Palm Dragon

Bats were awakened by the smell of blood.

It was different from the virgin blood that I usually drank, which was poured into a tall crystal cup, and had a rough fishy smell.

The smell made him sick.

Who in the blood clan who pursues the quality of life is so tasteless?No matter how hungry you are...

Damn, who is pinching his mouth?

Evil...that smell is disgusting...

"Yes! It's awake~"

Adrian let go of the bat's mouth that had been deformed by himself.

The little bat that woke up leisurely didn't seem to be in a happy mood.

"What is it doing?"

Xiaolong watched the little bat flap its wings violently.

Iss smiled and took Adrian into his arms. "It probably doesn't like boars."

boar? !

The bat who just angrily pushed away the small cup of blood next to him couldn't believe his ears.

Did these guys take the noble him for a lowly vampire bat? !Trying to make him drink the blood of that vulgar creature? !

Adrian watched with bright eyes as the little bat's short fur stood up, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Kindred are really interesting creatures.Xiaolong thought.

The little bat is ready to stick out its fangs.

Is let go of Adrian, and gracefully handed the small cup of pig's blood on the table to Adrian: "It seems that it doesn't need this."

So when Xiaolong leaned out the window and splashed blood on the carriage, his beautiful emerald eyes glanced vaguely at the bat on the table that was about to pounce.

Adrian turned his head back, "It turns out that bats don't like pig blood...Huh? Is it shaking?"

"It's probably because I was rescued by a kind passer-by, so grateful that I couldn't control my surging emotions. You know, it is always difficult to control ourselves when we are too excited."

Adrian blinked. "Is it?"

Xiaolong turned around and comforted the bat kindly: "We just let it go, you don't need to be so grateful."

The little bat was lying on the table, as if he didn't hear the nonsense of Mr. Noble.

Although in fact he wanted to kill these two inexplicable guys in grief and anger, but that look just now...

He couldn't move, he couldn't even look up.

Even Pompey, the fourth-generation elder of the McAvey family, which is known for its ferocity and violence, would not have that kind of dark eyes.

The sense of fear that overwhelmed him at that moment just now disappeared so quickly that he almost thought it was an illusion.

If it wasn't for his limbs... oh, the wings were still spasming.

Let the dark-haired boy hold himself in the palm of his hand and knead like a plush toy in a boutique.

He knew that if he made any effort to resist, the terrifying silver-haired man could tear himself to shreds without any effort.

The little bat wiped its fluffy face with its wings.

Since force is obviously not going to work, it has to be adaptable.

"..."

"...Iss, what is it doing?" Adrian looked at the bat in his hand and suddenly began to assume various twisted poses as if he had taken hallucinogens.

Mr. Noble looked back, he was indeed an out-and-out idiot.

Adrian raised the bat worriedly, "Did it hurt your brain?"

"...!" The little bat's busy movements stopped stiffly.

The little bat living under the eaves pretends to be cute to lower the vigilance of the other party, but forgets that both Adrian and Iss are out-and-out men, and they don’t appreciate the selling point of fluffy pets at all—if he Those weird poses just now can be called cute words.

"Do you have a name?" Xiaolong said enthusiastically.

The little bat, who felt that his actions just now were so stupid, remained motionless.

Adrian, who got no response, poked it.

Yi Si suggested from the side: "You can get one for him."

Adrian thought it was a good suggestion.

But the little bat jumped up immediately.

Just kidding, I am a member of the noble Toledo family who is destined to be watched and admired from birth, how can I let a guy of unknown origin give him a random name!

Bat's protest was not ignored, and Adrian put him on the table.

It looked around, climbed up to a flat glass, and poked it.

After thinking for a while, Xiaolong poured out a little of the water in the cup and put it on the table.

The little bat dipped its right foot into the water and began to draw on the table.

A few letters gradually appeared on the dark red bird's-eye maple table.

"C-a-s-h... Casey?"

The little bat nodded proudly.

"It really is a blood race." Mr. Noble looked at it. "Can you give such a shallow and incomparable name, are you from the Toledo family?"

The raised chin of the little bat seemed to have been punched.

"Ah, so it really is." Mr. Noble continued to read the book bored.

As the carriage moved forward, Casey became more and more sluggish. He was injured at first, and some of the energy he had temporarily accumulated was also exhausted by the violent 'exercise' just now.

Seeing the little bat not moving, Adrian was a little bored.

"When can I arrive?" He had been in the carriage for three days.

Yisi comforted: "It's almost the outskirts of the holy imperial capital."

what? !

Casey, who was playing dead, almost jumped up.

I was in such a mess because I had an unlucky encounter with the Bright Mage in the holy imperial capital. I finally escaped, and these two guys are going to send him back again? !

"Is Werther all right?"

Ice understood what Adrian meant.

Werther's friend lost his life in the holy imperial capital, and Xiaolong was afraid that the necromancer would be hurt by the scene.

"It doesn't matter, I'm afraid he still has to be secretly happy." Although the necromancer didn't make it clear to Yi Si, he also roughly mentioned the necessary conditions for his friend to be resurrected.

The holy imperial capital is probably the last stop in the necromancer's long-term efforts.

Adrian didn't understand, but Werther is really in a good mood recently, and he even cooks a picnic for everyone these days.

You know, during the journey from Kotata to Pagrama, the necromancers didn't show signs of good cooking at all, and gnawed dry bread with them expressionlessly every day.

"Witt is a mature necromancer. He knows how to cover himself without getting into trouble with the Holy Emperor. On the contrary, your new pet probably can't handle it." Looking extremely weak, Leiden saw his junior It's so useless, I'm afraid I don't want to go back to the blood clan.

"If I hadn't made a mistake in estimating the defense strength of the sacred imperial capital, this little thing might not even be able to pass through the barrier of the city gate." Mr. Noble raised the hardcover hardcover book in his hand, on which was written in dazzling fancy script Author of "Holy Land of Pilgrimage and Tourism! - Self-Handbook of the Holy Imperial Capital".

In addition to the astonishing enchantment, the magnificent city gate of the holy imperial capital is also guarded by the city defense squad.

As long as creatures with dark attributes are found, they will be hunted down and expelled mercilessly, or even eliminated by the enchantment.

"What should I do?"

Mr. Noble raised the corner of his mouth.

Casey rolled over and listened boredly to Mr. Noble's abduction.

"The soldiers guarding the city and the enchantment are all rudimentary, and they can be fooled with a little trick."

"But I don't want to waste my energy on a little bat."

Bat rolled his eyes.This kind of method is used when my lord can transform, it is really nothing new...

flutter.

A silk handkerchief fell from the sky and covered the slanderous little bat.The voice of their conversation became muffled, "If it's Ed's wish..."

There was no voice.

The next intermittent sound caused the little bat under the handkerchief to cover its fluffy face with its wings.