Pokemon phobia

The sun still rose slowly from the other end of the lava rock forest, crossing half of Azera to the sky above the Qi desert oasis in Jersey, illuminating this holy land of mages full of academic atmosphere.

After Tyron's canonization ceremony ended, the gathered sages quietly left again one after another, and finally only Druya, Byrne, the red dragon Kadov, and the three-eyed sage remained in the tower of the sages. Snake Trill and Old Gryphon Kakit Yale.

And Byrne was dragged by Druya ​​again to continue to perfect the conjecture of the parallel plane of Azera that they had been studying recently. Tyron hadn't seen him for nearly ten days, but Trier came diligently and always gave He and Carlos brought some special products that were said to be raised by himself.

That day, Tai Lun was teaching Carlos how to smelt No. 24 Mithril alloy, when a white owl with a wingspan of three meters suddenly rushed in from the window, threw a package on Tai Lun's head, and then it was so loud Standing between Tai Lun and a pile of alchemy equipment, he stared at him with a pair of round black eyes.

Tyron looked at it for a moment, making sure that he felt Byrne's magic power fluctuations from it.

The bird is apparently an alchemical magician made by Byrne.

Carlos reached out and poked the imitation feathers of the white owl curiously. The white owl ignored him, let out a loud "goo" from its throat, and still stared at Tyron and strongly signaled him to open the package with his eyes.

Taylor had a bad feeling.He casually unwrapped the extremely beautifully wrapped cloth bag and found that there was another layer inside.After tearing down three layers, a box made of unknown materials appeared in front of him, and at the same time, an indescribable smell faintly seeped out of the box.

Tyron: "..."

This time, without waiting for him to dawdle, the white owl immediately stepped forward and overturned the top cover of the box with a paw.

Inside is a lump of unknown objects with the same nausea level as Mithril Slime.

Tai Lun was silent for two seconds, then silently closed the lid again, and then picked up the envelope that was placed with the box.I saw the letter read:

[To dear Tyron:

If I remember correctly, today is your birthday.Although I don't know how old you are this year, I can always say "Happy Birthday".

Yesterday I received a gift from Sam, a half-orc from the Three Feathers Clan. This unique gift opened my eyes and I couldn't help but be amazed.I just couldn't help but want to share this surprise with my best friend.

Since he told me you inspired him, I'm sure you'll like it too.This half serving of "Hot and Sour Honey Candy Hybrid of Highland Pepper and Goddess' Smile" is for you. I hope you are very satisfied with this birthday gift.

:)

—Your old friend Byrne. 】

Tyron: "..."

Tai Lun stared at the smiling expression at the end for a long time.

He didn't avoid Carlos when he read the letter, so Carlos also saw the content of the letter.But his focus was different from Tyron's, and he was attracted by the first line almost instantly: "Today is your birthday!"

Tai Lun blinked, looked away from the malicious smile, thought for a long time, and finally said: "It is indeed today."

Azera does not have the same chronograph. For a guy like Tyron who wanders around, to accurately calculate his age, he can only rely on astrology to deduce it.This method is really troublesome, and age is meaningless to him, so basically he never remembers this kind of date.

In fact, he would calculate his own birthday at the beginning, or because it was incidental when he first learned astrology practice.

Carlos was inexplicably nervous. He looked at Tai Lun helplessly: "I'm sorry, I don't know... How old is your birthday?"

Tyron didn't quite understand what he was struggling with. They had been together in the lair for more than ten years before, and they never had a birthday. Even now, Tyron doesn't know when Carlos' birthday is.While re-wrapping the smelly box with three layers of cloth, he replied casually, "Eight hundred and three years old."

Carlos was shocked.

Tai Lun lowered his head and didn't notice the strange expression on Carlos's expression. After wrapping the box, he tore a piece of parchment and wrote a reply to Byrne. Take it out of the tank and tie a bow, and hand it to the white owl along with the letter.

"Tayron..."

Tai Lun felt that Carlos' voice was not right, so he quickly looked up and saw Carlos was looking at him in panic, his eyes seemed to be about to cry.

"Tayron, you..." Carlos's voice was trembling, "Eight hundred and three years old?"

Tai Lun couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and secretly wondered if the elf might dislike him for being old, but he thought it was impossible, so he raised an eyebrow ambiguously in response.

The wings on Carlos' back were tightly attached to his body, his pointed ears were pressed down, and he grabbed Tyron's wrist but couldn't speak.As far as he knows, the lifespan of dragons is generally less than 500 years. For example, the gray iron dragon of South El, their average lifespan is only about 350 years old, and they will not exceed 450 years old if they die.If another adventure inspired the blood like the red dragon Kadov, he would be able to live longer—but Kadov is 640 years old this year, and he has already entered old age.

But Tai Lun is already eight hundred and three years old!

Carlos was so frightened by his own imagination that the magic power in his body froze. He thought of the human sage Sharman who transformed himself into a lich to continue his life, and immediately said repeatedly as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "We also started to collect Mithril, when the time comes, you can learn from Shaman and make a phylactery like her..."

In this case, although Tyron will become a canned Tyron, at least he can continue to accompany him for many years.He can also travel around with Tyron's phylactery like Kidlow holds Sharman, and they can leave warm memories in every place in Azera, and they will never be separated.

Taryn froze for a moment, then smiled.He couldn't help ruffling Carlos's beautiful silver-white long hair, and lowered his head to rest his forehead against his forehead: "Don't worry, I can live for a long time—at least 1000 years. I won't stay You'll be the one, I promise."

The average lifespan of a high elf is more than 1000 years, while the lifespan of a true dragon is much longer.Tyronn didn't want Carlos to feel anxious about the difference in lifespan between them, so this response was the best.

Carlos shouldn't be bothered by this question.

It's enough to let him figure it out on his own.

-

The white owl flapped its wings and flew into Byrne's laboratory in the floating city, and put Tyron's return gift on the table.Byrne put down the information book in his hand, propped his chin with one hand and tilted his head to look at the wriggling large package, and gently tapped the table with his fingers.

After a while, he suddenly curled his lips and showed a helpless smile, pulled the package and unwrapped it, and the first thing he saw was a letter and...a lump of strangely colored slime.He glanced at Slime and ignored it, picked up the letterhead first and opened it, and Tyronn's familiar handwriting immediately caught his eye.

[To Byrne:

The gift has been received, I am very satisfied.

I also have a gift from Sam, a half-orc from the Three-Feathered Clan, which was given to me—"Find and draw magic-weave clothes with mithril from the purest swamp under the frigid glaciers in the extreme north, use star stones to wear clothes, and use Every morning from the top of the glacier, the water flowing down from the sky melts and moisturizes Renzettira".Because it can't be separated, I decided to lend you a whole one to play with.

Given that it was inspired by you, I'm sure you'll love it.

:)

—Your old friend Tyron. 】