The Amber Sword

Starr licked every fat finger one by one, then looked up at Haruze as if he hadn't finished, scared the little prince to quickly cover the honey jar between his waist - which Brando bought from the hunter before entering the frost forest, though he used a lot on the fairy.

“Want more?” Brando stared at the guy and asked, so as to draw his attention back. Starr turns around and nods his head like garlic: "Mmm-hmm!” Aloz couldn't help but grunt at the scene. This guy was so ashamed of the Dragon Clan's face, she couldn't believe that a proud dragon would be bought by half a jar of honey, half a jar of gemstone was almost there. The little dragon thought with anger, she simply turned around and didn't want to stay here for a minute. Even if she could, she really wanted to pretend not to know each other.

Starr didn't realize it. He just looked at Brando with his eyes. His face was naturally faked. Brando knew it, but it was still kind of funny: "Don't look at me like that, you know what we want to know. ”

“... well, those guys ran off the other side, and that tunnel leads to some exit outside, and I can point it out to you.” Starr pretended to think about it, and then his memory seemed restored to half a can of honey before he swallowed it and replied.

Brando glanced in the direction he was pointing in and asked, “You must be familiar with it. After all, you've lived here since the year of spider poison, and for over a hundred years you've had enough to figure out every passage under this glacier. ”

“How do you know?” Little Fat Dragon opened his mouth and stared at Brando.

“Because of the literature, you idiot!” Aloz heard the hole, heard the phrase and turned around, without a good reminder: "Humans like to write down strange things on perishable paper, no matter how big or small, you never think you're going to rob them of their food, they're going to feel very irrelevant? ”

Brando nodded, slowly answering: “Before I came here again, I borrowed history from the archives of the Manowell area, and you first appeared in the year of spider poison, and you plundered a flour convoy. ”

“Wait, why would you plunder a flour convoy?” Little Mother Dragon opens her golden eyes inexplicably, bites her teeth and asks, “Are you ready for your own toast? How could I never hear you say that? ”

Starr lowered his head and blushed: "… I thought it was white sugar. ”

“You've had enough!” Aloz screams: “Fuck off, don't talk to me again. I want a sheik, I'll get you out of this!” After she ran out angrily, Brando looked at her horrible face and was afraid that the dragon would have to kill Starr one by one.

When he saw Aloz run out, he relieved himself and turned back and asked: "So am I right? ”

“Almost.” Starr answered with impatience.

“What's the matter?” Brando can't help but be curious to see him like this: "The Dragons aren't very constrained to you, are they? ”

“Fine,” Starr suddenly got a little wary and looked at Brando with his pair of tiny but bright blue eyes on his chubby face: “Humph, cunning human, you tell me there's nothing you can do about it, and don't even try to put a little useful information in my mouth. What do you want to know? ”

“Without you cunning.” Brando thought that this guy's thick appearance was absolutely a fantastic disguise, but in fact, only those who had dealt with him knew what was going on in his head. And he said, "Now that you know every passage under this glacier, you must know if there's a shortcut that can catch up with Alex, right? ”

“Why should I tell you?” Starbone turned his eyes and asked.

Not surprisingly, Brando expected this reaction, but turned back and said to the little prince: "Haruze, give it to me.” He stretched out his hand - Haruze looked at him reluctantly - and there was not as comfortable a life in the forest as in the palace. The honey was his favorite candy, and he saved only a tiny bite of it every day. If he handed it over, the honey would surely have no bones left.

The little prince was not an idiot. His eyes crossed Brando's and he glanced at Starr with some dissatisfaction.

“Give it to me." Brando blinked at him and insisted. “Teacher...” The little prince did not dare to disobey his fate and had to rush up, untie the jar tied to his waist and put his mouth in Brando's hand.

Brando patted him on the shoulder and placed a candy on his hand. This lactose is Tonigal's new product. In this food-scarce world, candy is a luxury that only nobles can afford, but it is popular among the Eruin nobles. Sister Roman has already targeted the business. Brando helped her come up with a number of ideas. After all, the material life of modern society is far too rich compared to that of Warnde.

Haruze was holding that round lollipop of lactose and couldn't resist some surprise. This candy he had tasted in Tonigal, although he was usually rewarded only on a day when he practiced his sword very well, but he could never forget the smell.

He carefully put the candy in his bag and sat back satisfied with his lion's teeth.

Of course, Starr saw the scene, he looked at Brando's honey jar, he looked at the little prince's movements, and his eyes revealed a strong ray of curiosity, but he insisted on not opening it.

Brando couldn't help but laugh when he saw this childish move: "Well, half a can of honey for one piece of news wouldn't hurt you, would it?” He suddenly felt a slight glimpse of himself saying this as if he was the weird uncle who lured Laurie with the lollipop - but he didn't have the lollipop, and the little fat guy and Laurie couldn't get on top of him.

Starr is a dragon, and a dragon of a terrible nature, invisible even within the Dragon Nation.

“There is such a passageway...” As soon as Starr listened to Brando's condition, he couldn't help but say, "That's a real spit. He just stuck with his mouth and silver silk thread and left it at the corner of his mouth, and it drifted away.

This scene raises questions about how long this guy's salivary glands are, and how they can be so developed.

“Can you point it out to me? ”

Starr nodded vigorously as Brando's hand fluttered with honey cans. Brando smiled and handed over the honeypot: "Speaking of which, this is your--”

“Humph.” Staffy grabbed the can with pride and replied, “You're a lot better than that blue guy, but I heard you humans are so sly, why are you so stupid? ”

Brando hung his breath and didn't inhale it. He coughed twice and hurried to meditate in his heart: “Children's words are not taboo, children's words are not taboo.” But even so, he almost opened his fanatical talent and beat this little fucking fat dragon to pieces.

