Palm Dragon

After looking around in the air for a long time, Adrian found the flower field last time.The difference from last time is that there is a small white fence beside the flower field.

Just as Adrian was about to push open the fence door after landing, a sharp voice exploded in his ears.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

Adrian only felt his ears buzzing.

"That's the smell!"

Before recovering from the mosquito coils, Adrian's paws were tightly grabbed.

"Last time—you were the one who destroyed the flower field!!!"

Adrian blinked his eyes, and then he saw clearly that it was a little elf.

The elf's beautiful, almost transparent little pointed ears were dyed a thin layer of pink because of anger, and they glared at Adrian.

"I picked moonlight flowers! I picked a lot! I also trampled on the flower field!!!!!!!!!"

"Ah..."

Adrian wanted to defend himself, but the little elf didn't give him a chance at all.

"Bad Dragon! Destroy Lord Yisi's flower field! Bad Dragon——!!!!"

"Listen to me!"

When Adrian was in a hurry, he inadvertently waved his paw, and the elf was thrown away.

boom.

The elf who had slammed into the big tree slid down slowly, like a squashed frog.

The world is quiet.

The elf rubbed his nose with tears in his eyes, and led Adrian into the depths of the valley, muttering non-stop while walking.

Adrian in human form scratched his ears uneasily, trying to apologize: "That... I didn't mean to..."

"Bad dragon, bad dragon, bad dragon!"

"I'm not a bad dragon!"

Adrian was also wronged.

"Before you destroyed the flower field and threw me into a tree, what is it if it's not a bad dragon?"

"I told you it wasn't intentional! I didn't know you planted those flowers..."

"I didn't grow it."

"Ah?"

"This flower field," the elf suddenly puffed out his small chest proudly, "is Lord Yisi's!"

"Is?"

"My lord Yis—is the noblest, most beautiful, and most temperamental nobleman—" the elf's ending voice disappeared into Adrian's surprised inhalation.

There is a blue lake in front of you, which is even more quiet in the deep green forest.

Not only that.

There is a gorgeous manor by the lake.

Adrian couldn't keep his mouth shut.

The elf gave him a disdainful look, and snorted out from his nostrils: "Hillbilly!"

Adrian followed the elves around the lake and came to the manor.

The elf rang a silver crystal-encrusted bell that hung over the courtyard gate.

The gate of the manor opened.

"Let's go." The elf flew in first, and seeing Adrian turning his head frequently, he couldn't help but feel proud: he must have never seen such a beautiful manor, and he was nervous, this redneck dragon!

And Adrian thought to himself while turning his head: That silver bell looks so valuable...

I'm here to apologize, but it's in every dragon's nature to love to collect treasure, and our Adrian is no exception, elf.

Adrian is actually rich.

The concept of being rich does not mean that he has such a magnificent castle or a luxurious life.

The wealth of the dragon is measured according to the wealth.

For example, our Adrian, although he lives in a small three-story stone house built by dwarves, and consumes food and drink by himself, he is still very rich.

Because in his secret cave, there is treasure that even a king would be jealous of.

But when Adrian followed the elves into the manor, he deeply felt that all his previous hard work had turned into clouds.

"You actually used fairy silverware from the last era as a teapot..." Adrian squatted in front of the short table in the living room in disbelief.

When he sharply saw that the teaspoon in the teacup was studded with cat's-eye jadeite that had disappeared from the market, and when the carpet in front of the fireplace had a royal family's exclusive logo, he felt an inexplicable feeling for the owner of the flower field. resentment.

In Adrian's view, all treasures, no matter how valuable they are, should be treasured and cherished, carefully cared for and appreciated. In his cave, every small gold coin will be polished to a sparkle.

Therefore, Adrian was very angry when he saw that the manor treated the rare treasures as daily necessities that can be seen everywhere in the Mayfest fair.

In fact, Adrian's resentment is largely because he feels that he has "lost".

The elf disappeared at some point, and Adrian kept reminding himself that it was a robber's act to plunder the manor, so he just sat and waited obediently.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Adrian still couldn't help but feel heartbroken for the babies in front of him.

"The owner here must be an ignorant guy who thinks he has good taste."

When Fire Dragon was concentrating on slander, he was startled by a sudden voice behind him.

"Honorable sir, the master hopes to have a cup of afternoon tea with you, please come with me."

If Adrian was covered in fur like a cat, he would be standing up like a steel brush by now.

Like all butlers of ancient nobles, an old gentleman in a dark uniform appeared in the living room without a sound.

Adrian followed the old gentleman carefully, and deliberately didn't look at how many spoiled treasures he had along the way.

Surprisingly, the old gentleman led Adrian outside.

A small, delicate garden.

Is the owner here a flower demon?Adrian thought.

Open up a flower field in the Emerald Valley, and there is a garden in the garden.

On the well-built lawn, there is a big parasol.

Under the umbrella was a nice set of picnic tables and chairs, on which a person was already seated.