Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

Rodster finally finished his work, and when he raised his head, Samir was still sitting cross-legged opposite him, holding the sleeping little black dragon in his arms.

The meteor shower was over, and there was a silent night sky behind Samir, and the silver dragon under the night sky was also drowsy. He leaned his head on the black dragon cub, and looked at Rodster with half-open eyes.

Seeing that Rodster finally stopped, Samir showed a faint smile.

"Is it over?" Samir asked.

"It's over," Rodster said.

Samir nodded and muttered in a low voice, "You really worked hard..."

Rodster hesitated for a moment before explaining, "It's not hard."

"Because you are doing what you like and are willing to do, so you don't feel hard." Samir smiled slowly: "I am the same way. Even if it is sometimes tiring, but the sense of accomplishment and the joy from the heart It’s great to be able to make up for everything and find something I want to do instead.”

Samir put his hand on his chest, his eyes could hardly be opened: "We all have things we want to do..."

Rodster pressed his hand, and after a brief hesitation, he finally stretched out his arms and hugged the dazed Samir horizontally.

Long silver hair was wrapped around his arms, with only a few strands hanging down.

Samir let out a soft cry, the little black dragon was still in his arms, but Rodster held him firmly, and the little black dragon still slept very peacefully.

Rodster carried Samir back to his space, and after Samir lay on the bed, Rodster said to him, "Actually, you don't have to wait for me."

"..." Samir stretched out his hand to him: "Do you want to come together? The work is over, right?"

Rodster froze for a moment, then laid down carefully on the bed.

Samir turned sideways and faced him, always maintaining a shallow smile: "Rodster, thank you."

The two looked at each other, and Samir blinked and closed his eyes.

Rodster turned over, lay flat and looked up at nothing.This feeling was very strange. He had never slept in the same bed with anyone since he was a child. Samir obviously didn't approach him, and even the sound of his breathing was inaudible.But Rodster knew he was there, and he had a strange feeling.

His heart was originally full, but at this moment, it suddenly became light and satisfied, as if he had been blown out of breath.

"I will go to my teacher tomorrow." Rodster said softly, "After you come back, you can rest for a while. If you want to see the stars, how about we go to Ferreira Canyon? It is the closest to the starry sky." The place……"

Samir didn't speak.

Rodster knew that he was asleep, and he just wanted to say what he said just now.

When Samir woke up the next day, Rodster had already left.

The little black dragon's biological clock gradually became the same as Samir's. After waking up together, Samir asked him to go play with those magicians, and he himself had to go back to the dormitory.

He needs to tidy up the things in the dormitory, and he has to explain to Ai Lu about the Association of Researchers.

He spent almost six years in the Northern League, not a long time for him, but the memory is strong enough.

At this time, Rodster had already met his teacher.

His teacher was a middle-aged man with fine wrinkles at the end of his eyes, but this made the exceptionally good one show a more mature charm.

Rodster respected his teacher very much. His teacher was affected by some reasons and could never become a legendary magician, so he sat in the position of great magister for many years.But Rodster knew that the teacher's strength was very strong, with an extremely solid theoretical foundation and sufficient experience, and at the same time, he was also a magician who ran around on the Redlas continent.

Rodster was deeply influenced by this teacher in many ways, although the two had completely different personalities.

For example, his teacher sometimes seems unreliable.

"Oh, Rodster, you look very happy." The teacher said, "Let me guess, it must not be because you successfully solved the problem of using the lighting technique without magic power?"

Rodster said politely: "Teacher, this is none of your business."

"You're not as cute as before." The teacher clicked his tongue and flipped through Rodster's report. He was the one who gave Rodster the topic, so he read ten lines at a glance and quickly finished it.

"It's a good job. It's really the best to give it to you... But what's the matter with this gem? The cost is very high! If this is the case, how to promote it?!""

Rodster said calmly: "This is an essential cost."

"I'll talk about this later, let me take a look at the basic structure... Illusion Department? What is this? Forged starry sky?... Is this your source of inspiration?"

Rodster: "I first saw it at the Magic Creation Conference, a third-level illusion magic created by a great magician. When you proposed this idea, I considered it."

The teacher was amazed: "The great magician of today is much better than ours at that time... But your modification is really great, I never thought of this kind of structure, Rodster, you really deserve to be my best Disciple. Whether it's the magic element or the infrastructure, you're just playing with them."