“It's none of your business, not to mention it's not stupid, it's honesty. I can't lie to a kid like you,” he bites his teeth and says, “Starr, can you show us the way? ”

“No!” Starr refused categorically, as if the phrase did not require brain thinking at all. Brando looked at him like he wanted to hear this guy's reasons, "Are you sure? ”

“Of course! It's too much trouble. It's a long tunnel and it's a long way to go. Think about it. It's a long way to go. You'll have to come back later. I wouldn't even agree to take seven or eight cans of honey. And then ——” Starr, of course, added: "It's so cold out there. ”

It's so cold out there!

You're Frost Dragon, okay? Brando has never heard of cold dragons in his life, frost dragons even possess the ability to manipulate glaciers, they themselves are born in glaciers, legend has it that cold is their breathing, and every frost on the ice fields is their warm and comfortable home.

And such a giant dragon told him it was too cold out there!

Brando finally put up with the urge to storm off and calmed down. "It's cold out there, but you're not so good in there, are you? ”

“No, I have food here.” Starr replied proudly.

“Fuck all your food!” Brando was shouting in his heart, but he was still calm: “How much food do you have? You plunder those humans every once in a while, but they're getting smarter, too. What do you get, meat jerky? Pickled fish or hard black bread? Starr, this stuff you're collecting is not food at all. In their opinion, it's garbage--”

“Can you ask them if you don't believe me?” Brando refers to the Cruz nobles not far away, and Starr turns back curiously, who have already been shown the look of Veronica, not to mention Brando at this moment, and they are not guilty. Not to mention that Brando is not lying, dried meat, pickled fish, and hard black bread, which only the poor tend to flatter, and nobility - even the smallest nobility - can touch.

So they nodded together.

Starr's eyes widened, and the blue eyes were bright and crystalline: "Really? There's something better than this... whoops. ”

As he said, the drool came out. Brando couldn't describe the dragon, because this guy's saliva was on his black nobleman coat, and he had the urge to smash the damn dragon with a sword and nodded: “Of course, you can't rob a house here forever, can you? The Dragons can't agree with your values because they don't know the true meaning of deliciousness, and I have the opportunity to take you to Jiufeng, where they say you have the finest food in the world. ”

Starr's eyes sparkled like he was immersed in that future moment. But he quickly wiped his mouth and woke up. Brando saw the brightness in Starr's eyes, and had to praise the dragon for being the most intelligent high-end creature, so quickly he had completely calmed down.

I just didn't think that Starr rubbed his nose, and the first sentence was, "Great. When are we going? ”

At last, Veronica couldn't help coughing.

Brando took a deep breath, he opened his mouth, raw swallowed back what had already reached his mouth and wanted to curse people, and then there was a premeditated opening: “Anytime, but do you want to think about it and leave with me, I promise to provide you with enough fine food. Promise you haven't heard of it before. ”

“Wait, hum, you did say plot again, human!” Little Fat Dragon suddenly raised his head and looked at Brando with some vigilance: "- But am I going to eat a ton of candy every day? ”

“You're a pig, you!” Brando almost came out, but good thing he bit his teeth off: “No problem, you know, I have a big territory, I have lots of sugar workshops, I promise to meet your requirements...”

“Really?” Starr doubted, but his fat face was clearly full of what he wanted.

“Phew.” The poet beside her finally couldn't help laughing. In her view, the Count of Don Toniguer turned into a sugar factory director in this dragon's eyes, which is incredible. It wasn't until this moment that Miss Scholar realized so deeply that if you don't walk out the door, you'll never know the world ——

At least until now, the dragon tribe of the world has largely disintegrated in the poetic eye.

“Of course it's true.” Brando didn't answer very well, "but did you understand my request? You took advantage of me, but you have to help me. You don't want me to raise you for nothing, do you? ”

He had to remind me that because the guy in front of him was not reliable at all. Of course, an alliance with a dragon - even a young dragon - would have far-reaching implications for the situation in Eruin. Brando raised his head and looked at the Cruz nobles not far away, who were obviously stunned and had yet to think of it, only Veronica looked at him.

The Legion Leader lady smiled at him.

But Starr frowned impatiently and replied, "So this guy is really stupid. Of course I understand. Isn't he just signing a contract? Well, I signed a contract with the bloody guy, but now that he can't fulfill the contract requirements, I've decided to terminate the contract unilaterally with him. ”

He lifted his eyelids and looked at Brando and said, "Well, is your contract in place? ”

Brando stared at the guy and suddenly felt that the fat guy was not pretending to eat a tiger before, how could he suddenly say a set of words, what Warnde's contract and contract or something, other than Roman didn't seem to know much about him.

“Now… not yet. ”

“Oh, that's okay, we can make an oral contract first.” When it came to food and covenants, Starr seemed to have gotten smarter and answered, “I swear in the name of the Dragon God, you can do it in the name of Martha...”

But Brando was completely confused, and he stared at the little fat guy who was suddenly getting serious, wondering if there was any conspiracy in it, or how it was set up in the game? Those players didn't try to abduct this guy back then. He thought about all this mess in his head, and he almost regretted the rest of his life without talking through his brain:

“Oral contract? Do you want a hook or something? ”

Starr looked at Brando like another idiot, and this little fat man blinked his own eyes, as if he thought he heard it wrong.

“What are you talking about? I had no idea that the big sister was a retarded child. ”

“Phew, ha, ha! ”

At this moment, Charles' laughter finally came out.

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(PS: I was so tired yesterday, I'm even more tired today.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)