rousi, walked to the bed and squatted down, dragged out a huge box from under the bed and opened it.

Various utensils with unknown uses were placed in a haphazard manner. A dragon leather whip as thick as a baby's arm was randomly placed on top of a pile of glass bottles. She pushed the whip aside and took out a silver pot.These things have not been used for a long time, and some dust has settled on them.

She breathed on the silver jug, wiped the surface with her sleeve, and a woman's face appeared on it.

It's still pretty.Rousi looked left and right, looking at this face from different angles.Black curly hair unyieldingly winds down from the temples, deep eyes and high nose.She made a face to herself, and saw a tired smile on the smooth surface of the pot, which made her pale face look a little better.

The baby dragon was calling again.She quickly took out the silver jug, opened the lid and smelled it, and a fishy smell came straight to the bridge of her nose. This silver jug ​​seems to be able to keep fresh for a long time; she carefully carried out a large bottle from the corner, and took a bowl to hold the silver. Mixed liquids in jugs and large bottles.

"Dinner is ready." She put the bowl on the table, and the baby dragon, which had just emerged from the egg, flapped its wings and crawled towards her, as if it had recognized her as its mother.

This dragon doesn't look like a dragon now, but looks like a dark red umbrella; it has wrinkled skin and a dark red thin body, but it drags a long tail, and there are two horned bamboo shoots on the top of its head, which look like blood. His eyes were big and round, staring at the liquid in the bowl, sniffing, sniffing.

Its nostrils fluttered, and it jumped into the open bowl at once, splashing chicken blood all over its body.

This is indeed a dragon, but in terms of species... Rousi found the "Encyclopedia of Dragon Species in the World" from the bookcase. It recorded that there were at least six or seven kinds of dragon eggs with red and gray spots, and the differences were very different. Small, but like this young dragon, there is only one kind whose body and eyes are all red.

—Balkan Charizard, an extremely irascible dragon.Especially female dragons, when their nests are attacked by other species, in order to protect their children, they will spray flames with a very long range, so there is also a saying of "Balkan powder kegs".

Hatching was no different from other dragons, and she flipped through the "Guide to Raising Dragons" again, which said to put dragon eggs in the fire because their mother breathed on them.In order to hatch this dragon, she hardly slept much in the past three days, but now she watched the baby dragon roll around in the bowl of chicken blood and brandy, taking a few sips now and then, her eyes lit up. Staring, sleepless.

Each of these sharp dragon claws is worth at least 50 Galleons.It is still a lumpy dragon horn, and if it grows well, it can be sold for 200 Galleons.And the dragon skin of this body, when it is raised up, it must be very valuable to be made into dragon skin gloves, dragon skin wristbands, and dragon eyes, dragon wings, dragon teeth, dragon blood, and dragon meat...

Now in Rousi's eyes, this is exactly the flopping golden Garen!She thought of selling all kinds of materials on the dragon on the black market, and after getting money, she no longer needs to hide in this place, can move to a wider place, and can fulfill her grandfather's wish—even if it is not Her real grandfather, but she could see from Rosalie's memories that this poor old animal trainer still loved his only granddaughter.

Although he could no longer pat Rosalie's head with his hands, Rousi thought, at least she should do Rosalie a favor, both emotionally and rationally.

She took the portkey from a nail on the wall, and with the point of the key she made another notch in the wall by the fireplace, where there were now six notches.This is her sixth day in this world.

In fact, Rousi can't remember the details of the process of coming to this world.What she remembered was that she was called to a classroom in the school by the president, and when she got there, the president who called her was nowhere to be seen.

She thought that there was some activity in the drama club, so she sat on a chair and waited for others to come.As a result, I waited and waited, and for some reason I fell asleep.

Then she opened her eyes with the memory of Rosalie, and saw her "own" grandfather lying on the ground covered in charred black and blood, holding the red and gray-spotted egg in his arms.She still remembered that her grandfather tried his best to give her the egg at the end, told her to hide in this hut, and told her: "Find my family." Then he swallowed his last breath.

Rousi unscrewed the doorknob, and a wooden plaque was erected on a mound outside the door, on which was written "Bentley Fanning sleeps peacefully here".

This is in the subterranean hinterland of a rift valley, where light pours down through gaps in the ground, and some vegetation thrives in the land.There was the sound of water flowing not far away, and the underground water gurgled through the middle of the rift valley, fertilizing the place where it flowed.

This is where her grandfather found it.As an animal trainer, he traveled alone in many countries in his early years and ran in various places with his feet. He built a hut at the bottom of this rift valley and hid some books and utensils for animal training here. resting place.

The day he left this world coincided with her 21st birthday, and the 11th year she had been given the surname "Fanning."

She and her grandfather were looking for a dragon in Bulgaria that day, and they followed the dragon's droppings to determine the location of the dragon's lair.Her grandfather, that dry, skinny, but capable old man, had an idea in his heart—he wanted to steal dragon eggs, exchanged money, and settled in Bulgaria, so that he could find family members who were separated during the war.

Rosalie, who was adopted by him in a village at the age of 10, has always been his capable helper. She knows that her grandfather is bold and careful, and can save the day from danger every time, so she takes it for granted that stealing dragon eggs will do nothing this time Too much danger.

However, they didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to come out halfway.Just as they lured the female dragon away and got the dragon egg, several people in black cloaks suddenly descended from the sky on a broom.They claimed to be people from the Romanian Dragon Research Institute. They were all wizards. They used magic to break the animal taming net that imprisoned the female dragon, causing the female dragon to become fierce.In order for her to take the egg away smoothly, her grandfather used his own body as a shield for her.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard in the room, but fortunately the bowl was made of iron, so it would not break.Rousi hadn't left the room for nearly three days, she sniffed the fragrance of flowers in the air, and made up her mind to let the dragon make trouble by itself for a while.

It was extremely quiet in the heart of the Rift Valley.Only occasionally a few birdsong came from the distant vegetation, the sound of water was gurgling, and there were no people.The abnormal noise that could be faintly heard at the entrance a few days ago has disappeared, and she suddenly recalled that there was a small incident that happened in the Dragon's Nest that day.

The taming net she threw at one of the wizards cut off the spell he was about to cast on the egg, causing the spell to rebound, and the wizard fell to the ground clutching his chest.So what my grandfather said was right, magic is not at all gentler than ferocious beasts, if one is not careful, it may backfire.

The sound of dragon chants in the room gradually became aggrieved, and Rousi then slowly paced back.She thought maybe she could give the dragon a name.What is it called?What name would go with this dangerous Balkan charizard?

She suddenly remembered the nervous cries of the companions around him when the magic man fell.She walked in the door and watched the dragon gnaw away at the heavy tabletop with its new teeth, leaving little tooth marks.There is a scale at the bottom of its neck that is not the same color as the surrounding ones. It is a reverse scale, a characteristic of male dragons.

Rousi smiled.

"Bad guy," she said, "Charlie, bad guy."