Chapter 35: Uncomfortable, the first day after May Day* …

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Logically speaking, what follows will be a very long story.

When I was ready to listen slowly with snacks in hand, Neil didn't continue talking, but looked into my eyes.

I looked at it and it looked at me. Both sides were silent.

I asked, “What’s next?”

It was incredulous: "I have already said this, you really want to listen? Do you think I will tell you such an important thing?"

I said "Oh" and muttered: "Great Lord of Light, those who blaspheme your dignity will be punished. I pray that you will descend..."

“Stop stop stop stop!”

The dragon yelled, interrupting my prayer. It curled up its tail and begged for peace in a humble voice.

"At worst, I don't want the magic crystal anymore. Can't I help you once for free?"

I dragged out the ending: "Well - once -"

"Any time is fine! From today on, you are my big brother!"

"make a deal!"

Long breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject, asking about the knights' situation. I raised my eyebrows and said, "I didn't know you had such a good relationship before."

Neil spoke passionately: "Before was before, now is now, of course it is different. In my heart, those two knights are like my brothers! The Knights are my home. People here speak well and are generous. I like the Knights very much! The Church of Glory is everyone's home!"

I smiled and responded to it, turning it over in my mind. Without Neil saying anything, I could almost guess what it was.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be a ghost dragon.

*

A long, long, long time ago, probably even older than the ancient times, there were many magical creatures in this world. The most powerful and beautiful of them was called a dragon.

Dragons are divided into different races according to their attributes.

Those favored by the Lord of Darkness are called Shadow Dragons, and those favored by the Lord of Light are called Shining Dragons. In addition, there are also dragons favored by the major elements, with many types and powerful powers.

Of course, there are also outcasts among these dragons. They are neither pure light nor vile shadows. As their existence is, such creatures are called ghost dragons.

This creature will drill into the bodies of other dragons and manipulate their corpses, so it is despised by the dragons.

Although Long was secretive, he couldn't hide these things from me.

Neil seemed nonchalant, but he was actually watching my expression carefully. I remained calm and showed no expression from beginning to end.

The dragon confronted me for a moment, and became visibly nervous. Its eyes moved up and down, but it didn't dare to look me in the eye.

"I have never done anything wrong. You can't wrongly accuse a good dragon."

I haven't thought about it. Neil has helped me a lot. It is because of its existence that I can save a lot of trouble. In this case, I don't need to be a judge of justice.

Okay, I admit that I am not a good person. If those paladins were here, they would have frowned and wanted to kill Neil.

After all, in the eyes of those paladins, desecrating the dead is a great sin.

I patted its head and said, "In that case, why don't you try changing into a human form?"

"If you tell me to change, I will change. How embarrassing would that be for me?"

I didn't even blink: "Great--"

"Ahhh, I get it, I get it! You can only take one look, do you hear me? Just one look!"

The dragon sighed heavily, and was enveloped in light. The light was so dazzling that I couldn't help but squint.

A shadow descended from above his head, and the man lowered his head, and a misty fog fell.

The first thing that caught my eye was her platinum hair, which was so light that it looked transparent.

The skin is a healthy wheat color, the contrast between the two is very strong, and makes the hair look lighter in color.

Normal shining dragons all have blond hair and golden eyes, the only difference is the color. But Neil is different, with narrow violet pupils, thick eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. The overall profile is very handsome, which reminds people of the proud little prince raised in the castle.

The most peculiar thing is the eyes. They do not have the round pupils of humans, but cold vertical pupils, which add a subtle and mysterious appeal to them.

"Are you satisfied?"

His lips opened and closed, and a familiar sound came out. Neil lowered his eyes and looked at me, his expression very unhappy. Looking at this precious face, my expression became more serious: "Shouldn't you be a baby dragon?"

"Why else would I not want to become a human?"

Neil's eyes were rolling up to the sky, and I remembered something else: "So when we first met, you spoke in dialect..."

The dragon blocked my mouth in frustration, sounding like he was going to execute me right here: "What! Are there no country dragons allowed?!"

I couldn't help it. Even though he covered my mouth, my shoulders couldn't stop shaking. Neil looked at me silently, with a sentence clearly written in his eyes: [Are you sick?]

"Ahem... It's nothing. Let's go. Don't keep others waiting."

