Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

Silas did not delay long before retrieving the saddle and fitting it on the transformed Sarannar.

If it was a free ride from the black dragon, it would only take ten minutes to get to Silverstream City from the top of the dragon.Saranar landed outside the city as usual, and after Silas climbed off his back, Sarannar turned into a look that Silas had never seen before.

The deformed black mist condensed into a middle-aged man in his 30s, with chestnut hair, of medium build, wearing a very inconspicuous coarse cloth, and his facial features were so ordinary that it could be said that he could never be found after being thrown into a crowd.

Silas stared blankly again.

"Surprised?" Sarannar said in a nondescript voice. "I told you, I don't have to be one way."

"No, I...well, I'm really a little surprised. I didn't expect you to have such a...simple side." Silas didn't know how to express his awkward mood without being rude.

"In fact, these transformed shapes are like clothes. Many dragons only have one piece of clothing to wear, but I have many pieces. The one you like best is just the clothes I usually like to wear." Saranar intentionally Getting very close, he raised Silas's chin ambiguously, and as expected, seeing the awkward expression of extreme patience on the other side's face, he smiled, "Let's separate here, I have my own things to do .I'm going to find you tonight and ask your mother to prepare something delicious. I want to have pineapple tacos and toast from last time."

"Okay." Silas agreed, and then watched the middle-aged man who Salanar turned into was a featureless middle-aged man, pulled up the hood with a bit of damage on the edge, and walked towards Silver Creek City.

Silas entered the city with some mixed feelings, and knocked on his door.

The home is still the same as before, basically unchanged.

Dragon knights are the elite among soldiers, and the nature of their work is very dangerous, so they are relatively well paid.Silas's salary for the past two years was sent home intact, but Yehelena didn't use it to improve her life at all.Silas even suspected that only when he came home occasionally did Yehelena break the rules and get a good meal.

Obviously life is no longer tight, but she insists on treating herself so harshly, which really makes Silas feel very helpless.

"Oh, Silas, my dear son." Seeing her son coming home, Yehelena stepped forward and hugged him excitedly.

Although Silas did not obey Yehelena's arrangement back then and chose such a dangerous job without authorization, which made Yehelena furious, but after all, the military camp is a place that cannot be easily left after entering. After a long struggle, Yehelena Finally, he slowly accepted the reality, and began to be proud of such a dragon knight son.

"How come you have time to come back, didn't Lord Salanar come with you?" Yehelena looked at the door, seeming a little disappointed.

"He has something to do, and he will come over for dinner tonight." Silas thought that if Sarannar came to the door in his current appearance, he didn't know how Yehelena would react.

"Oh, that's really great. Did he say what he wants to eat? I'll start preparing it now!" Yehelena immediately beamed with joy. The leader of the Dragon Clan actually appreciated her cooking skills, and would often follow her when she had nothing to do. Silas came home for a meal or something, which made Yehelena very proud.

Silas told Salanar about the food that Salanar wanted to eat, and Yehelena started busy preparing it. Silas was led around by her. After bringing back a large bucket of flour from the market, Silas couldn't help it. Said to Yehelena: "Mother, did you do all these things yourself while I was away? It doesn't cost much to hire a servant."

Yehelena chopped vegetables as if nothing had happened: "What are you talking about, I will save the money for your wedding."

"Married?" Silas couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah, dear son, you are almost 20 years old. When I was your age, you were already three years old." Yehelena continued to herself, "I know you were born in the Dragon Palace." There are no women in Dian, so I have chosen for you. Ashalia is the daughter of a merchant. Although her background is relatively low, her father is really very rich and promised to marry her for a whole year. silk for the cart, ten kilos of gold and a bag of precious stones..."

"That's enough, Mom, I won't marry any merchant's daughter," Silas interrupted impatiently.

"Oh, of course, my son. Your wife should be chosen by yourself. I have found several other candidates for you. Remember Jessica? Your cousin, you were together when you were young Played, how much his parents looked down on us back then, but now they are begging to marry their daughter to you. Seeing that they are relatives after all, and they are also married to an orchard, I can also consider forgiving their past rudeness. "

"No, I mean, I'm not going to marry any woman," Silas said firmly, "I'm sorry, Mother, but Sarannar sees me as his mate, and I can't betray him, marry someone else."

