Chapter 210 Clouds
For the sake of the hearts of all the people in Port Morris, the prerequisite for summoning the dragon is to leave the sight of the people in Port Morris.
This wasn't a difficult task for the Savior. He simply needed to find a deserted place. Furthermore, he had always been known as the favored one of the Storm God Utoska, and his wind magic was incredibly powerful. He was already accustomed to using the wind's power to travel.
The professor was the one truly in trouble. Driven by his usual "maximum efficiency" considerations and a thirst for satiated curiosity, he first proposed attempting teleportation—only to be told that spatial magic was extremely dangerous and required a clear "destination awareness." This also meant that if one had never actually reached their destination, there was a high probability that at least one of the landmarks or human tissue would be misaligned.
This very magical explanation convinced the professor, and as a second best option, he chose to travel by wind. But therein lay the problem. To conceal their presence, they chose to set out at night. As they were penetrating the clouds, Nova suddenly discovered that he had a slight fear of heights. To be precise, even the most experienced extreme sports enthusiasts would experience a surge of adrenaline when flying thousands of meters above the ground, relying solely on their physical bodies.
At this moment, his heart was just beating faster, his face looked ugly, and he subconsciously hugged the other person's neck tightly. Apart from that, he was basically calm and composed.
Azuka calmly pressed his stiffened enemy into his arms, wrapped him in his cloak, and stroked his back soothingly.
They were now standing above the clouds above the boundless sea. Before them lay a vast expanse of white, a radiant expanse of light that made it hard to tell whether it was a snowfield or clouds. The starry sky was magnificent, the moon bright and clear, impossibly close, and beyond, a sky that faded from deep blue to silver.
The savior's cape billowed like a sail in the wind, creating a wall of wind beneath and around them, blocking the cold, swift wind from the sky. Finding solid ground, the man who had buried his face in his chest to avoid the gusts of wind suddenly moved. Azuka lowered his eyes and saw his nemesis's head struggle out of his arms, his hair tangled. He stared at everything in front of him with wide eyes, the vivid curiosity in those smoky gray eyes making him look like a child.
"It's spectacular, isn't it?" He couldn't help but tighten his arms, lowering his eyes and whispering in the person's ear: "When I felt upset in the past, I often did this, standing above the clouds until I gradually lost body temperature, as if I was the only one left in the world..."
The hatred, the emptiness, the beauty and joy gained and lost, the dead and the survivors...
Everything will eventually disappear in the wind.
Nova shivered at the warm breath, and finally couldn't help but rub his ear against the person's shoulder.
"Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest," he began without warning, "it's going to rain in Port Morris."
The topic seemed completely unrelated, and the blond young man hummed softly in confusion.
"Typical high-level clouds." The black-haired young man spoke at a noticeably faster pace. "They show a clear, wavy cirrus structure. Judging by the current trend and topography, Port Morris should be located in the rising zone ahead of the warm front and will experience continuous rainfall tomorrow."
"Want to make a bet?" He looked up, staring at the savior's sharp and beautiful chin, and suggested very seriously: "I bet it will rain tomorrow."
"Then I'll bet on the day after tomorrow. What do you want to bet on?" Azuka raised his eyebrows calmly - is this guy going to take this opportunity to ask him for more coffee?
But this time the other party was surprisingly well-behaved, perhaps because his attention was temporarily distracted by other things that interested him more.
"If I win, I want a whole feather from your dragon." Those smoky gray eyes gleamed in the night, a look that would send a dragon's feathers flaring up if it saw them. The other man thought for a moment, then added greedily, "And a small tube of dragon blood—and I swear I won't harm it in any other way."
Azuka slowly raised a brow at the man, "What if you lose?"
The guy didn't even blink: "I won't lose."
Full of confidence and arrogance.
The savior was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but rub the back of the other person's neck. He slowly and kindly reminded him, "In that case, I'm going to raise the price."
As a result, his old enemy immediately turned around and stared at him warily: "Wait, don't touch my coffee."
He vowed to defend to the death the meager coffee-drinking privileges he had secured through various compromises.
Azuka: “…”
He was almost laughed at by people.
"I won't touch your coffee." The Savior's tone was as gentle as ever, but with a hint of gnashing teeth. "I just want a promise from you, a promise you will definitely make, and I'm not ready to redeem it for now."
The professor narrowed his eyes slightly. "It sounds like I'm at a disadvantage."
He stared at the guy with a belly full of black water and tried to make him feel guilty through his accusatory eyes.
"You're very confident in your judgment, aren't you?" The other party just smiled lightly: "I swear, this promise will not violate your principles, nor will it harm you or me."
