Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

Saranar didn't fly back until very late. He turned into a human and walked into one of the many caves on the Dragon's Peak. Silas and Harrog had already been waiting there. One-eyed Henry, who had lost too much blood, turned pale. He fell to the ground and moaned feebly.

"He won't say anything," Silas told Thalanaar. "He didn't even try to frighten him with the dragon's roar when Harrog returned to his original form."

"Who told this guy to have half his life left when he was brought back. I was afraid that I would kill him if I didn't pay attention, so I couldn't do anything about him." Harrog, who had turned into a human form, snorted dissatisfied. "Otherwise, no matter how hard he is, I can pry the secret out of his mouth."

"Hard bones? I like it." Sarannar showed an elegant smile on his handsome face, and one-eyed Henry was terrified. "The process of breaking the hard bones one by one must be very interesting. As a mage, I have more than 100 ways to make you survive or die, if you give in soon, it will be meaningless, so you have to hold on longer."

One-eyed Henry used to do things like abusing prisoners for fun, but when he met such a gentle devil, he was so frightened that the hairs all over his body exploded, and even Silas couldn't help but look sideways.

Salanar cast a spell on him, one-eyed Henry flinched in fright, the black dragon's voice gently comforted him and said: "Don't be nervous, it hasn't started yet, this magic is used to protect you, to ensure that the next No matter how I treat you, you will neither die nor faint."

"No...no...you devil!" One-eyed Henry cried in fright. As a competent villain and desperado, his biggest characteristic is his hard bones, but at this moment he was still frightened and cried.

"Don't cry in a hurry, the fun has just begun." Sarannar cast a little magic after speaking, and One-Eyed Henry's crying immediately turned into a scream.

After more than ten seconds, he collapsed: "It's Prince Alion! Please... ahhh!"

"It's not a very unexpected answer." Sarannar turned around, "Kill him."

"Wait..." Silas just wanted to stop him, but Harrog in human form broke One-Eyed Henry's neck and licked his lips: "This guy looks very fleshy, you can Give me something to eat?"

"As you please," Sarannar said.

Harrog picked up the corpse and walked out happily humming a little tune.

"Why don't you just hand him over to the king?" On the way back to the lair, Silas couldn't help asking, "The prince has done such a thing, it should be better to let him know?"

"You killed so many people, just threw the corpses on the road, and let go of several people. This matter must not be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Military Intelligence Department. Although they are useless in other places, at least the surrounding area of ​​​​Silver Creek City You can still control his movements." Sarannar said, "Of course King Heather will know what his good son has done, we don't need to take this captive to slap him in the face again, quietly like this Clean it up for him and he'll thank us."

"...Okay, I have another question." Silas thought for a while, but still asked, "If he just doesn't recruit, will you really torture him in more than 100 ways?"

"How can I be so boring, I just study how to torment people when I have nothing to do." Sarannar said with a smile, "You should have seen this kind of method, using ignorant people's fear of magic, using threats and language hints To scare him out of his wits, and then I just need a weakened lightning magic, weak enough to make people sting all over but not be electrocuted into charcoal, it's enough to make him tell the truth."

"There are indeed some methods. I used to think that your magic is unfathomable, but now I find more and more that the truly unfathomable is actually your mind." Silas said admiringly.

"Aren't you too? It's great to think of using the simplest lighting magic in this way." Sarannar said with a smile, "I really like you more and more."

Silas raised his head and looked at Sarannar's side face, trying to distinguish whether the remark was a casual joke or something, but the expression of the black dragon was still calm and unfathomable.

During the conversation, they had already returned to their residence in the cave. Saranar said, "You seem to be injured. Take off your clothes and let me see."

"It's just a small injury, it's okay." Saying so, Silas still took off his shirt, revealing a broken skin wound on his arm, which was swept by a blind guy with a mace After a while, even though the clothes were not torn, a piece of skin was rubbed off.

Saranar's fingertips shone with a soft light, and Silas felt a burst of coolness at the wound, the congealed blood scab slowly melted, the skin re-grew and closed, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How did I remember that you don't know healing magic?" Silas said in surprise.

Silas, who already knew a lot about magic, knew that healing magic was completely different from the destructive magic that Sarannar usually used. It must have taken him a lot of time and energy to learn this primary treatment. surgical.

"Mortals are so fragile..." Sarannar said vaguely with a sigh.

He reached out and stroked Silas's freshly healed wound. The skin of a human without scales was so soft that it could be pierced or torn easily.He thought of the last Kelsen and the countless Kelsen before him. The dragon who had fought with the dragon knight knew the fragility of human beings best.

But what about even the mighty Dragon Clan?He thought that his strong brother would always protect him stubbornly, even though his magic was stronger than that of his brother, but one day, without warning, the man who always worried that he was not full and sick , The lost brother will never appear again.