After hearing this, Yehelena showed neither shock nor disbelief. Instead, she stopped what she was doing and said calmly, "...then, the rumors are true."

"What rumor?" Silas froze for a moment.

"You really did that kind of shameless and conscienceless thing with a dragon... and you were a male." Yehelena held her chest and took several deep breaths, and then cried, "Oh my God! , true God, please forgive us sinners!"

"Mom, don't do this." Silas had a headache and didn't know what to do. Although he had expected such a day, it would be difficult for Yehelena, who believed in the True God Religion, to accept his relationship with Salanar. But he still didn't expect that Yehelena's reaction would be so intense. He tried to persuade his mother to look away, "We two are together as you like, and it doesn't hinder others. Why is this a crime?"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Yehelena slapped him violently, and angrily cursed, "I can't believe that you are still willing... How did the Haslan family come out? You are such a beast!"

Silas's face was turned to one side, just in time to see Sarannar enter the door, there was no expression on that ordinary to featureless face, black mist enveloped his body, he brought Following the cloud of black mist, he walked towards Silas, and within a few steps, he changed into the usual noble and elegant appearance.

Yehelena was trembling with anger: "You abandoned the dignity of being a nobleman and a man, and chose to become a dragon. Do you think this is revitalizing the family? No, you are embarrassing the family, you know ?!"

Just when Yehelena raised her hand to slap Silas for the second time, Salanar grabbed Yehelena's wrist from behind.

Yehelena was taken aback by him, and turned her head to look at Sarannar, whose face was as calm as ice, in panic.

"Honorable Madam." Sarannar's tone was terribly calm, "No matter how dissatisfied you may be, this is not the behavior that a lady of status should behave."

In front of the leader of the Dragon Clan, Yehelena regained her composure at an astonishing speed. Although her face was still stained with tears, her expression was as serious as if nothing had happened just now: "...Sorry, Lord Salanar, I Feeling out of control."

"I need to speak with your son alone, I don't think you mind." Sarannar continued calmly.

"Of course, please feel free, Lord Sarannar."

So Saranar involuntarily took Silas's arm and dragged him upstairs to the room.

After closing the door, Salanar pinched his jaw and carefully examined the marks on his face. Although Yehelena was only a woman, the slap in anger still left a mark on Silas's fair skin. Visible fingerprints.

"Why don't you resist?" Sarannar asked.

Silas tried to break free from his grip, avoiding his gaze in embarrassment and said, "She's my mother after all."

"So?" Sarannar narrowed his golden eyes.

"She has a fire in her heart, and it's okay to ask her to hit her twice."

"In the face of a stranger's offense, you know how to fight back. Just because she is your mother, you can beat, scold or even humiliate you like this?" Saranar's voice was still so calm, but Silas could detect it. To, he was angry.

"You don't understand that humans and dragons are different." Silas said with his head down weakly, "She expects too much from me, and I always let her down."

"So, you feel very guilty about her, don't you?" Sarannar said, "So in order not to let her down, shouldn't the good baby Silas listen to his mother and go home and get married?"

"Don't say that." Silas's voice panicked, "I will take care of my family's affairs by myself, and I won't cause you any trouble, I promise."

"How to deal with it? Your mother is a true God believer. Can you convince her to smile and bless you with a man? What's more, I'm not even a 'person'." Sarannar turned around Whether to look at him, "Forget it, Silas, you have nothing to do with your mother, even when she wants to hit you, you don't even know how to hide."

Silas hesitantly stretched out his hand towards Sarannar's back, but suddenly he didn't even dare to touch the corner of Sarannar's clothes.

Salanar said that being with him is just for convenience, and now that he himself is in trouble, who knows whether Salanar will simply abandon him and find another partner who does not have so much pressure on him.

Humans are everywhere anyway, and there is no difference between this one and that one.

But what can he do?

"Don't be like this...Salanar, I will take care of it, please don't be like this?" Silas could only whisper.

Salanar turned around and pinched Silas' jaw: "As my knight, are you that weak? You are clearly capable of fighting the most elite orc troops, and you know how to do it." To deal with the provocations of ordinary people, but as long as the people you are close to, no matter how they treat you, do you just know how to be patient?"

Seeing Salanar's sharp gaze different from before, Silas knew that he was really angry.

Saranar pushed the strong Silas on the bed at once, the old wooden bed let out a groan, and then began to roughly undress him.