Chapter 1: The dragon running away from home

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight passed the snow-capped mountains in the distance and shone at the entrance of the huge cave, Vera Annrelias was fully prepared to leave home.
She carefully wrapped her beloved toys, clothes, jewelry, and those experimental instruments into a huge package, carried it on her back, and finally took a nostalgic look at the one she accidentally made. In the big bang, the huge cave that had collapsed completely, I couldn't help but sniffed sadly, and then turned around resolutely, for fear that I would cry if I looked at it again.
　　 I saw her stretch out her hand to wipe the wet corners of her eyes, then she gritted her teeth, bent down, and then slammed her legs hard, ran forward a few steps, and flapped her wings vigorously.
Maybe it's been too long since I haven't practiced, or maybe it's because I have gained a lot of weight recently, so when I took off, she was a little awkward. Her slightly plump body was able to brush past the tallest canopy and flew towards the blue one. sky.
After Vera Annrelias flew up high, she looked at the azure blue sea under her body, then circled over the island, slightly adjusted her direction, and gently flapped her wings towards the distant The mainland flew away.
　　 In order to avoid shocking the world, she chose to walk through the clouds in the sky as carefully as possible, but her elegant and moving body still left huge shadows on the sea from time to time.
　　 A fisherman fishing at sea saw the amazing scene. After returning, he vowed to tell everyone that he saw a dragon flying over his head with his own eyes...
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　　 Although it was early summer, the sky of the Great Plains of Pross was filled with thick clouds. Sunlight shone through the gaps between the clouds, forming a bright beam of light shining on the plain.
　　 Under the strong north wind, the long green grass on the Plain of Pross undulates like ocean waves. Between being together, the open and slightly rugged road in the middle was vaguely revealed.
　　 An old cow stumblingly pulled the dilapidated car, the dry axles rubbed against each other and made a whispering sound, and the roots of the stingers were sour. Step by step, he walked over from a distance.
　　 The man driving is an old man in his fifties, and the gray hair on his head is combed back intact. He was wearing a housekeeper's uniform with silver edges and black background. It looked like he had been wearing clothes for many years, but under the care of the owner, it was still as clean as new.
　　 Even though he was only driving a dilapidated bullock cart, the old butler was sitting in the cart, his waist still straight. The calm look and graceful demeanor seemed to be driving a four-wheeled luxury carriage drawn by a horse-drawn Arsenal.
　　 Especially when he raised his head slightly and looked at people with his lower eyelids, the calm and indifferent expression can only be cultivated by those nobles who have survived hundreds of years of wind and rain but still stand tall.
　　 Although I don’t know if he has a fluent Aboriginal London accent, having such a housekeeper is enough to make his boss very face. But the housekeeper was driving a broken bullock cart, which was full of contradictory postmodern art, which made people wonder, what should the passengers in his car be like?
"Noble. I'm a noble. Why should I sit in such a shabby, tasteless, broken car with a lot of hay?" Following the complaining voice, a teenager got out of the car. Stick your head out.
He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with black hair, dark and bright eyes, a high nose, and an expensive linen robe on him. He looked handsome, but he looked like a tired ruffian. At that time, there was still a straw stick in his mouth. No matter how you looked, it looked like a little hooligan who was walking around on the street and having a leisurely oilman.
While talking, he fell back again, lying on the haystack, with his hands behind his head, looking at the drifting clouds in the sky, and then complained: "No nobles should have their own luxury private cars. I don’t want any Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, Mercedes-Benz, BMW..., but you can get a Santana. Even if it’s a little bit of rubbish, it’s not impossible to negotiate a Japanese car, but Isn’t it too embarrassing to take a broken ox cart to make up the number..."
"This is not only to lose your face, to lose my face, but also to lose the face of the nobles. If it is seen by foreign guests, it will lose the face of our Ruman Empire. If it is seen by aliens passing by, Even the face of our planet is lost..."
　　 He saw that the butler didn't care about his poisonous tongue at all, he couldn't help being a little boring, so he turned over and sat up and asked loudly, "Fairro, have you heard what I'm talking about?"
　　The butler slowly said, "I heard, Master Lance."
　　 "Then what do you say?"
　　 Ferro raised his hand and waved his whip, instigated the bullock cart to carefully go around a small puddle to prevent the broken cart from falling apart, and then coldly said: "No money~!"
"No money~!" The boy suffocated, but he still asked unwillingly, "No money? Could it be that our Lorraine family hasn't hidden a treasure for many years in the basement for so many years? Or is there a value in the mezzanine of the wall? Millions of antiques or something?"
The corners of Ferro's eyes twitched a few times, and he said as calmly as possible: "No. Master, this is the twenty-third time I told you. Give up your illusions. If anything, the prodigal sons of the Lorraine family would have been found long ago. There is no way you can worry about it."
　　 The boy sighed in frustration. Even if the lion heard the sad voice, he would feel softened.
He fell on the haystack again and murmured: "Why do I have such a hard life? In the past, when I bought stocks, I bought a house on the Nasdaq, bought a house, and got subordinated debt. I want to be a soldier and fight for two dollars in war I applied for a researcher, and the result was studied. It was easy to survive the experiment, and I was about to get millions, but the result was MB, and the failure passed through... All this is forbidden. I didn’t expect me to be here. Nobleman, he is still a poor ghost."
