Lizard Keeping Diary

Badre is a cruel man.

Not only that, but Badre is a powerful man, too powerful to describe in words.

Shatz once thought that the world judge was the strongest magician in the world.But it is obvious that he knows nothing about the real strong.He knows nothing about power.He... knows nothing.

After the conflict in the garden yesterday ended, he still thought it was over, and secretly rejoiced.

Unexpectedly, Badley suddenly turned his face and told him that outsiders could not stay in the manor, and all outsiders who trespassed were intruders.So without any explanation, Badre attacked Kuru.

The dragon couldn't resist, and was forced to show its original shape after being injured.Seeing the cumbersome body collapsed on the ground, Schatz wanted to step forward anxiously, but Badley bound his limbs, unable to move, and could only watch Kuru being taken away.

He didn't even know that Kuru was locked up, if he didn't learn about the existence of the dungeon from the servants.

They told him that the dragon had become a prisoner of the manor owner, and that the dungeon was a place to temporarily hold the captive until the manor owner figured out what to do with the dragon.

Hearing this, he immediately rushed to Badley, begging him hard, "Let go of my partner, father."

"Your mate?" Badley replied, "I have not given you permission to have a dragon as a mate."

He couldn't believe it, "What? But I..."

"You called my father." Badley interrupted him, leaning back on the chair coldly. "This proves that I have the right to discipline you. But you, who gave you the right to talk back?"

"..."

When Badre spoke, a dark aura swept the space.Under the heavy pressure, his face quickly lost its color, and his whole body was crumbling.

The disparity between the strengths of the two sides is vividly reflected at this moment.He couldn't even give birth to the desire to resist, because that would be moths jumping into the flame, seeking a dead end.

In the face of this power, he can only feel fear.Badre could kill him anytime, just as he could kill Kuru anytime.

It turned out that he was so small.

He stood there dumbfounded, lowered his head, and hugged himself in fear.

After a long time, Badre got close to him, raised his chin with his slender fingers, and stared at him fixedly.

That hand was completely different from Kuru's, black and cold, it walked along the contours of his face to his hair, and gently rubbed his head.

"Okay, don't worry about such trivial things. It's late now, go to rest, your room is ready."

Badre ordered a servant to take him to the room.

It was a cold bedroom, the bed was as hard as a rock, and he couldn't sleep on it, thinking about his partner all night long.He doesn't even know if Kuru is still alive.

In the early hours of the morning, he finally couldn't resist sneaking out, intending to get Kuru out of the dungeon.He had inquired about the location from the servants earlier.But he wandered around first, and took a makeshift wire, before heading to the dungeon.

However, the gate of the dungeon was shrouded in black mist. As soon as he saw his figure, he blocked every crack in the gate by himself, so that even a fly could not fly in.

This is Badley's black mist, although it won't hurt him, it will definitely not let him in.

He could only stand outside the door, listening to the faint groans coming from inside.

It sounds like Kuru's injury is still not healed.

……nonsense.How could Badley kindly heal his dragon.

I don't know if there are any special formations or instruments of torture in the dungeon.What if Kuru suffers there and the injuries go untreated and become serious?

Schatz pulled his hair in anxiety.

He, who has not slept all night, is in an extremely negative mood at the moment.

He returned to his room in a gloomy state, locked the door behind him, and was alone in the place Badley arranged for him to stay.

After dawn in the morning, the servant asked him to eat, but he hated the thought of having breakfast with Badre.Whether it was his father or not, he would never forgive Badre for hurting Kuru.

"Ah——"

The crows outside were yelling, which disturbed Schatz. He couldn't help opening the window, took out a pen and threw it at it.

Although the pen missed, the crow shut his mouth wisely.The neighborhood is quiet.Today's sky is much brighter, but Shatz's mood is as dark as night.

The dungeon was guarded by a black mist, and it was impossible for him to enter.He begged Badre to let Kuru go, but Badre refused. He insisted that Kuru was an intruder who trespassed, which was clearly a preposterous statement. The murderous devil just wanted to find an excuse to deal with Kuru.

Look at the corpse hanging on the tree, probably the last victim.

