prince and dragon

In the depths of the dark forest, vines crawled all over the exterior wall of a house, as if the house was completely integrated into the forest.

A man with a huge sword came out of the house, he walked around the house, and then went back to the door.The swordsman sighed heavily, kicked away a stumbling stone in front of the door, and squatted down on the spot.

"Ugh--"

The swordsman sighed heavily again.

This is the third month that the swordsman has been in this deserted forest.And today, it was another boring day no different from the past.The swordsman regretted that he promised the black-robed mage to stay outside until he finished.

Although at the beginning he really wanted to help his good partner, the black robe mage, but he thought it would only take a few days and would not take him a lot of time.Unexpectedly, his good partner, the black-robed sorcerer, could not complete his work for such a long time.

In short, the swordsman had a very boring life.But if he was asked to say the words to leave, it was still difficult for him to speak.

So in the past three months, the swordsman survived the boring time with his will, but this time he couldn't bear it anymore.

The swordsman fixed his eyes, stood up, opened the door and walked towards the place where the black-robed mage was.

In the depths of the darkness, violent air currents surged, merged into the center of the glowing magic circle, and then came out from the body of the young man in the center.

The thin and pale fingers pointed casually, and the air flow engulfed some kind of black substance and flowed into the glass bottle on the long table.

The young man in the center of the formation was very weak after the formation was over. He staggered a bit, but he still managed not to let himself fall to the ground.In this pure black environment, the young man could clearly see every detail of this room, as if the darkness was like daylight to him.

"Perhaps you will be able to see that black dragon soon." The voice of the black-robed mage sounded, making this dark space even more silent.

The young man didn't speak, but walked to the outside room on his own, where there was a temporary wooden crib. Under the dim candlelight, the crib in this empty room was so lonely.

The young man was lying on this small wooden bed with his eyes open, terribly quiet.

This claustrophobic windowless room is a bit like the confinement room back then.It's just that he was confined here for a longer and longer time, he almost forgot the change of the sun and the moon in the outside world, and more importantly, the room was sealed without a gap, through which he could not peek at the outside scene, see to something he loves.

These are all reasons for Yilu to hate the black-robed mage, but on the third day after being brought here, he was still moved by some words of the black-robed mage.Perhaps as the black-robed mage said, the darkness on his body is invading his reason, his heart, and his whole body, resonating with the darkness on the black-robed mage.So Yilu finally agreed to the conditions of the black robe mage.Because there was one reason in that condition that he couldn't resist.

But at the same time, Yilu was also worried. He was very afraid that the black dragon would forget him, maybe he was just an ordinary treasure.According to the book, although dragons are very possessive of their own treasures, they have no time to take care of ordinary treasures that they accidentally lost, and their long lives have no time to carry so many memories, and they may miss them. So one or two things.

If Sage forgets himself...

When Yilu thought of this, the dark breath could not stop overflowing from his body.

No, no, can't be ruled by darkness, Seg won't like it.

Yiru clenched his fists and restrained himself.Panting for breath, he finally suppressed the cruel and bloody thoughts.

If Sage forgets himself...

Thinking of this possibility again, Yiru shed tears in grief.

"Brant! Brant!" The swordsman's shout broke all the silence.

Yilu wiped away his tears, and the black-robed mage came out of the dark room.I don't know what's going on. In Yiru's feeling, the black-robed mage seemed to be extra patient with that giant swordsman. Even at such a moment when he didn't want to be disturbed, the black-robed mage heard the swordsman's shout It will still come out to solve some problems of the swordsman.

"What's wrong?" the black-robed mage asked.

The swordsman waited for a while and saw that the black-robed mage finally appeared, and hurriedly expressed his great opinion.

"Brant, I can't go on like this anymore, I can't take it anymore." The swordsman showed an exaggerated and complaining expression.

The black-robed mage faced the swordsman with his black hood, as if waiting for him to finish speaking.

"I can't stay here all the time, it's too boring, and I have nothing to do. You know, Brant, the most important thing is that there is no food in this house!" Swordsman said He opened his hands, his expression extremely exaggerated.

"No more food?" The black-robed mage asked suspiciously.

The swordsman scratched his head, realizing that his description seemed to be too exaggerated, and quickly explained: "It's not that there is no food, it's just that the meat is gone, and the honey is gone, and only some hard-to-eat black bread is left .Brant, you know, it was the delicious food that got me through this boring time, but they are gone now, and there is nothing in this forest except crows, and I can't catch bugs Come eat. So I thought..."

The swordsman felt that he had made it obvious that he didn't want to stay here, so he looked at the black-robed mage expectantly.