The black-haired young man thought for a moment, then suddenly replied quickly, "Okay, deal."
"Actually, you can just ask me directly," he said calmly and seriously. "If the information I've been exposed to is correct, lovers should have privileges, which represent a greater degree of compromise and concession—which is basically consistent with the scope of what you're asking for."
He was met with silence. Confused, the professor tried to look up to see the other person's expression. But he was suddenly thrust into someone's arms, fingers pressed against the back of his head. A low, muffled sigh echoed from above.
“…You really are…”
For some reason, the other party's voice seemed a little suppressed: "You could have just asked me for what you wanted."
Nova blinked, "Oh, that's just me trying to lighten the mood."
The other party had obviously just recalled a bad memory. He was not good at coaxing people, so he had to take the opportunity to interrupt.
He frowned and said, "So, have I failed?"
The other person slowly closed his eyes: "...No, it was very successful. You are a well-deserved genius."
...It was so successful that he almost wanted to make his arrogant and self-conceited rival show a completely out-of-control panic expression on the spot, and then bully him into breaking down and crying.
Just as the professor was still wondering whether this guy was being sarcastic, he suddenly took out a rough whistle from his pocket, put it to his lips and blew it gently in a certain rhythm, but there was no sound at all.
Nova, looking increasingly familiar, suddenly realized it was the same ultrasonic whistle, commonly known as a dog whistle, that he had casually polished and given away as a bribe. He hadn't expected the savior to still have it with him; he had assumed he'd secretly disassembled it and thoroughly studied its structure.
As time passed, nothing seemed to change around him. Nova slowly narrowed his eyes. Speaking of which, that cloud a little closer to him looked a little odd, and seemed to be a little fatter.
"Ezra," Azuka said quietly, "Your tail isn't hidden properly."
This time, the professor saw it clearly: the streamlined tail fin glided swiftly through the clouds, leaving a distinct trail. A gigantic dragon's head emerged from behind the clouds, not too far away, opened its mouth towards them, and let out a strange, angry, aggrieved, and cackling sound.
professor:"……"
It's a really novel experience.
Over there, the Savior was still communicating emotionally with his screaming chicken in Natalin.
"You're lost again, aren't you?"
Wind Walker suddenly started shouting angrily, as if he was trying to defend himself - it was deafening, but soon the sound became weaker. He opened his mouth, but when he found that he couldn't make a noise, he snorted and slapped the clouds with his tail, revealing the surging deep blue sea underneath.
"I'm sorry for being so mean to you," Azuka sighed, her tone softening, "Can I help you straighten your feathers later?"
The dragon turned its head away angrily, but the tip of its tail began to shake excitedly.
The savior expertly added to the bargaining chip: "Plus a month without having to hunt for food yourself."
Long turned his head and glanced at him secretly.
"And a new scarf, which I made myself."
This completely appeased him. Ezra finally came over excitedly, trying to nudge him with his head. It was only then that he suddenly noticed the dark-haired human, hidden by his cloak. The dragon's neck feathers instantly exploded, and he moved closer to sniff him aggressively.
It smelled so similar to its master's that it was no wonder it hadn't recognized it at first. But it seemed colder, stranger, mingled with a strangely bitter odor—wait! The dragon's radiant green pupils suddenly narrowed into a vertical line. It remembered! The dragon's feather thief!
"Ezra, stop showing your teeth." Azuka expressionlessly freed one hand, placed it against the dragon's chin, and warned in a low voice.
The professor was staring at the beautiful and strange creature in front of him with great interest. Although he had not yet mastered it, the familiar fanatical look in his eyes still made Ezra completely mad. He wanted to show his teeth at the person but didn't dare to, so he could only make a dissatisfied grunt from his throat.
Who was this guy? Even the Natalin of the Asaqi Valley didn't carry such a strong scent of their master. Wild beasts mark by scent, and dragons are no exception. Such a strong scent must be left by close contact day and night.
...So he's the cub the master found? The dragon, whose lifespan was so long that it was insensitive to human age, wondered hesitantly. If it was a cub, even though it wasn't a mother dragon, it wouldn't be unreasonable to tolerate its mischievous behavior for the sake of its master.
Seeing the man and the dragon deadlocked, the Savior simply grabbed his nemesis's hand and led him to touch the dragon's head. Azra snorted, looking a little dissatisfied, but did not dodge.
"Ezra, he is my life partner." Azuka introduced his dragon softly and solemnly in Natalin.
Ezra was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes widened. The professor actually saw fear on the face of a dragon.
Wait, a partner? Is it the kind where you stake out territory, build a nest, chase away rivals, and then lay eggs together?!
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