Number three is dead!

Just getting out of the socializing at the award ceremony was exhausting enough, so when Xiaoman learned that there would be a banquet to entertain them after the award ceremony, as another contestant had told her in advance, she was more enthusiastic than ever about leaving Flora City, almost as if she was about to flee.

The aristocratic flattery came too suddenly, and she never waited for the right opportunity. In the end, she even completely forgot to take off her hood and announce her true identity. In the end, only Lielie had to face the shock of the truth.

She thought that at least she shouldn't keep the secret from Lielie, so she decided to tell her and apologize before they separated.

The boxer was born with a keen sense of smell, so he was frightened by the active external elements at first sight. In addition, his admiration for Xiaoman was like a surging river. Even though he suddenly found out that her eldest sister did not belong to the beastman tribe at all and was a disabled person, he still accepted it with a calm mind.

"You are worthy of being the eldest sister!" she said.

They stood at the gate of Flora City. When the city lord was killed, the Flora family not only did not enforce strict rules, but also relaxed the gates of the city with the mentality of sending away the unknown evil star who dared to provoke the Holy Temple. At this time, Xiaoman was no longer wearing a hood, but there were many beastmen with inconspicuous features. There were caravans and travelers coming and going in a hurry, and the atmosphere of the crowd was particularly mixed, so few people paid attention to the special features of individuals.

As long as you don't ask for others' favor, and as long as you have the ability to protect yourself, it's totally fine if you don't hide your identity. The gazes of strangers are less worth caring about than expected, Xiao Man thought.

Her next stop was originally the City of Academics, but that city was not only located in a basin that was easy to defend but difficult to attack, it was also strictly protected. It was difficult to obtain a visitor qualification without a special identity, so Xiaoman skipped it and changed her target to the fourth city - the City of Art.

Lielie's family was in almost the opposite direction, so they had to separate here.

"Sister, please come to my house if you have the chance in the future." Lielie was so reluctant to leave that even his favorite rolls became tasteless.

"I will." Xiaoman did not spoil the fun by mentioning real obstacles such as life expectancy to this girl who was younger than him, but just agreed solemnly.

"I will miss you too! So don't forget me." Lielie said again. Facing the separation, the boxer was so depressed that the lion's tail behind him became heavy, and he knocked on the stone sculpture beside the road in a depressed mood, making a dull "thumping" sound.

"Yeah. I'll definitely remember it." Xiaoman nodded, raised his hand into a fist, and gently touched it with Lielie.

Lielie sniffed, said goodbye to Xiaoman, then turned around and said to Bernaludos:

"Uncle, you too."

"...Why can I only say 'also'?" The Dragon King might have thought about how much food this cub from another family, whom he brought along, had eaten in such a long time, and yet he didn't even deserve a separate farewell and had to be treated as a copy and paste. It was a rare opportunity for him to haggle with the cub.

"Lulululul..." Lielie obviously did it on purpose. Now that he got the response he wanted, he made a face and slipped away with his bag on his back.

She walked briskly, quickly turning sideways and looking back as she moved forward, waving at them with a smile on her face, and then accelerated again.

With Bernardus and Xiaoman's vision, they could see that she walked a distance along the road before she raised her arm and secretly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

I was still a child, and when I went home away from my friends, I just wanted to appear happy.

They all looked at Lielie's back. The boxer strode forward with his bag on his back, using the distant mountains as a beacon, and walked in the direction of her lion tribe.

Then Bernaludus turned around, looked down at Xiaoman, and asked, "Have you packed everything?"

"Yeah. There's nothing missing." Realizing that Xiaoman had already guessed what he meant, he said quickly.

In the bright sunlight, the Dragon King seemed to smile gently.

He said, "Why are you so nervous? I'll walk with you for a while."

So they set out together towards the City of Arts, leaving the flowers and competitions behind.

When she started again, Xiaoman felt much more relaxed. This was probably because she had already figured out where Sumei was going and had completed her friend's unfinished business. Now she was herself again, just moving forward, looking at the scenery of the world without any burden, without having to think about tomorrow.

She couldn't help but look at Bernardus who was walking leisurely side by side with her - this man, relying on his tall stature and long legs, trudged through his place as easily as strolling in a garden. With her height, Xiaoman could barely see the tips of the thorny crown-like dragon horns on his head, the gold threads mixed in his golden hair and clothes, and the scales on his dragon tail all sparkled in the unobstructed sun, and the large gem on his ear was visibly pure and flawless inside, emitting a priceless brilliance.

Xiao Man pulled his thoughts back from the question of how likely he was to attract robbers who were overconfident, and asked:

"Bellu, why are you always so relaxed?"

As the king of the dragon clan, he should have many responsibilities. And he was urged to go back to work immediately, so he had to leave in the middle of the trip.

"Hmm." Bernardus showed an expression as if he was asked a question. It was obvious that he had not even thought about the reason for this question. Perhaps this behavior was innate.

Then he answered:

"Whatever responsibilities you have, they are things that are added to you later. It doesn't mean you can just let it go, but it's more important to live your life at your own pace. I have to be myself first, and if there is a conflict with other people's views, then that's their problem."

"...I will try my best." Xiaoman said, half-understanding the answer as he memorized it in his mind.

After a while, perhaps because they were about to separate, Xiaoman felt that she rarely wanted to talk so much, so she asked again:

"Well, what if someone treats me better than I treat myself, and doesn't ask for anything in return? What if it's Belu?"

Bernardus glanced at Xiaoman with a complicated expression.

"I don't know either." He actually sighed, so light and short that Xiaoman suspected it was an illusion.

