Palm Dragon

Adrian hasn't slept so soundly for a long time.

Maybe it's because after leaving the Emerald Valley, they either stayed in the carriage or in the tent, and ran around with the elves during the short stay in Pagrama for a few days.

Whether it is a human or a dragon, there will always be fatigue.

So buried in the long-lost big bed, Xiaolong didn't even turn over all night.

He had a good dream.

I dreamed that the emerald valley is now full of gorgeous little wild flowers, I dreamed of a bumper harvest in the orchard, and I dreamed of the exquisite and small manor deep in the valley.

Maybe it's because the familiar atmosphere around me has not dissipated, maybe it's because the air is full of the reassuring sweet scent of roses...

Sweet! ?

Adrian instantly woke up like a vigilant cat.

The nobleman's low laugh is as timely as the good morning kiss.

"I've always known that the aroma of baking is more likely to awaken a sleeping dragon than the sword of courage of a young knight."

His hair was still in a mess, and Adrian, who wanted to jump up and go downstairs, was pushed back into the bed by Yiss.

"The pudding won't be a little smaller because of your lateness, so my dragon should go to the bathroom first, right?"

After getting the promise from Xiaolong to brush his teeth, Mr. Noble let him go, leaned against the head of the bed and smiled with his hands on his chin.

The little bathroom in the bedroom was bustling early in the morning.

The long-lost knock on the door sounded, and the curve of His lips slowly lengthened.

The heels of the shoes did not make a sound on the carpet, the thick gold-edged velvet curtains beside the bed were brushed aside, and the bright sunlight couldn't wait to coat the room with a layer of gold.

"I'm so happy to see you again after three days at No.20 without morning coffee," Ice said softly.

Adrian clanged and washed his face, and the little dragon's eyes reflected in the mirror were sparkling.Is is already dressed.

"I guess it's time for the rose pudding to be tender. Please ask him to let me know if the coffee is ready."

Xiaolong, who was about to rush out of the bedroom, looked back in doubt: "Is hired a servant?" Or did he buy a slave at the market in the middle of the night?

He was answered with a gentle smile and the softly shut bathroom door.

The smell in the air had changed a bit now, the smell of cheese and grilled meat getting stronger as Adrian walked down the stairs.

Did anything good happen to Werther?

Xiaolong couldn't wait to push open the half-closed door of the kitchen.

There was a reassuring sound of boiling in the soup pot, a figure turned around, with his back to the sunlight outside the window, Adrian could only see the white hair that was neatly arranged.

"Good morning, Mr. Adrian. The mutton may have to wait a little longer."

The elf sat at the table and waved at him.

"Ed Ed! I woke up early in the morning to the scent! The old gentleman's almond milk is amazing!"

Xiaolong held on to the kitchen door dully, and opened his mouth wide: "Lighton—?"

grunt.A bubble burst on the surface of the constantly churning thick soup.

Since leaving the Emerald Valley, apart from Baby Orchard, what Adrian misses the most is the strict old housekeeper in front of him.

Even though Adrian was a little in awe of his forever expressionless face, it didn't affect Xiaolong's admiration for him.

Adrian adores all dessert masters.

All the holy emperors so far away from the Emerald Valley saw idols, and Adrian stuttered a bit.

"I thought, um, the rose pudding Iss was talking about was, going to the city center to buy..."

Holding the pudding, Adrian couldn't believe it.

"I don't think those confectioners who use bad sugar and watered honey can make a pretty pudding, sir."

Layton replied sternly, just as he was about to put a large coffee pot on the silver tray, Ice pushed the door open.

"I guess Ed would be happy to see my butler, the kitchen is probably busy too." Iss sat down gracefully. "So I decided I'd better come down by myself before the coffee gets cold."

The delicate little coffee cup was placed in front of Iss as he spoke.

Ernie dug into the pudding, looked at the coffee set that was definitely not in the house cupboard until yesterday.

As expected of Yisi's butler, he will never let you guess what else he is carrying with him.

"The letter Is wrote yesterday..." Adrian looked at Mr. Noble who was drinking coffee leisurely.

"Three days is the limit for me to stay in a house without coffee. When I stay longer, I know that we are better in the Holy Emperor than in Pagrama. The importance of a good housekeeper cannot be more obvious." Iss motioned them to look look around.

The kitchen, which was still dusty yesterday, was almost unrecognizable.

Everything from the ceiling to the corners of the cupboards was spotless, and the silver was polished to fit a mirror.

"It smells so good~ Is it mutton?" Aini sniffed hard.

Both his and Adrian's pudding cups were hollowed out.

“While I would say it’s a bit too heavy for a morning roast, it’s clear that everyone is travel-weary and willing to combine breakfast and lunch as it gets closer to noon,” Leighton said.

Aini yawned unabashedly.

The life in the carriage for several days made everyone very tired. Yesterday, they almost fell asleep as soon as they went to bed, and they didn't know when it would be dawn.

The kid with the lard was almost done, and Leighton produced a large glass jar containing a thick red sauce.