I laughed until I was done, trying to get rid of the dialect version of the Dragon Prince from my mind. Neil stared at me suspiciously until I turned around and walked back, and then I heard the footsteps of a dragon behind me.

Poor Neil, thank me. If I tell others about what happened today, you will become a rising star in the player forum.

From the yellow-haired guy next door in the NTR story to the true love warrior who is willing to die for the other person in the pure love story, to the ignorant little wolf dogs who are harder than iron and the young and delicate country beauties who are deceived in the urban-rural love story. Maybe you will also be the top one, two, three, four who schemes against each other all day long to fight for other people's bodies just to sleep with the protagonist in the melodramatic story.

My request is not high, just repay me with your life.

I was humming a song and feeling very happy.

The dragon followed behind me, and even without turning my head I could feel the suspicion emanating from it.

*

When we returned to the two-headed ogre camp, Andy and Anka had already rescued the knights of the Knights Order. The injured knights sat on the ground in groups of three or four, bandaging each other's wounds.

After seeing me, they all wanted to get up. I signaled them to have a good rest, and only Andy looked at the dragon next to me and nodded in welcome after confirming that we were all fine.

"Sir, you are back!"

Anka heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this: "I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm sorry to have made you worried."

I smiled at my knight brothers and gave Neil a look.

See? It’s because of you running around that we were misunderstood.

Neil rolled his eyes and turned his head away in disdain. Andy was indeed an orthodox knight. Seeing the dragon in this state, he had no other thoughts at all. He was just a little worried: "Does it have a cramp in its neck?"

Long's proud back staggered, and I chuckled, "It's okay, it just ate too much and needs to digest it. Don't give it magic crystals for the next few days."

Neil: “…”

If looks could kill, I would have been dead long ago. Fortunately, they can't, so I have nothing to fear.

*

After listening to Andy's report, I basically understood the current situation of the Knights.

We arrived in time, and the Knights did not suffer too much damage. This way, we went out and came back intact.

This made me feel a lot more relaxed. At least no matter what I faced next, the loss would not be too great. The mission would also be smoother.

I said to Andy and his brother, "Thank you for your hard work. It will be very dangerous next. You should take the injured back first."

The two frowned nervously: "But..."

I knew what they wanted to say, so I interrupted their hesitation and said, "Don't worry, it will be okay. These knights are seriously injured, and it is useless to stay any longer. In order to minimize casualties, I need your help. Andy, Anka, this is something only you can do. Can I trust you?"

The two knights opened their mouths, then bowed deeply and saluted. The emotions in their eyes piled up and surged into a dark sea. Before I could figure out what they meant, they lowered their heads.

"As you command, Master Saint."

I know this is hard for loyal knights to accept. It's like pointing a finger at their nose and saying, "You are useless. Go back now."

But what we were about to do was dangerous, and I didn’t want them to die again.

Melancholy Big Belly asked cautiously, "What about us, sir? Our strength is not as strong as the knights, so it will be difficult to get through."

"You should go back too. The two of them alone cannot transport so many wounded. Sorry to bother you."

I thanked him gently. Melancholy Big Belly was overjoyed and agreed. They were not high-level players, so they didn't go to the new dungeon, but just leveled up here. If they stayed here, they would just wait for the death penalty.

With the help of the players, the knights packed up quickly. The two brothers, perhaps thinking that "as long as we go quickly, we can help", said goodbye to me and left in a hurry.

Watching their backs disappear from sight, Long yawned lazily: "Although these humans are weak, they can be of some use."

"It is the Son's responsibility to protect believers."

Neil squinted at me and said, "Say something a dragon can listen to."

"Are they not your brothers now?"

Neil rolled his eyes, "What kind of brothers are we if everyone is gone? I'm a dragon and they're humans. We're different."

"Well, you said we are different. Even if a fight really comes, you don't think they will be useful, do you? The only ones who can fight that guy are you and me."

Only gods can fight against gods, and weaklings can only get in the way. This is inevitable in countless battles, and even players can kill gods because they are given the setting of [God's Favored Ones] and can use the power of gods.

Long stared at me, his eyes full of suspicion: "You didn't do this on purpose?"

"How is that possible? I mean well. You'll be more comfortable without those people around, right?"

"You still want me to come in and accompany you?"

Neil's tone was surprised, and his face showed that he would rather die than surrender. It seemed that letting him in would be fatal. I smiled coldly and took out my trump card.