Rodster is used to the teacher's nonsense: "Teacher, please use a more normal way of describing it."

"It's easy to do... I only know what talent is and what a real magician is when I meet you." The teacher smiled and looked at him gently: "You are also the only one who inherited my ideas and has the same magic skills as I have. A disciple with the same goal."

When the teacher said this, he sighed and walked to the window: "Mer Kexie..."

"He is my first disciple. It's been so many years. I didn't expect that he would leave me in the end and take the path of necromancy magic." The teacher closed his eyes: "I didn't realize his jealousy and arrogance. He was nourished in his heart and grew beyond hope."

"I should have found out when he was running counter to my ideals."

Rodster said blankly behind him: "Teacher, it's not your fault."

Rodster was not comforting his teacher, he couldn't even understand the teacher's remorse and regret.He just thinks: Mo Kexie's promotion is slower than him, which means that the strength is not enough. Mo Kexie stumbled secretly, which means that the means are not good. , It shows that the character is not good, Merkexie only dared to hide after so many years outside, it shows that he is not good at mixing.

Just such a person, Rodster really has no extra thoughts about him.

He always believes that the path of life is completely chosen by oneself.

If you want something, you have to pay the corresponding price, and then take it back as it should be, openly and aboveboard.

The teacher turned around and said heavily: "He has ruined a lot... In the end, he will also destroy himself."

"You are different, you have an absolutely brilliant future."

Rodster smiled.

"You really changed!" The teacher shouted in surprise.

Rodster: "No, teacher, if there is nothing else, I will go first."

"Hehe." The teacher stroked his chin, thoughtfully: "You seem to be in a hurry to leave today."

Rodster: "..."

At this time, the teacher, why is it difficult to deal with it again.

Usually he is obviously very dull, except for magic, Rodster can usually easily fool him.

The teacher's eyes flashed brightly: "You want to go back, isn't it because someone is waiting for you?"

Rodster paused, then nodded calmly.

"Rodster, you're actually enlightened." The teacher said incredulously, "I thought you'd have to deal with magic forever in your life, and if you're lonely, just use some kind of magic to solve it."

Rodster tilted his head: "Please don't talk nonsense."

He's not that kind of person... To be more precise, Rodster has very little physical desire.

The teacher was still immersed in his own thoughts, and he kept muttering: "How could this happen, even you have been poisoned by love... I want to tell Noah and the others the news, my best disciple will also be poisoned by love... One day..."

Rodster: "Teacher!"

Teacher: "Is the other party a human race? You still have a crush on human beings? I thought you had long since left this kind of aesthetics. Isn't it a human race? Then you have to think about lifespan..."

Rodster: "Teacher!"

The teacher seemed to have never heard of it: "Although this should be a good thing, you won't have so much time to spend on magic in the future. After all, when couples are together, the efficiency of things is the lowest. I have seen it before... ..."

Rodster finally couldn't take it anymore: "Julian!"

"Ah, I still bless you." His teacher, the magician known as Julian, smiled: "Dedicating your life to magic is of course the best, but finding someone who makes your heart beat, but God's gift."

Rodster was startled, he didn't expect the teacher to say such a thing.

"When will you let me meet him?" Julian said, "Don't look at me like this, but I am a very experienced relationship consultant. If you have any questions, just come to me!"

After a while, Rodster nodded and said seriously: "Okay."

Xuelin White Tower.

The little black dragon and Haas are fighting. After being crushed by Rodster unilaterally at the beginning, the little black dragon likes to fight with these magicians of similar strength.His quick reaction ability and thinking ability under high pressure, which he was trained under Rodster, made him feel like a fish in water when he competed with these magicians.The little black dragon, who had been suppressed before, soon built up his confidence again, and fought around Haas for a long time.

After the battle, Haas was exhausted and out of breath. He studied under Rodster, more as a researcher. His combat ability was indeed not good, and his physical strength was even worse.

"I still have a job, so I'm going back first." Haas gasped and said, "Little Duck, what about you?"

"I want to play for a while longer." The little black dragon flapped its wings, the place is big enough to fly freely even in its original form.Little Black Dragon cherishes the time spent playing outside every day. Although he yearns for a more outside place, he has never gone out because of Samir's ban.