The black-robed mage seemed to nod as the swordsman wished, then the black-robed mage was silent for a while, and said, "Wait a minute."

Then the black-robed mage seemed to go in and spoke a few words to the captured little prince.

The swordsman thought that he would probably be able to leave when the black-robed mage came out.Unexpectedly, after he came out, he walked out of the door and went outside.Then the black-robed mage chanted an unknown spell on the house, and the vines outside the whole house began to grow wildly, wrapping the house layer by layer, and the door of the house was also blocked by vines.

Now the whole house looks like a spherical monster of vines.

The swordsman who followed couldn't understand what the black-robed mage was doing when he saw such a scene.

"You leave with me?" The swordsman pointed to the mage and then to himself.

The black robe mage nodded.

"Where's the little prince over there?"

"Let him stay there first, he doesn't need food."

The mage's answer made the swordsman feel even more strange, "Wait, where are you going?"

"Didn't you say that there is no food? Let's go and buy some." The black-robed mage said lightly.

"It turned out to be like this, I thought I could leave." The swordsman complained softly.

Of course, this complaint did not escape the ears of the black robe mage.

"You can't leave now. Now is an important stage. I need you to guard the door and avoid disturbing me." The voice of the black-robed mage sounded extraordinarily sincere, which reminded the swordsman of his passionate youth. Without even thinking about it, I agreed again.

On this morning when the black-robed mage and the swordsman were shopping for food, another person who could be called a mage was sitting on the high-back chair of Whitebeard Triss, flipping through the book of Whitebeard Triss.

As for Tris the White Beard, he could only sit on a chair he was not very familiar with, as if he was waiting for the mage on the high-back chair to speak.

In fact, this mage, who is welcomed by the people of the Kingdom of Pass, has been staying at the white-bearded Tracy's house for about a month. Not annoyed, he even gave up his chair for the mage to sit on.

His expression was humble, not as if he was treating a guest, but as a student who respected his teacher and was waiting for his instruction.

The old man with a white beard, and a mage who looked very young compared to him, formed a weird atmosphere that outsiders looked like, but the people among them thought it was normal.Of course, this seems even weirder.

"Little Tracy, I didn't expect that after so many years, you still keep all the books I gave you." The mage's words broke the atmosphere.

"Yeah, but books keep getting old, but you haven't changed at all." Cuis the white beard twirled his long beard and said, but there was not much surprise in his tone that the mage's appearance hadn't changed. With nostalgia for the past.

"There will be changes in the future." The mage smiled, "But it's easy to keep it unchanged."

Tris the white beard also smiled. Although he didn't understand the mage's words, since he met the mage when he was very young until now, the impression of the mage in his mind is the same - he thinks the mage is a Very amazing people.So if anything unusual happened to the mage, Tris the White Beard would think it was normal.

Of course, the mage didn't do anything unusual every day after he lived in Whitebeard Tris's house. He politely asked for Whitebeard Trice's permission, and then began to read the books in Whitebeard Trice's study.

However, the mage's way of reading is very different from that of Whitebeard Triss. If you say that Whitebeard Triss reads a book, he almost reads every corner of a book, while the mage just roughly flips through two pages and closes the book. , and then read the next book, and then close it... In just a few days, I almost went through half of the books in Tracy's room, as if I was quickly recalling the past.

It seems a little wrong to say that the Master flips through every book so quickly, because the book he is reading now seems to be flipped by him page by page.

In fact, Tris the White Beard and the mage don't often chat. Triss the White Beard is also a person who is not very good at chatting, and the mage usually only picks out questions that he is interested in, so they spend most of their time in the room. silent.

"Little Tracy, do you know where the mage's diary left by the legendary mage in this country is?" the mage once again broke the silence in the room and asked in an unprecedented serious tone.

"Mage's Notes?" Tris the white beard twirled his beard, thought over and over again, and finally matched the book in his memory with the book mentioned by the mage, but before answering, He reconfirmed to the mage that the book he mentioned was indeed the one he remembered.

"You mean the one in the legend about the mage and the dragon in the kingdom of Paz?"

"That's the one, do you know where it is?" The mage's radiant eyes couldn't hide the excitement.

"Yes, it should be in the castle of King Paz's royal family, um, I remember it should be in a corner of the royal library." Triss the white beard recalled it carefully, and said with certainty.

"You came here for that book?" Whitebeard Trace asked.

"Yes." The mage replied frankly.

"But apart from recording the legend, that book only records some simple magic. It doesn't seem to be of any use to you." Although Triss the white beard can't use magic, he can still distinguish magic. bad.

"Of course it is useful to me, and it is very important." The mage raised the corner of his mouth.