"So?" Silas didn't understand why he came up with this sentence out of nowhere.

"Today's work, well done." Salanar changed the subject with a smile.

"Didn't you already say that?"

"I mean at your house."

"You're spying on me again." Silas muttered dissatisfied.

"This is concern, not surveillance." Sarannar smiled, stroking Silas's soft cheek with the back of his finger, "Do you feel sad about having trouble with mom like that?"

Silas lowered his head and smiled faintly: "I thought I would be very sad, but...in fact, that's it."

"Great progress, you are finally no longer that good baby who can only survive by relying on your mother. I know you must have a lot of affection for your only relative, but if you just endure it, you will wrong yourself and spoil you Mother, in the end, neither side will be able to get a good one."

"Then, Lord Salanar, who said that he needs to work harder, must have a better way." Silas looked at him with a relaxed expression and smiled.

"My methods are always relatively simple and rude." Sarannar said, "When she gets used to the luxurious life of a lady, if she is still so stubborn and refuses to let go, I will take everything I give her and let her Go back to the days of eating black bread. At that time, she will naturally understand that the days when you depended on her for support are gone forever, and now she is dependent on you for support. If you still want to dominate everything about you as before, She will get nothing."

A few days later, the envoy from the palace brought a box of jewels and several bottles of fine wine to Sarannar, and there was also a message that His Majesty the King expressed his apology for what happened a few days ago, and promised to discipline Alion well. Prince, never let similar incidents happen again.

"Sure enough, you hit the mark." Silas said with admiration.

"After playing for a long time, you will naturally be able to figure out the rules of the game." Sarannar said, "Tell me, the person who was ambushed was obviously you, but the king came to apologize to me. What does this mean?"

"It means that in his eyes, I'm just your vassal."

"No, it means that he still regards you as one of his subordinates. The king does not need to send gifts to his subjects to apologize. Only the dragon clan who is not with him needs him to make such a gesture, because no matter how upset you are, He is still your king, if we get upset, we might burn down Silver Creek City." Sarannar rubbed Silas's red hair, "You still have something to learn."

"...It's more tiring than practicing swords all afternoon." Silas sighed, "I'm starting to miss the simple life of a dragon knight in the past."

"It's enough to simply miss it." Sarannar said, "If there is a need for air combat in the future, I will not take you to the battlefield."

"...Why?" Silas widened his eyes in astonishment.

"Mortals are too fragile." Sarannar stroked his cheek and said with a soft sigh, "I don't want your life to be fleeting like summer flowers and morning dew."

Silas looked at him without moving, but said nothing.

"I know that you are not afraid of sacrifice, and there are many people who are willing to use death to achieve some so-called...meaning." Salanar smiled lightly and said, "But I am very selfish in this regard, I hope you live , you have to live well."

"I understand." Silas lowered his head, with a complicated and tangled expression, "But... I always hope to be more useful to you."

Sarannar lifted his chin with a smile, and kissed him lightly. Silas immediately embraced Sarannar with his strong arms, and responded enthusiastically.

After kissing for a while, Salanar leaned against Silas's forehead, exhaled ambiguously at a very close distance and said: "Dragon knights are just consumables, they can be replaced as many as they die, and their usefulness does not necessarily have to be reflected in the battlefield." In practice, you can definitely use your talent to some more valuable places."

"For example?" Silas asked with a little breathlessness.

Sarannar smiled mysteriously: "I will take you to meet someone."

At this time, it was almost dusk, Salanar asked Silas to change into casual clothes, pulled up the hood to cover Silas's iconic red hair, and then flew to Silver Creek City with Silas, in a Landing where no one was around, he transformed himself into the most ordinary figure Silas had ever seen.

Inexplicably, Silas followed him to the slums in the southern city of Silver Creek.He also sneaked here to play when he was a child, and all he had left in his impression was the extremely dirty and messy environment, and the very unfriendly eyes towards strangers.

Saranar led him through a dilapidated small door, turned around a few times in the complicated maze-like alleyways, and finally came to a dark passageway.

An old lady with a wrinkled face was sitting at the entrance of the passage, spinning thread. Silas originally thought that she was just an unrelated passerby, but the old lady suddenly opened her cloudy eyes and shouted excitedly: "Monbarick Your Excellency? It is Lord Montbarik who is here!"

There was a lot of commotion in the originally quiet surroundings because of her words. Silas saw someone put away the crossbow in a small window and ran downstairs. The nearby doors were closed tightly. The small broken wooden doors were all opened, and poor people in twos and threes—women with children in their arms, children with wide eyes, and old men in their seventies and eighties all poked their heads out, looking at Sarah from a distance as if they were seeing someone extremely revered. Lannar didn't dare to get close. Several shabby but burly foreigners came out of the darkness, put away their weapons and greeted Sarannar. The torches were lit.