"Remember to come back when it gets dark, Samir should be back soon." Haas left after giving orders.

After all, this is Xuelin White Pagoda, there are no people around for hundreds of miles, and there is a magic barrier, so he is not worried about the safety of the little black dragon.

Moreover, no matter how young and cute Little Duck is, and how stupid his mind is, he is still a black dragon!If you run into other people, you should be worried about other people. The little black dragon can trample people into pieces of paper with just his claws.

After watching Haas go back, the little black dragon flew outside, circled the circle that Samir had drawn, circle after circle.Suddenly, he saw a person outside the circle.

This was the first time that the little black dragon saw a stranger outside the white tower, he was stunned for a moment, stopped, and stared at that person curiously.

It was a person whose whole body was covered by a black robe. Although the magicians in the White Tower also wore robes, they never covered their faces and hands like this.The little black dragon sensed a hint of danger, but was very curious. He stared at the man in black robe, and felt that the man in the black robe was thinner than the trees in the snow forest.

It's like a dead tree completely corroded inside.

"Who are you?" Little Black Dragon asked first.

That person didn't seem to expect that he would take the initiative to speak, let alone that the little black dragon would say such a thing. He stared at the little black dragon in surprise, the blue flames in his eye sockets kept flickering.

"Are you a black dragon?" The black robed man spoke slowly, his voice extremely hoarse, drier than the wind blowing from the north in winter.

"Of course!" The little black dragon flapped his wings.

"Why are you here?" the man in black robe asked.

"I've been here all the time." Little Black Dragon felt that this person was really inexplicable, and he asked some very strange questions.

"Then do you know... the legendary magician?" the man in black asked slowly.

"Did you mean Rodster?" People in the White Tower sometimes called the Tower Master the Legendary Magician, but Samir called him by his first name most of the time, and of course the little black dragon followed Samir.

Rodster didn't care about this at all.

The man in black hissed for some reason when he heard this address. The little black dragon looked at him strangely, wondering if this man was sick.If you are sick, you have to drink a very bitter potion, which is really miserable.

The man in black thought, Rodster, Rodster, you actually raised a black dragon, and you kept it so... pure and ignorant.

He said: "Heilong, how about you come with me? I'll take you to eat delicious food."

The little black dragon shook his head.

The man in black: "Why, Rodster won't let you out?"

"Samir won't let me go out." The little black dragon said in a low voice.

The man in black keenly noticed the different tone when he talked about Samir and Rodster. While thinking about who Samir was, he asked, "Why didn't he let you go out?"

"Because it's dangerous outside." The little black dragon said seriously.

The man in black: "Aren't you just outside now, just take a step forward, how can you be in danger?"

The little black dragon blinked and blinked, thinking that what he said made sense.

The black-robed man continued: "Also, look outside, is there anything outside that could cause you danger? You look very powerful."

The little black dragon said hesitantly, "But Samir won't lie to me."

In the eyes of the black-robed man, blue flames flickered slightly, and he asked, "Who is Samir?"

The little black dragon originally wanted to say it was my mother, but he knew that Samir would not let him say that, so he whispered: "It's my brother."

"Is your brother also a black dragon?"

"No, he is a silver dragon." The little black dragon waved its claws vigorously, showing off to the man in black robe: "His scales are silver, just like the moon, and they are the most beautiful color I have ever seen. The color will never be forgotten."

He tried his best to let the other party know how beautiful Samir's scales are, but the man in black robe was not thinking about it at all. He thought that Rodster had actually raised two dragons—this made him very jealous, that kind of jealous fire His heart had already been burned to the ground, and in the ashes, more hatred could only grow.

In addition to being controlled by emotions, he was also thinking very calmly. It seemed that Samir's identity was higher than this little black dragon, and he was obviously more valued by Rodster.

He came here just to inquire about the situation of Xuelin White Pagoda, but he didn't expect to have an unexpected harvest.

If I can control that silver dragon...

The man in black thought of this and asked, "Is Samir treating you well?"

"Yes!" Little Black Dragon nodded viciously: "I like Samir the most!"

"Do you want to give Samir some gifts?" The black-robed man's hoarse voice concealed deep malice, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc, and said, "He treats you so well, should you treat him well?" Pay him back?"

The little black dragon knew the meaning of the gift. Sometimes Samir would bring him some gifts when he came back from outside.Even if it is just a beautiful stone sometimes, the little black dragon is very happy.