　　 He became more and more angry, and he jumped up, waving his fists viciously into the sky, and shouting: "God thief~! You play me to death~!"
　　 The old housekeeper watched the boy's crazy behavior, but pretended not to see it.
　　 For a long time, the idiot master of the Lorraine family has been the central topic of the nobles' chats. Although the young master of the Lorraine family became quite ill a few days ago, he seemed to be quite normal, but now he is becoming crazy from time to time.
　　 Even so, it was enough to make the old butler secretly happy. Therefore, he just turned a blind eye to some minor problems in the young master's body that did not meet the noble status.
　　The ox cart passed a hill, and then a soft and soft voice came: "Sorry, excuse me. Excuse me, two people, how can I get to the Dark Castle?"
　　 The two people in the car turned their heads and glanced, their faces changed greatly at the same time.
　　Even though the other party's thick and long eyelashes have a pair of beautiful blue eyes like the sea without a trace of impurities.
　　 And those Shui Lingling eyes are always shining with a clear and pure light.
　　 Although she is like other young girls who have just learned how to dress themselves, she only dared to paint her thumb with a red beanie out of a beauty but shy mentality.
　　 The hidden ingenious effect, just like this time, can make a hand into a fist under the strange gaze of others, and hide the finger quietly.
The shy and timid little daughter's mentality, if you encounter it in normal times, will make you smile unconsciously, even in the violent winter, there will be a spring breeze, and the warmth of the flowers in full bloom. feel.
　　 But Lorraine didn't feel so warm at this time, and it was as if they were pouring a basin of cold water on their heads in the severe winter, which made people feel cold from the head to the bottom of their hearts.
　　Because the traveler who asked them the way was a blue dragon~!
　　 Even though the opponent's figure is quite petite among her peers, it is still two stories tall.
　　 Although the scales on her whole body are fine and beautiful, they are tightly attached to her body, reflecting the dazzling light under the sunlight, like a huge blue diamond. But the white teeth looked sharper than the long sword.
　　 Even though her long snake-like tail is still tied with a beautiful pink bow, she is swaying gently behind her back and forth, following the slightly disturbed and shy mood of the owner. But no one will have the slightest doubt that if the tail is drawn on the granite, it will pulverize the rock like a Thor's whip.
　　龙～!
　　 It is said that at the beginning of the world, they came to this world with the first god-the of chaos, Kaos.
　　 Although it has been a vicissitudes of life for tens of thousands of years, the God of Chaos has long been overthrown by his descendants, and the gods have experienced several wars, but it does not prevent these creatures from thriving here. After countless years, it is still at the top of all biological chains in the world, representing an absolute tyrannical existence.
　　 Fortunately, the number of dragons is extremely rare. Although no one has actually counted how many dragons there are in the world, it is absolutely guaranteed that they are not too many.
　　 Therefore, the chance of ordinary people being touched by the dragon is not much greater than the chance of seeing the goddess of hunting Diana bathing in the river when they go to the river to drink water. This happened once in the age of mythology, but the hapless child who feasted his eyes before he recovered, was turned into a deer by the goddess, and then torn to pieces by hounds. This shows that the feudal ethics is really killing people~!
　　 But this does not mean that the two desolate master and servant are now willing to see this rare wild animal.
　　As a blue dragon, first of all, it shows that she has an extremely powerful magical power. Being able to speak, and being in the standard Ruman Empire official language, shows that she is also an extremely rare and knowledgeable dragon of wisdom.
　　 In the recorded history of mankind, there are many fierce men like dragon slaying warriors, but the kind of strong men who wear red pants outside can be counted with one hand. Moreover, what they killed was only some fellows like Yalong with strong bodies and not much wisdom. It's not really a dragon at all.
　　 The wisdom dragons are different. They not only have powerful bodies, but also powerful magic power. It is said that human magic is spread from these wisdom dragons. In addition, they also have greed, treacherous, cunning and hatred like human beings.
　　Although they are the wise dragons, they really can't hold their faces, like those of the same kind who are not wise, when they see nothing, they scream at their throats, and they rush to grab things and eat meat.
　　 But the stories passed by countless people do not mean that these uncles are good men and women who eat fast and recite Buddha. And dealing with these guys is not much better than playing Russian roulette with a revolver with a cheat device.
Once something falls into their eyes and can’t be pulled out, or when their stomachs are hungry, they can always find some high-sounding reason, such as saying that the moon and other moving celestial bodies without the right to speak are not pleasing to your eyes and replace the moon. punish you. Then he rushed over, killing people, arson and robbing things to behave as a gangster... Uh, no, it's walking the way for the sky.
　　 When dealing with them, you have to be careful at all times. If one is careless and annoys them, these guys will scream for the sky, and then eat people in one bite. Among them, the blue dragon with strong magical power is the worst, because this kind of guy always likes a lightning bolt to turn people into eighty-eight, and then start to make pre-dinner mass.
Lorraine looked at the blue dragon, sighed, and stroked his forehead: "No, no, no~! God, even if my mouth was a little bit cheap before, I was a bit greedy for money, a little bit It's lustful, but you shouldn't treat me like this~!"
　　 And the butler narrowed his eyes and looked at the dragon carefully. After a while, he asked slowly: "This Miss Dragon, asking others for directions, out of politeness, should tell them at the very least, what is your purpose?"