Daily life of giant dragon cubs [Western Fantasy]

Ulea took the group out of the town, and a window on the edge of the town quietly opened, and a head poked out from the window, watching the two shadows elongated by the moonlight getting farther and farther away.

A moment later, a young man with reddish-brown hair ran down the stairs, running in the dark, and stopped panting at the door of the barbecue shop. The owner of the barbecue shop, Bunir, just closed the door.

"It's Arthur, what's the matter so late?"

Arthur subconsciously glanced at the barbecue restaurant with a slightly honest smile, and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment: "I heard that there is a very tasty customer in the restaurant..."

"Oh, this, the customers have left just now, but the store's inventory has been eaten up."

Arthur then asked a few words about the monsters beside the guests: "I haven't seen this kind of monsters yet."

Bunier nodded: "I haven't seen it either."

After chatting with Bunier for a few more words, Arthur said goodbye to him and went back.

The spar on the copper lampstand was lit, and the sleeping people in the room were awakened by the sound of Arthur's return. They came out of the room rubbing their eyes, and looked dissatisfied at Arthur who was rummaging through boxes and boxes: "What are you doing at night?"

Arthur stopped what he was doing, closed an open book and pushed it back: "Father, where are the letters left by the ancestors?"

Simpson thought about it carefully, and realized that what Arthur was asking was the handed down but useless handbook: "It seems to be used to cushion the table. Why do you ask this?"

"It's nothing." Arthur squatted down, carefully took out a yellowed book from under the table, blew the dust on it, and wiped the writing on the cover with his sleeve.

"My Father" was written on the cover, with a small line below "In memory of my father Wendell Nolan, the great dragon knight of the Auston Empire", signed by Pierres Alfred.

found it……

Arthur held his breath and opened the notebook.

Simpson looked at him inexplicably, not understanding why Arthur was so excited about a useless notebook.

"Hi!" Simpson called to Arthur, "still still sleeping?"

"Father, don't disturb me!" Arthur turned another page of the letter in his hand, "We're going to be rich!"

"Don't keep daydreaming, go to bed early and go shopping with me tomorrow morning."

Arthur reluctantly put the letter away, put it in his arms, and went back to his room.

Simpson warned him: "Remember to go back to bed, and don't let me find out that you are still watching this useless thing when you go back to your room!"

"I see." Arthur closed the door with a "bang", hesitated while lying on the bed, and still put the book under the pillow without opening it.

On the other side, Uriah's lair.

Tuanzi had already fallen asleep, Yulia lay on the pile of gold coins and moved, and opened his eyes after a while, but there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

"Unicorn milk..." Uriah frowned, Jonas must have done it on purpose.

If you go to the unicorn tribe to ask for it, you will definitely not be rejected, but it will be troublesome to meet Botram.

It's okay without this, but having it will definitely improve the survival rate of the pups through the cocoon stage.

It's annoying.

The warm body under the wings undulates gently with breathing, and the slight heartbeat is transmitted to Uriah through the wings.

This is a very weak cub.

Yuria sighed and closed her eyes again.

Decided to take the group to go to the unicorn quietly tomorrow, avoiding Botleme, the unicorn's territory is so big, it's impossible to meet him by such a coincidence.

"It's so troublesome..." Ulea said, carefully pulling the dumpling closer to her.