Palm Dragon

Ferris has been in a bad mood lately.

After Pagrama let the lifeless elf slip away, I planned to turn Pagrama upside down and find him out—I even sent someone to investigate where he worked.

In the end, he had to leave before he had time to stop at the magic equipment shop with the weird name.

Because of this, the short fiery red hair of the young dragon seems to be more colorful these days. In Al's words, "You don't know when his hair will crackle, and it will burn all the creatures around it to death. "

Even if he was full of resentment, Ferrez had to come to the Holy Imperial Capital.

There is only one object who can make the unruly him obey even if he is unwilling.

That is the Dragon King.

However, ever since he accompanied the Dragon King to an auction where even a dragon would find it vulgar, Ferrez's brows have not been loosened.

"At least he didn't chatter like a woman to express his dissatisfaction." Al, who was standing outside the door, whispered to another dragon who was acting as a guard.

"I'd rather have him blah blah."

Only the Dragon King could remain indifferent under the dark aura of Ferris, and none of them wanted to stay in the same box with the irritable fire dragon.

So when Ferris kicked open the box door and came out, they were all startled.

"Are you going back?" Leaving the king?Al didn't think Ferrez would do that.

The dragon's expression looked very impatient.

"The king wants that." Huolong raised his chin towards the stage.

Al understood.

"It seems that there are quite a few people who want it. Wang has been bidding." Al took out a cigarette.

"Wang asked me to deal with the guy who kept raising his price," Ferez said.

Al was burned by the smoke.

"The king wants you to fight?"

Ferris walked out of the corridor without answering.

"This is too bad." The blond young man held a cigarette and exchanged glances with his companion. "Is this auction hall fireproof?"

Mr. Noble did not take fire prevention measures.

Although he knew that the tall red-haired youth in front of him was a fire dragon.

And his temper was likely to be as irascible as he appeared to be.

But he still smiled and asked him to sit down, and at the same time did not let go of the quotation in his hand.

Ferris raised his eyebrows, and looked around the box rudely.

Well-dressed—don't ask how he is so well-dressed, the handsome gentleman sat on a chair and asked the old butler beside him to pour tea.

Looks fragile.Huolong commented on the slender figure that Mr. Noble is quite proud of.

There was no aura of threat on him.

Ferris was satisfied.

That meant he might just be richer or more powerful than the group downstairs, and he might be able to talk him out of bidding on that bed soon enough.

But he still rejected Iss's wine invitation to him - he knew that eyes are not reliable in many things.

So Ferrez explained the purpose of coming very directly.

"Ah—that bed?" Iss continued to quote with a smile while shaking the red wine in his hand. "It's cute, isn't it?"

"Ask your conditions." Ferrez was very impatient.

The longer the delay, the more money the Dragon King will spend.

Although the Dragon King is rich, the dragon is never willing to lose one more gold coin.

And just now the Dragon King complained a little bit - the other party didn't seem to care at all that the auction price was far more than the value of the bed.

Long is unwilling to do unnecessary fighting for wealth.

Mr. Noble didn't seem to notice Fire Dragon's expression, and gracefully began—chatting.

He once saw such a pure white unicorn in such and such a forest, the tail can actually be woven into a carpet besides the bed curtain; Corner's crystal rhinoceros bone is more suitable for making a bed frame than ivory; ask him if he also thinks the bedpost The exquisite carvings on it are "peerless works of art"...

When Iss was talking happily, Layton motioned him to turn his head.

The hair of the young man by the door seemed to be redder, as if it would burn at any moment.

"You know, Layton, I've always wanted to try other hair colors." Mr. Noble's smile remained unchanged.

"Maybe that color just suits this gentleman." and a burning tree stump.

"Let me explain one last time." Ferris said coldly.He didn't have the patience to negotiate peacefully with them from the beginning. "It's either dead or put down the offer book."

Mr. Noble put away his smile.

Because the scorching dragon fire even made him feel uncomfortable.

The small ball of light on Ferris' palm froze the atmosphere in the box, and the unusually high heat made Iss put down the cup in his hand in disgust.

The red wine was spoiled by steaming.

"If you're a threat," Iss looked down at the offer in his hand, "I'm not going to accept it."

oh?Ferris raised an eyebrow.He was a little surprised at the indifference of the master and servant in front of him when facing the dragon fire.

Your own dragon fire is more lethal than the lava in the ground.

If it's a human, it's not enough to just get close.

Their "unyielding" made Ferrez look a little differently.

"Are you going to accept it if it's a request?" Ferrez decided to give them a chance to settle peacefully.

He might be able to feign a little low profile in order to fulfill their satisfaction with dignity.

"Oh?" Mr. Noble smiled. "Then ask me."

"..." Ferris changed his mind.

The premise of lowering his posture absolutely does not include this disgusting haughty expression.

No more nonsense, Ferris's palm instantly condensed a high-heat white light, and then——

Disappeared.

Fire Dragon lowered his head in disbelief.

His palms are empty.

impossible.

Ferris clearly felt that his power had completely disappeared a second before it was about to be released.

Or... was completely smoked.

Fire Dragon's eyes narrowed, and the red pupils were covered with anger.

It seems that they did not intend to settle peacefully in the first place.

That's better, Ferris snorted.I have been in a bad mood, just to vent.

Iss was in a happy mood watching the young Fire Dragon go from full of murderous eyes to unbelievable collapse, and gracefully continued to write numbers on the quotation book.

"I'm afraid I will trouble you, my butler."

Layton stepped forward, carefully wrapped his hands in a handkerchief and opened the door opened by Ferris, and easily picked up the unconscious Ferris.

