Embarrassment of Golden Dragon Tails

Tails was looking at the table he had just wiped when he received the challenge letter.He held the rag in his left hand, rested his chin on the thumb of his right hand, and repeatedly searched for stains with critical eyes.

The table was clean, Tails nodded in satisfaction, and was about to tell Charlie to wash the rag.Turning around, the rolling mountains came into his eyes, and Tails' movements suddenly stopped.The sudden discovery of the facts was like a bucket of ice water pouring down from his head, chilling his heart.

He found out in horror: since when did he get used to being commanded and enslaved by Vera, and since when did he gradually forget to resist, and even...began to take these humiliating tasks for granted?And since when did I, the noble and beautiful golden dragon, adapt to such a small and humiliating form?

The sky is vast, white clouds are floating, how long has it been since he stretched his wings?The inability to change form is the bondage imposed by Vera through the soul blood contract, which directly acts on the soul through his real name and cannot be violated.

but……

The rinsed and whitish dishcloth twisted and deformed in his hands, gradually turning into tattered pieces.Tars' golden-brown eyes darkened, and he felt his teeth itching again.

For the human mage, Tails has very complicated feelings, and the golden dragon is relatively peaceful in nature. If he doesn't get along in this way, maybe he doesn't mind doing a little favor for Vera—as long as the other party provides delicious food.And now... when I gradually got used to this kind of forced humiliation, which would last for decades, then what should I do?

Thankfully no dragon knew.Hopefully no dragon will visit his lair anytime soon.Tails prayed secretly.

"Dinner! Red ragout and barley bread! With silvergrass," cried Charlie Freckles cheerfully.

Even through the high winding stairs, Tails still smelled the smell of stew mixed with fruit. For the first time in more than a month, he was not tempted by the food.

At this moment, he saw the letter of challenge.

It was a pure white envelope, and on the front was written in large characters in dark green cursive script: "Letter of Challenge".

The envelope dangled a few times in the air, went straight to the window, and hovered in front of Tails.It was only then that Tails saw clearly: there was a line of ugly, small words on the top of the envelope: "To: The public enemy of the intelligent race, the sinister and cunning evil mage Valasemorel." Signed: "Your Most Loyal Enemy: #%"

Tails studied it repeatedly for a long time, but he couldn't understand what this pile of ghost symbols was!The envelope looked fairly harmless, and there wasn't much danger of magic in it.Tails reached out his hand, intending to take it apart to have a look.

"Don't touch it." When he was about to touch the envelope, Vera appeared behind him without a sound.He looked like he had just come out of the kitchen, his long black hair tied back, making his dark eyes even more slender.He was dressed in soft dark blue velvet robes, and over a long brown linen coat, faintly stained with gravy.

"His old trick, the envelope contains the spell."

"he?"

"A guy not worth mentioning." Vera crossed Tails' side, stretched out her long fingers, and cast a detection magic.

The envelope remained unresponsive, hovering there.

Vera tried the inquiring magic. This time, black air leaked from the surface of the envelope, and the white envelope quickly became like it was just fished out of ink.

Tails stood aside, watching Vera cast a spell with cold eyes, secretly hoping that that unworthy guy would make him suffer a lot.

Vera took out a pinch of gray powder and sprinkled it evenly on the envelope. Afterwards, he chanted in a low voice and danced his fingers quickly.

The gray powder gradually melted into the surface of the envelope, and the envelope shrunk and quickly twisted into a ball, as if it had exhausted all its strength, and fell to the ground with a "click".

Vera snapped her fingers easily, and said disdainfully: "Corrosion, a boring trick. My loyal servant, if you opened that envelope just now, at least this room will become a piece of cheese. Holes big enough to house rats in half a village."

"It seems that your dragon fate among humans is not very good. The public enemy of the intelligent race, the sinister and cunning evil mage. What is the name of this unworthy guy?" Tails raised his head, trying to make his tone appear ridicule.

Vera showed her usual smile, shook her head slightly, and said casually: "Who knows, I don't want to waste energy remembering the name of this kind of guy." He reached out to pat Tails on the shoulder. Recently, he seemed to be I love this action.

Tails froze, cleverly avoiding his movements.

A trace of doubt flashed in Vera's black eyes. He withdrew his hand, showed a hypocritical gentle smile, and said to Tails nonchalantly, "Let's go to the restaurant while the stew is still hot."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the stairs.

Behind him, Tails stood for a moment, squatted down, and stuffed the black paper ball curled up on the floor into his jacket pocket.

After that, he stood up and looked back at the verdant casual forest and the mountains in the distance.In the rolling blue and black mountains, there is a lair that he has not returned to for a long time.

Tails took a deep breath and walked towards the spiral staircase.

It's still a long time, so I have to fill my stomach first.As for the mage, let's just leave it at that, for the sake of the delicious stew.

Three days later, an uninvited visitor came to the mage's tower on the edge of the random forest.

The visitor was wearing a pure white robe with complex magic patterns embroidered with gold thread. There were a dozen white cloth bags hanging on the thick golden belt around his waist. Gold and silver tassels hung down the robe, almost falling to the ground. .His long pale golden hair was neatly gathered behind his ears, and his whole body shone golden in the sun.If it weren't for the five-foot-long pear blossom staff in his hand, he would almost look like a priest of the goddess of life.

Tails' golden-brown eyes lit up, and he could hardly restrain the urge to carry this shiny golden guy back to his lair for collection.He suddenly remembered that he had never seen Vera's staff, and it seemed that he had never used anything other than his fingers and casting materials.

The visitor raised his head, and a pair of emerald green eyes on honey-colored skin were like emeralds inlaid in a pile of gold.

He pointed at the gate of the mage tower with his staff, and said in a priestly tone like the goddess of life: "The public enemy of the intelligent race, the sinister and cunning evil mage, come out and accept the judgment of light and justice!"

Vera leaned against the window on the top of the tower, shrugged disdainfully, and told Tails: "My most loyal servant, go and send him away, and let this magic stick get out of my sight."