“Even the Father who created everything has expectations of us, and wants us to repay Him. So, isn’t it a greater miracle than Him to be able to meet such a person? Miracles cannot be retained or defined.”

Xiaoman listened and unconsciously reached for the envelope hidden in her arms.

They walked for a long time, but it seemed like only a moment. Bernardus suddenly stopped, and Xiaoman knew that the time was up.

"Actually, I originally wanted to find someone, but I don't know his current identity. If you meet a guy who makes you itchy in the future, beat him up for me." The Dragon King did not say goodbye directly, but suddenly said this in a serious tone.

As he spoke, he raised his hand to pat Xiaoman's head, and rubbed it back and forth a few times, as if he was very satisfied with the feel of her head without those troublesome fake ears.

"What kind of person is that?" Xiaoman thought about it and felt that Belu's character was basically still online, so the person who could make him say the word "beat" must have a problem with the other party, so he skipped the step of agreeing and asked about the target's information in detail.

"I don't know what she looks like." He shook his head. "You'll understand when you see her."

How do you describe itching hands? Xiao Man was confused. Her hands also itched when she listened to Elliotta's boasting about the disrespectful so-called love of boasting. The same thing happened to the drunken kidnapper who bullied the abandoned tribe a long time ago. If it were now, she would have knocked the guy against the wall and smashed his jaw without even having to do anything.

"If it's someone I can beat." Xiaoman agreed cautiously, considering the power gap between himself and the dragon.

"It might not have been possible yesterday, but today you can definitely beat him to the ground," said Bernardus.

Xiaoman was skeptical about this.

Although the Dragon King told her last night that she would receive the final reward when she woke up, she really didn't feel that she had changed at all.

She looked down at her palms, tried to clench her fists, and used a few micro-spells to make sure the power had not changed. She even summoned the innate blue flame that had been hidden in Flora City and had never been used.

After a series of tests, Xiaoman was sure that she had not become stronger, at least she couldn't feel it.

She cast a confused look at the Dragon King.

The latter did not give her any more answers, but said, "Let's go."

"...Goodbye." Xiaoman said after a brief pause.

In the eyes, which were deeper blue than the sky, the dragon's wings were finally spread out, and the chaotic shadows cast by the hair being blown by the fierce air currents were reflected.

The extremely huge sense of oppression that Xiaoman had felt long before they met now reappeared in front of him in its entirety.

"Goodbye." He leaned over in the eye of the storm and said goodbye to Xiaoman in the gentlest tone.

The strong wind blew up completely, and Xiaoman closed his eyes subconsciously, letting the shadow of the dragon wings pass over the earth.

He left.

Slowly, the chirping of insects began to sound again, and the world returned to peace. Xiaoman stood alone on the road, casting his only shadow in the sunlight.

She adjusted the simple bag on her shoulders and was about to continue walking towards the City of Art when she suddenly realized that something was missing and something was extra.

——Suddenly, there was only one Siren scale left in her pocket, the one her teacher gave her.

The scale pendant given by the opponent whose name Xiaoman couldn't remember disappeared, and was replaced by a brand new, shiny golden dragon scale.

It is slightly permed, and every detail is sparkling, so it is so bright from any angle, and it looks like a small sun when held in the hand.

By the way, there are also a large amount of high-purity gold bars and mountains of gold coins stored inside, which Xiaoman can take out at any time.

He seemed to know that Lazarus had already given him enough gem materials, so he did not compete with him in this regard, but just forced himself to add a large amount of pocket money.

Xiaoman had no idea what to do with the money. Zhen Jingru just stood there in a daze for a while.

…If it’s not absolutely necessary, I should not use it lightly. I should keep it and return it to him later, or ask the teacher to pass it on to me, she thought.

In the end, Xiaoman simply opened the envelope a little and stuffed the beautiful scales that Long had generously given her into the envelope and kept them away.

The next major scene has nothing to do with the protagonist who is concentrating on his journey.

"Return".

"We're ready to start anytime." The adjutant told Yuan Qian.

When the Dragon King returned to his territory, he naturally did not face Zixu Wuyou's people. They, like the palaces, mountains and beautiful scenery, once existed and were wiped out by the sea.

The night sky and the starry sky were spread out on the ground, and when the vastness and vastness turned from above, it became a terrifying and deep scene.

Standing alone in front of this glittering "abyss", even the king of dragons seems as small as a drop of rain on the sea.

After a long time, a tiny cluster of gold emerged from among the "stars" that were shining like eyes, and the scene looked like a fetal membrane made of glue being peeled off.

"King, have you welcomed the messenger who was foreseen to redeem your father?"

All the dragons, with only this little bit of consciousness left, prostrated themselves before the Dragon King and asked.

"I have seen her," Bernardus answered, looking at them.

"Very good."

The gold color was extinguished.

Another cluster of black and purple was spat out from the abyss, and the way the two appeared was very different.

"King," the mass bowed hypocritically, "the Father is calling you. He needs you. We suffer without you to bear the burden with us."

The Dragon King looked at it expressionlessly.

"Where did your subject go?" he asked suddenly.

The black and purple substance pretended to be dead and did not respond at all, like a ball of ointment dropped on a boiling asphalt road, quietly melting back into the abyss to accompany the Father of Star Glory.

Bernaludos did not expect an answer. He showed a bored look, and his extremely young and sharp face suddenly showed a bit of fatigue. Only his dragon eyes, which had never dimmed, were raised, and he took a last look at the sky before returning.

He and they should have been flying freely in the sky.

The Dragon King took a step forward and walked into the abyss that looked like a sea of ​​stars. The blond figure disappeared silently into the darkness.