Dragon Family

It's a sunny day.

The warm sunlight shines on the long and narrow path paved with gravel.Rapeseed flowers are in full bloom on both sides of the road, and the green stems and leaves support the golden flowers, which are so large that they dazzle people's eyes.

A four-wheeled carriage came from the west of the path, rushing to the end of the east.It was the manor of the well-known wealthy gentleman, Lord Grantham, and the roaring bull's head printed on the carriage door was the family emblem of this family.

Contrary to the scenery of the surname Grantham, Mrs. Grantham in the carriage is deeply depressed.Days of running around had no effect. Thinking of the news that her daughter's marriage failed would soon spread to every corner of the countryside, and even poor and poor people who were far worse than her would laugh at it, she was so angry and worried that she wanted to die Hundreds.What's even more unbearable is that she and her daughter are likely to be poorer than those poor people in the rest of their lives.

If there is a turning point in this matter, she is willing to exchange ten years of life.

Her heart was so praying.

Uncharacteristically, the carriage stopped near the gate of the manor house--it used to drive straight in, right up to the gate of the mansion.

"What happened? Mark! Are you even bought by fate to play tricks on me?" She opened the window angrily.

Beside the white lacquered iron gate that has been guarding the manor for nearly a hundred years, stands a timid short young man. His pale blue coat shyly hides a more shabby white shirt.He noticed her sizing up, and her expression became more and more cramped, as if she was about to faint at any time.

She carefully looked at him for a long time, and finally completely overlapped his face with the face in her memory. The simple and honest face that had haunted Mrs. Grantham for half her life now illuminated her life like the dawn.

"Ma'am, it's Master Kerry!" the coachman shouted excitedly.

"I saw it, I saw it." She was also very excited, almost incoherent.She jumped off the carriage and pulled the hem of her skirt, and jumped in front of him, impatiently looking like a young girl. "Kerry, my God, you're back! You're back! That's great, thank God!"

The young man looked at her in bewilderment, not knowing how to react to her strange enthusiasm.

"Why are you standing outside? This is your home, your manor. You are the owner of it, you have completely conquered this place, you should walk in!" She took his hand and found that he was as usual Obedient, the heart is more happy, and even the mouth is more agile, "During your absence, Audrey and I miss you all the time. We worry and pray for you all day long. We know that you are standing here healthy and intact. Our prayers helped."

She affectionately pulled him in, completely unaware that the person being pulled was almost suffocated in horror.

There was a rattling rolling sound along the road.

She noticed that in his other hand he was pulling a large, crudely made wooden black box on wheels.To the usual Mrs. Grantham, it would be too choking to use it as firewood. "This is your luggage?" she asked softly.

The young man nodded shyly.

She said happily: "It seems that you have gained a lot outside. This is really great, your blood, your experience, and my support, no one is more qualified to inherit the manor than you."

The young man was surprised: "Inherit the manor? Father...does father think so too?"

Mrs. Grantham's face darkened, and she said vaguely: "Let's talk about it after dinner. We need to talk about it in detail. I've been racking my brain these days, and it's all because of you. Fortunately, the hard work has paid off, and finally Support until you come back. I was already desperate." She choked up, half-truth and half-false.

The young man was overwhelmed by the flattery, he was stunned, his hands and feet trembled a little.

As if she didn't realize it, she comfortably led him through the resplendent hall without any impatience.In the youth's memory, only the first two years of her marriage were like this.

"You've come back from a long journey. You're exhausted. You must wash up. I'll take you to your room." She took him to the guest room again.

The young man murmured, "My room is downstairs."

Mrs. Grantham looked away uncomfortably, "The foot of the... bed in your room is broken. I urge them to clean it every day, as if you are still at home, and don't want to lose the chain two days ago."

The young man was moved: "Thank you, I really... don't know what to say."

Mrs. Grantham opened the door, and a faint scent of orchids greeted her.

The room is twice as big as the youth's bedroom, and the floor-to-ceiling windows face south, facing the rose garden in front of the mansion, with a picturesque view.The bedding was neatly spread on the bed, and fresh Cymbidiums were placed on the bedside table.

Next to the bedside table near the window, a dark red leather coat was hanging alone on a hanger.

"This is the clothes of your future brother-in-law Humphrey34." She spoke with pride, "He is an excellent young man, and he is matching your sister. After you become a family, you can move around frequently, which will benefit you."

Youth is grateful to Dade.

Mrs. Grantham paid special attention to his big box before leaving.