Fortunately, Ferris pushed the door instead of kicking it with his leather boots, and Iss looked at a small, inconspicuous moth that was startled and flew up.

Mozu's small pets sometimes have unexpected uses, such as the dizzy moth.

Chameleon-like physique allows this little thing to quickly blend into various backgrounds, but because it has a bad habit of dropping powder, it is not a popular breed among demon pets.

Because if you have a cat that likes to shed, you'll probably just whine and then clean the sofa.

But you wouldn't consider having one at home if the shedding fur from that cat could knock you out at any moment.

Generally only used by young daedra as pranks among friends, this powder will knock you down and drain your power for a short time, but not for long.

Is once raised it in an abandoned secret room, and tried to make some improvements to the dizzy moth out of boredom.But in addition to making the mutated dizzy moth prefer to drop powder, the various side effects of moth powder are more intense. After that, Mr. Noble decisively left this pet that is neither beautiful nor easy to attract the owner.

But there are times when it can come in handy.

For example, the dizzy moth dropped countless psychedelic powder on the door in just a few seconds.

It was stained the moment the fire dragon pushed the door.

But maybe because the dragon's immunity is higher, the moth powder, which usually occurs immediately, takes a long time to take effect.

But it doesn't matter, Layton always brings a lot of good things when he goes out.Mr. Noble thought.

"Maybe the door can be restored to its original state with a little elf's purification magic." Iss waved his hand.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the originally empty corner of the box.

The elf helped Adrian, who was lying on him, heaved a sigh of relief.

He was really taken aback when the fire dragon pushed the door just now.However, Yisi's barrier was one of the most perfect barriers he had ever seen, and even the dragon, which was naturally sensitive to magic, didn't feel it.

Aini gave Mr. Noble a complicated look. He always believed that the enchantment made by his father was invincible.

But he didn't have time to think so much.

"Ed?" Mr. Noble pulled up the little dragon lying on the elf's body, and patted him on the cheek.

no response.

"He has fallen asleep!" said the elf angrily.

Before Ferris fell down just now, he was so nervous that he came back to his senses and found that Adrian had already laid his pillow on his body and snored sweetly.

"Let's go back then," Ice said. It was almost midnight.

"Huh? But that bed..." The elf couldn't react.

Layton did not know when he came back, and began to tidy up the box door full of psychedelic powder.

Adrian slept soundly, rolled into a bulging little bag on the bed, and didn't even move.

It's already bright.

Ernie was sitting in the kitchen downstairs, and while buttering the slices of bread, he asked doubtfully how Mr. Noble managed to take the picture of that bed.

Is was woken up early this morning, signed the payment slip sent by the auction house, and accepted the disposable space box containing the big bed.

Layton poured hot coffee into Ice's mug.

"That young Fire Dragon may have a good status in the Dragon Clan." Mr. Noble smiled.

"Ah?" The elf bit a slice of bread and expressed incomprehension with his eyes.

After Layton threw Ferrez at the door of the box, maybe even the big shots in the box were alarmed.

Otherwise, the price increase on the quotation book will not suddenly stop and let yourself succeed.

But Mr. Noble didn't intend to explain.

He took a sip of coffee happily, and hoped that Layton would go up to see if the little dragon had woken up.

When the genius was gray and gray, he was woken up in a hurry to pay the bill, and he was not disturbed.

But now it was broad daylight, and it was time for Adrian to get up.

Leighton put down the coffee pot and went upstairs.

Mr. Noble happily poured another cup of coffee.

Ernie quickly poured all the maple syrup on his pie before Adrian came down.

The housekeeper quickly went downstairs, but Xiaolong didn't come down.

"Where's Ed?" Lying in bed again?Mr. Noble frowned.

He thought the little dragon would be looking forward to seeing the gem bed.

A strange expression appeared on Layton's iceberg face.

"I think it would be better if you wake up Mr. Adrian yourself," said the butler.

Ice raised an eyebrow.

Aini also stuffed the last bite of pie to the nearest, puffing out her cheeks and followed up the stairs.He was very interested in Butler Leighton's expression, something ridiculous must have happened in Adrian's room.

Mr. Noble opened the door, Layton had already drawn the curtains, and the room was filled with gentle sunlight.

The bulge on the bed was rising and falling regularly.

Layton followed, but did not speak.

"Ed?" Ice sat down on the edge of the bed.

no response.

Mr. Noble held out his hand——

"..." His hand on the quilt froze.

He looked at the quilt, his hands should be on his head, but...

What is that strange touch across the quilt?

Iss turned his head, and Layton also looked at the quilt.

Mr. Noble stood up abruptly and lifted the quilt violently.

Adrian, who was trapped in the soft quilt, curled up into a ball, his round belly fell up and down, and he slept very sweetly on his paws.

Yes, paws.

"Adrian?!" The elf exclaimed in a low voice.

With a round belly and a round head, without the restraint of the quilt, the thick tail still flicks gently from time to time.Although it is black, it can still be seen that there are fleshy claws and tightly closed round eyes-it is indeed Adrian.

You could tell he was sleeping soundly, and he actually had a smile on his face - amazing for a dragon.

Aini had seen Ferrez transform, but the little black dragon in front of him was so small that it might be more than enough to cover it with one of Ferrez's wings.

Even the nightgown that Mr. Noble helped him put on last night didn't break, instead it covered half of Xiaolong's head like a quilt.

But...it's so small...it's just a baby dragon that just broke its shell!

The little black dragon didn't feel at all being watched by everyone, he grunted a few times and rolled over on the quilt, his little thick tail curled up triumphantly.