The legends about the mages and dragons of the Paz Kingdom are almost familiar to the citizens of the Paz Kingdom.At that time, people didn't know what happened next.Of course, as a legend, or a story, only the most exciting part can be remembered by people, especially if the story is too long.It would be nice to have a few characters and cause and effect written down, no one will remember some details, it seems that people ignore the book that the master of the story mage left before leaving the kingdom of Paz.

This point is probably only remembered clearly by people like Triss the White Beard who are obsessed with words and pay attention to details.And the likes of Trace the Whitebeard will record these things so they won't be completely forgotten.

"This...if you just take a look, I might be able to bring this book out for you." Whitebeard Trace thought for a while, then said to the mage.

"Then what if I want to take it away?" The mage looked at Trice the Whitebeard jokingly.

Whitebeard Tracey was silent, and sighed: "You can't take it away, it belongs to the Kingdom of Paz, and it can be regarded as a witness of the Kingdom of Paz."

"Young man, don't be so nervous. I'm just talking, but I don't really plan to do it. But I have to read that book." The mage's voice gradually became low, and there seemed to be an order in it .

"As long as you promise not to take it away, I think I can still take it out to you." Whitebeard Tracey's expression was extremely serious at the moment, and he thought that this matter should not be a joke.

"Of course, I won't take it away. If you don't believe me, you can watch me from the side. And as you said, this book is of no practical use to me. The magic recorded on it It's really too naive." The mage's eyes gradually became deep, as if he was recalling something far away.

Tris the white beard looked at the mage for a while, and finally nodded, agreeing to the mage's request.

However, this does not mean that Tris the White Beard believes what the mage said.The sorcerer is an elusive person. In fact, Triss the white beard can't see through the sorcerer, but because of the help and guidance the sorcerer gave him when he was young and young, Triss the white beard always respects the sorcerer.

Without further ado, Tris the White Beard agreed to the mage, and set off for the castle of King Paz's royal family that afternoon.

It was a sunny afternoon for the Kingdom of Paz, and it was also a sunny afternoon for the distant Kingdom of Aus.

The direction of the meat came from the market, and the smell of honey and a meal of bread wafted from the door of the hotel.Just these things created a huge attraction to the swordsman who hadn't had a good meal in a few days. The swordsman walked into an inn following the scent, and couldn't wait to order all the delicacies he could think of, and then pulled The black-robed mage took his seat and began to feast.

"Uh——" the swordsman hiccupped, "Brant, the food here is really delicious, huh? What is this place, I don't seem to have been here before." Naturally, the swordsman was not referring to this not an inn, but the city and the country in which it is located.

And there is one more problem.

"Brant, why are you so familiar with this place? I remember that you have been operating with the mercenary team for the past few years, and it seems that you have never been to such a place." The suppressed questions came up one by one along with his full hiccups.

"Well, I haven't been back for a long time." The black robe mage said softly.

The swordsman didn't quite understand the words of the black-robed mage, but the next sentence of the black-robed mage surprised the swordsman a little. The black-robed mage said, "This is my hometown."

Of course, apart from being a little surprised, the swordsman also had such a sense of sudden realization.

However, when most people return to their hometown after a long absence, they will always have some inexplicable emotions, but the black-robed mage seems to have no emotions at all, calmly as if he was just telling a fact.

The swordsman didn't pay attention to this, because most of the time the black-robed mage's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear any emotions.However, the swordsman brought a little bit of his personal understanding to the emotionless tone of the black-robed mage, so he interpreted something called nostalgia from it.

If it were me, if I could set foot on the land of my hometown again, I would definitely burst into tears. Brandt is too restrained.The swordsman thought so at the moment.

"There is no time, we should go buy food." The black-robed mage stood up and walked towards the gate of the hotel, and the swordsman hurriedly followed.

It was a sunny and beautiful afternoon in the Kingdom of Paz and the Kingdom of Oss, but when it was overcast, the Kingdom of Lasse became densely covered.

The black dragon curled up in the pile of gold coins, whining.

The black dragon mother looked at the black dragon worriedly, but there was nothing she could do. Now the black dragon refused to even eat food, so the black dragon mother had no choice but to use dragon language magic to temporarily maintain the energy needed for the black dragon's life.

But the black dragon mother knew that if she didn't figure out the reason of the whole thing, her baby Seg would probably be devastated.

So why exactly, why did its baby Seg come back like this.

The black dragon mother felt that it seemed to be very close to this idea, just think again, think again.Suddenly, the black dragon whimpered again and interrupted the black dragon mother's thoughts, and the black dragon mother quickly turned her attention to the black dragon.