"If you don't go in, don't even think about touching the magic crystal from now on."

Neil was horrified: "You promised me before that as long as I accompany you out this time, you will not restrict me from eating magic crystals!"

I played a little tune as if nothing had happened: "You must have heard it wrong. I clearly said that I wanted you to accompany me to rescue the Knight Commander."

“Shameless!!”

Long looked at me with gritted teeth, and I looked back at him with a smile. I guess I looked quite hateful in his eyes.

What is face? What is dignity? Can I use the lucky draw for the golden pets I get as money? Since I can't do it, I threw it away cleanly and advised Long kindly.

"I am a democratic person. You have two choices now. First, you can choose to give up the good life of eating and waiting for death in the future, and go back with them to wait to be recognized by the Lord of Light and then wander around."

"Second, you can choose to accompany me to the enemy camp to investigate their intelligence now. When you return in glory, I will personally put a cloak on you and give you a piece of exquisite cake pie made of magic crystals—"

I stared into its eyes, and the last three words landed loudly and forcefully: "Three floors."

“Is this true or false?”

Neil swallowed his saliva, looking a little hesitant. I couldn't help but curl my lips, and quickly returned to normal before he noticed.

Because I have no body, ghost dragons are all sweet lovers, the player intelligence is not deceiving me. I softened my voice, like a big bad wolf abducting a lamb.

"I'm lying to you, I'm a puppy. Without me, you will definitely be discovered by the Lord of Light. You help me save the Knight Commander, and I'll help you grow up. You don't want to stay in this body forever, do you?"

Normal dragons don't need to eat so frequently, but the soul and body of a ghost dragon don't fit well together, so it needs a lot of energy. I'm sure it won't refuse my invitation.

Neil's eyes flickered. Under my sincerity, he finally nodded. He believed the three-layer magic crystal cake pie, no, he believed what I said.

"Well, if you lie to me, I will take you with me even if I die."

"Okay, okay, if we all die, I will take you back to my hometown."

My attitude is enthusiastic and my tone is sincere.

Long looked at me with a smile on my face as if he was looking at a madman.

*

The reason why ghost dragons are considered a scourge is because of the passive skills of this race.

No one can find a ghost dragon in a non-possessed state. In other words, as long as the ghost dragon does not actively possess a certain existence, it is an absolutely invisible unit. In the possessed state, they can perfectly inherit all the strengths of the original owner.

In the player forum, a player once posted a 30,000-word post detailing all the pros and cons of the ghost dragon race. At the end, he issued a 6,000-word wail, hoping that the game would allow this race to be added.

Obviously, he failed. But this incident proved the strength of the ghost dragon from the side.

The dragon transformed into a human form and suddenly picked me up. Without waiting for me to say anything, he changed his posture and carried me on his shoulders.

I stared at his profile with a question mark in my head. His fine hair brushed against his cheeks and the tip of my nose.

It - no, I should call it him now. Neil carried me and strode into the depths.

"You're too slow. I'll take you there directly."

Well, it looks like they are really eager to do it. I shrugged and said, "Can we find that guy?"

"Don't underestimate the dragon's nose."

"That's a dog."

"Hello!!"

*

Neil wanted to engage in a verbal battle with me for eight hundred rounds. Naturally, I didn't want to be outdone, so I easily defeated him.

Until the dragon reluctantly admitted defeat, I smiled coldly and crushed it easily.

This has been the only entertainment that Big Beard and I have had for thousands of years. How could we possibly lose to a mere ghost dragon?

As we were arguing, we went deeper into the forest. The road under our feet became rugged and deep, covered with dead branches and thick grass.

Rustle, rustle.

The soles of my shoes crushed the weeds, spilling dark juice. I struggled for a moment: "Can you put me down? It hurts when the branches hit my face."

"That's because you walk too slowly, and the robe will get dirty. Can't you wear black?"

"Who made the symbolic color of the Glorious Church platinum—"

The sound hadn't completely dissipated in the air. Neil suddenly jumped back. The sense of height change flashed by, and I broke off the nearby branches and threw it towards the target.

There was a dull sound as a sharp weapon cut through branches, causing the white light to deflect and pierce into the tree trunk with undiminished force.

The feathers at the tail end of the arrow trembled slightly with the remaining force.

Staring at it, Long's expression turned cold.