This is the third floor, but he carried such a box with one hand and went up without panting, showing his strength.When he left home, he only brought one month's living expenses with him, probably because he had to work as a coolie to survive.She imagined him living a precarious and poor life, and she was very happy.Only those who have suffered a lot will cherish the hard-won happiness, which is better.

As soon as the door was closed, the lid of the large box that was randomly placed next to the bed collapsed, and a thin, yellow-faced man sat in it listlessly, massaging his neck and complaining, "I really want to cry for your mother. After her In her heart, her son must be a saint who is so kind that even cockroaches can't bear to step on it to death. After knowing your true face, how sad do you think she will be?"

The youth draws the curtains.When the sunlight left his face, the simple and honest expression changed accordingly, so gloomy that a storm could blow at any time. "She is not my mother, but the continuation of my father."

The man said: "Oh, stepmother."

With a wave of the young man's hand, the lid of the box hit the man's head.

"Ah! You lunatic!" The man who was hit on the head yelled in pain, and threw the cover angrily, but his eyes met the cold eyes of the young man, and his anger immediately froze into ice slag.He laughed dryly, and changed the topic tactfully, "Isn't your name Kleis? Why did she call you Kerry?"

Kles said, "Used a name."

The young man said: "Is your sister beautiful? The Humphrey family is one of the oldest nobles in Shamanlier, with high vision, vulgar fans will not be able to enter their house."

Kles said: "Excluding those who are married and minors, there are currently sixteen married young people surnamed Humphrey."

"No wonder your brother-in-law's name is Humphrey 34."

"The chat is over. Now tell me about the relationship between the Humphrey family and the dragon."

"What is this? Do you think you can summon a dragon by taking a piece of Humphrey's dirty clothes and smelling it? If so, people in their family run around naked every day! Now we don't even have Humphrey's door If you haven't touched it, the biggest relationship with the dragon is that you have nothing to do with it!"

As soon as he finished his words, Kles grabbed his neck.Kress held his Adam's apple with his thumb, exerting a little force, "I hate beating around the bush."

"I... hate... being strangled... by the neck..."

"Tell me about Humphrey's relationship with the dragon, or die."

The man looked at his ruthless face, realized that this was not a threat, but a preview, and hurriedly said: "They have an invitation... letter!"

Kress let go of his hand, "Where's the invitation?"

"Twin Islands. An invitation to Twin Islands."

Krys locked his eyes to see if he was lying.

The man said: "There are monsters hidden in the Nightmare Forest, necromancers live in Xiguimo, and the power of Dongguimo is even more mysterious. Is there any crisis in the Twin Islands, which are also the four forbidden places?"

"The dragon is on Twin Islands?"

"It's not that simple. First, we must get an invitation to the Twin Islands."

Chris was silent.

The man rubbed his neck, "Trust me, I am young and handsome, in the prime of my youth, and I don't want to go to see Death so early. You have eavesdropped on my dream, and you should know how important it is to me to be a knight. I will never Will make fun of it."

"There are many paths to being a knight."

"Do you think I haven't tried it? I was 17 years old when I escaped, and I only know two skills that are useless to knights - stealing and escaping. Tier [-]. Tier [-]! You are not qualified to be a guard at the Knights Guild."

"The Knights Guild has no guards, only two stone sculptures of knights on horseback."

"...Thank you for your comfort, let me know that it is not that I am not capable enough, but that the material is not suitable."

There were footsteps at the door.

Kles made a long story short: "After we get the invitation letter, we will go to Twin Islands."

The man muttered: "Your tone is as if the invitation letter is left at the door of Humphrey's house waiting for someone to claim it."

Kles said: "You call yourself the most powerful thief."

"That was before I was injured. Look at what I suffered a few minutes ago," he pointed to his forehead and then to his throat, "you know that recovery is a more distant legend for me than becoming a knight !"

"Indeed."

"..."

The servant knocked on the door.

Before Kress opened the door, he suddenly turned to the man and said, "Did I tell you, who was the one who hurt you?"

"An arrogant, unreasonable, conceited magician." The man paused, "You know him?"

Chris said, "He has a name."

"Me too. My name is McKee...I just don't have a last name."

"He has a name and a surname, Hydein Tajlis."

"..."

The servant knocked on the door for a long time, but the two people inside were still silent.

McGee said slowly: "Do you have the same name as you?"

"..."

Chris reached out and opened the door.

A servant came in carrying hot water.

The strikingly large black case rested intact against the bed.