If he can't rescue Kuru in time, will the next one to be hanged be...

Schatz bit his lip, squatted on the floor, buried his head between his knees, and wrapped his arms around his calves.

"Master Shatz." There was a knocking sound outside the door, "It's noon now, do you want something to eat?"

What a fool he is.He should have known from the beginning that Saccharon was not a good person.But he was confused by that strange sense of familiarity...

He shouldn't be here!However, even if he refused at that time, Badre would have a way to force him to come.

It's all because he's so useless.

Schatz sat on the floor all day, not watching the time go by or the servants shouting.Anyway, they are not living people. In his view, they are like a timed alarm clock, calling for someone when the time comes.

As long as he insists on not going out, the servants outside the door will eventually retreat.

After skipping three meals in this way, night came quietly.

Schatz began to feel hungry and weak.But he still doesn't go out.He couldn't think of a way to help Kuru, and would rather punish himself in this way.

If his dragon is suffering, why should he enjoy it?

Suddenly, the door lock slammed, and the room was filled with chills and a heavy yin.

"Why don't you go eat?"

Badre was in the room.Schatz was startled by this.But he obviously locked the door... Forget it, what was he thinking.For a god-level black magician, locking the door is simply a joke.

Schatz didn't look up, but continued to hug his knees, pretending to be asleep, ignoring the new people in the room.

"Answer me." The voice above added a bit of anger, "I know you went to the dungeon at night to see the dragon, didn't you, but you returned in vain. Hehe, don't think I'm playing childish like this, I just will release the dragon."

"Hehe." Schatz also sneered twice, purely to counter Badre's sneer.

He didn't know how naive he was acting now, until his body soared into the air, was thrown onto his shoulder by Badley involuntarily, carried him to the door, and then he yelled in panic.

"Let me go! Let me down!"

I also know that Badre will not let him go.

Although Badre was not strong, he was surprisingly strong. No matter how he shouted, how he kicked and struggled, he just carried him all the way into the dining room.

Shatz was thrown onto the soft chair, black vine-like substances protruded from both sides, quickly wrapped around his waist and legs, tied him firmly, and fixed him on the seat, only the upper body could move.

"Eating right now."

Is there such a thing as tying up others and forcing them to eat?

Schatz stared hard at Badre, and the latter stared back at him coldly, as if you don't want to leave if you don't eat.

Then Badre lifted the cover on the dining table.Tonight's meal has a lot of variety. Shatz has carrot porridge exuding aroma, lean meat boiled with green and yellow green beans, and crispy omelette...

My stomach growled in disbelief.Schatz realized that his struggle was futile, and that his physical instincts outweighed everything else, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of grief and indignation.

He hated the feeling of being powerless, but he was so young, immature, and inexperienced that he couldn't change anything, so he pushed all the plates away, lay down on the table and cried.

"Wooooow..."

The man on the opposite side froze for a moment.

The black mage had seen too many scenes, the world collapsed and the stars went out, but he had never seen his son cry so sadly and desperately.

What is there to cry about?Badre couldn't understand.Just for a dragon?

It's unreasonable...

But it is undeniable that there is a soft place in the bottom of my heart that was stabbed, although it was subtle, it still made Badre at a loss.

Badre froze there, watching Schatz sobbing in a low voice, shrugging his shoulders, as pitiful as a bird caught in the rain, soaked and homeless.

Is this the father-son reunion scene he was hoping for?

A heavy sigh overflowed.

"okay……"

Schatz felt something touch his hair, once and for all, as gentle as combing a feather.Sobbing, he turned his head, and found that it was the big tentacles formed by the black mist, instead of Badley, who was stroking him.

"Don't cry. Isn't it just a dragon? I'll get you a phoenix another day, and you can play with it however you want."

Faced with such low-level persuasion, Xia Ci couldn't help sobbing, "No...I don't want it! I just want...my dragon... woo woo woo..."

"Alright, let's eat first, and then you can go to see the dragon."

Schatz immediately raised his head and took two breaths, "Really...really?"

"Really." Badre said sullenly.

Only then did Schatz stop her tears, wiped her face with a napkin, smoked for a while, and then began to eat.