After spreading the sauce on the grilling lamb, the old butler began to plate.

Iss smiled and rejected the butler's silver plate, and only took a salad.

Mr. Noble has fulfilled yesterday's promise, and Adrian has been immersed in happiness bubbles since he opened his eyes.

A rose pudding was just a pad, and the goat in garlic sauce really made him feel full.

"I never knew barbecue could be so sweet~" Aini's cheeks were bulging again.

To be precise, this dish does not follow the traditional method of the Ori continent, and the sauce used is made of sour juice and egg yolk, sugar and pepper garlic.

Barbecues are usually the favorite recipes of hunters or warriors. They only agree that they can be paired with strong wine and torn by the fire. children's.

Although Mr. Noble is not a bold manual worker, he actually disapproves of this dish.

But for the elves and the little dragons, it would be better if there is one less person to share the food. They are not interested in salads full of vegetables.

But when it comes to sharing food, "Where's Werther?" Adrian asked vaguely.

"Upstairs." The elf said nonchalantly.

Since last night, the necromancer has locked himself in his room and strictly ordered that no one should disturb him-especially Aini.

"It seems like I like staying with Ice Cube." Aini rolled his eyes.The necromancer's smoked sausage has almost been haunted by elves.

"What about Casey?" Adrian woke up at this moment.

The little bat remained silent.

Ice glanced at Layton.

The butler stopped making tea.

"About that vampire, I had already gone upstairs to see it when I came here."

"Then how is it?"

Layton weighed his words.

"He is an eight-generation blood family—you know, the more diluted the blood, the weaker the power. So the magician of the holy imperial capital may have dealt with him a little harder." The blood family has been fighting against humans for quite a long time, so Magicians have also developed some magic that has unexpected effects on blood races.

"What should I do?"

This time Leighton answered quickly. "Let him go back, the blood clan who held the first embrace for him will have a solution." The first embrace has very subtle definitions for both parties.

Let Casey go back to Bloodline.

The conclusion is simple.

But... "How does it go back?"

The weak little bat can't fly out of the house.

"..." Layton didn't answer.

The Blood Race is not a tourist attraction, even if someone in this house knows how to get there, they are probably not willing to make a trip.

"Is there no other way?" Adrian slowly put down the fork.

Seeing Yisi's expression, Layton wanted to sigh in his heart, although the old face remained motionless.

"I think Butler Leighton will have a way."

Sure enough, Mr. Noble immediately and instinctively comforted Adrian who was starting to feel sad.

"Leighton has so much experience that sometimes I can't help admiring it." Ice praised his butler vigorously. "I think he must also know something about the blood race."

The kitchen was silent for half a minute.

"...With your words, even if Mr. Adrian wants the sun to be green, I have to find a way to paint the sun." The old butler replied respectfully.

"Before Layton figured out a way, I hope you finish eating the mutton in front of you. The roasted lamb with garlic sauce is worthless if it gets cold." Ice coaxed.

Xiaolong regained his appetite and raised his fork: "Won't Werther eat?"

Aini, who had already eaten and drank enough, spread his stomach on the chair and replied angrily: "He is conducting some kind of evil research."

A necromancer locked himself in a room in the Holy Emperor and set up an enchantment, so he could draw a conclusion without thinking.

"Evil research?" Adrian almost forgot that Werther was on the list of unwelcome tourists of the Holy Emperor.

Ice drank the last sip of coffee with a smile. "Everybody has a sweet little secret."

sweet?The elf struggled to stop the mutton, which tended to rise up his throat.

Little secret?Adrian thought hard.

"Is it his friend?" Suddenly realized.

Mr. Noble was noncommittal and rubbed his head.

Xiaolong and Elf both went to the garden to look for Aini's beehive that they accidentally discovered yesterday. Mr. Noble leaned on the handrail of the corridor on the second floor, looking at his old butler with a serious expression.

There was no joy or anger on Layton's expression, but Iss could still feel his dissatisfaction.

"The duties of a housekeeper should not include seeking love for the master." Layton stood upright and said with a blank expression.

"A good housekeeper should arrange everything for the master." Iss said with the most serious expression.

Layton stopped arguing and pushed open the door of the small study at the end of the corridor.

Because Iss said that the little bat needs to be quiet, Adrian put Casey alone in the study.

Mr. Noble followed into the study and lifted the cotton handkerchief covering a basket on the desk.

The little black bat lay motionless in the basket.

Layton lifted the little bat's head with his fingertips.

"The eighth generation."

It means Casey is weak.

"The traumatic magic that inhibits the self-recovery of the vampire...only such a young vampire can be helpless."

"He is your... junior. You will always have a solution." Ice looked at Layton and smiled.

"I've already said the best way, send him to the blood clan who embraced him."

"Many times we have to use less than perfect solutions to solve problems. I understand you," Mr. Noble looked at Layton. "Can you do it?"

Affirmative.

"You are embarrassing me."

"I'm asking you."

Layton was quiet for a while, looking at the very pitiful little bat in the basket.

"You know I'm a celibate."