If only he could give Samir some presents too...

The man in black knew that he was moved, and continued to bewitch him: "He knows everything in the White Tower, right? That's so boring. You should give him a surprise—"

The man in black laughed, and the syllable of the word "surprise" was weirdly elongated: "Surprise is right outside, I can take you to find a gift."

The little black dragon looked outside hesitantly.

The man in black: "There is no danger outside, you are a black dragon, what are you afraid of?"

The little black dragon's eyes fell on him, and he suddenly asked, "Why are you wearing a hood?"

The man in black: "Because I don't like sunshine and daytime."

"You are so strange, I like the sky and the sun the most." The little black dragon said: "Samir said, be careful of people wearing hoods... although you seem to be a good person."

At that time, Samir said this mainly to beware of wanderers, who always wear clothes that cover their entire body.

"I'm a good person." The black-robed man smiled: "In that case, I can take off the hood and show you."

The little black dragon stared at him closely, and saw that the man in black robe slowly took off his hood, without facial features and flesh, it turned out to be just a skeleton.

The blue flames in the skull's eyes kept beating, and his voice came from the middle of his throat, but not from his throat: "Look, I look like this."

The little black dragon doesn't think skeletons are scary. He is a black dragon and has no fear of human bones.

On the contrary, he thought that this person looked different from the people in the White Tower, which was very interesting.

"Why are you white? Why are your eyes a fire? Why can you talk without a mouth?"

The little black dragon has too many problems.

"Come out, I'll talk to you as we walk." The black-robed man tapped his face, and his fingers were also skeletons, so he made a crisp tapping sound: "I'll take you there. There are many people like me The place."

The little black dragon's eyes sparkled: "Is there a gift from Samir?"

"Yes, and there are all kind people there."

The man in black took a step back, watching the little black dragon slowly step across the line and walk out of the magic barrier.

After coming out, the little black dragon was obviously very nervous, he closed his eyes standing still, and was ready to go back anytime.But after a while, nothing happened. There is no difference between the snow forest seen from here and the snow forest seen from inside.

The man in black put on his hood again. If you look carefully, his movements are a bit stuck.

The little black dragon relaxed slightly, turned around and asked, "My name is Dak, which was given to me by Samir. What's your name?"

"Merkexie." The man in black robe said, "This is the name my teacher gave me."

However, he has ditched the name.

The little black dragon thought to himself that he still has a teacher. Could it be that the magician in the White Tower calls a teacher like Rodster? He asked, "Let's go, can we come back before dark?"

The man in black nodded: "Of course."

He grabbed the little black dragon's paw.

Thousands of miles away, in an underground tomb.

Zombies and liches are wandering outside, the empty tomb exudes a damp and stench, a magician with a dry body like a skeleton sits on the only table and chair, staring blankly ahead, his eyes showing a strange look Quiet blue.

[Bring the black dragon back. 】

He ordered.

【Yes. 】

The blue flames in the eyes of the skeleton far away from the White Pagoda in Xuelin dimmed.

Mo Kexie released the remote control of the skeleton, and then the skeleton will follow his order to bring the black dragon back to the tomb.

This is just an ordinary skeleton, and Mo Kexie would never go to a place like the outer edge of Xuelin White Tower in person anyway.

After releasing the control, Merkche's pupils returned to an ordinary brown, and he coughed weakly.

There was a moon-white wound on his shoulder, which shone slightly, no matter what method Mo Kexie used, or even changed several bodies, it could not be healed.

This is a wound engraved on his soul, unless the soul dies, it will never be able to get rid of, it is left by the elves on him.

It must be restored as soon as possible...

Elves, he will have revenge.

At this time, Samir, who was still in the academy, suddenly felt a burst of fear.

Ai Lu, who was sitting opposite him, asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Samir forced a smile, and said to Ailu: "In short, you will be the president of the Association of Researchers in the future!"

Ai Lu: "It always feels like being dumped a hot potato..."

"You must be a more competent president than me." Samir stood up and said, "I'll go back to the White Tower first, thank you, Ailu."

Ai Lu looked at his back in a hurry and thought, this might be the last time they met.

For Samir, Ailu might be the most insignificant person he met in the life of the human race.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-1623:37:47~2021-08-1723:14:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Yuzhai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!