This was one of the most chaotic nights of Richard's life.
When he finally regained consciousness, he had already ventured deep into enemy territory, fighting his way into the Naga army.
His body was covered in Naga blood, thick and dark red, like blood about to congeal from a nosebleed; the strong earthy smell made him nauseous.
He quickly fought until he was exhausted.
No, it's because the food and drinks at the wedding banquet were also secretly tampered with.
He could clearly feel that the dragon's breath within his body was intermittent, like a candle about to go out in the wind.
He was slammed to the ground by the sharp trident, his neck was tightly restrained, and his cheeks were forced to come into contact with the cold, slippery, putrid mud on the mudflats.
Mere scrap metal couldn't possibly penetrate the dragon's tough skin.
"Alright, you may all step back. Hand him over to me." A familiar voice rang out, authoritatively dismissing the menacing soldiers.
Richard knew that this was Galle, whom Lorenz loved deeply.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The trident was suddenly pulled out from his neck, splashing mud that landed all over his face.
A rustling sound arose as the snake's tail twisted and turned on the soft, muddy ground.
The soldiers finally disappeared into the distance.
“We meet again, Richie,” Galle said softly, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
Richard clenched his teeth and remained silent.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other person's dark green hair, fluffy and slightly curled, like the seaweed he disliked the most.
Then he was easily lifted up and taken back to the makeshift military tent.
There, Galle personally wiped the mud off his face.
It was there that the other person's slippery, icy tongue slipped into his earlobe, rolling and swirling freely.
The snake's tail snaked upwards and tightly wrapped around his legs.
Amidst the intoxicating fragrance, he heard Galle whisper in his ear, "Rich, the one I actually like is you."
Richard was suddenly startled awake.
As the other party became increasingly audacious, he felt like he was about to vomit.
“Let me be your bride, Richie. I’ve always known… you’re attracted to males.”
As Galle spoke these words, he was brazenly clinging to his chest, his snake body cool and soft, as if boneless.
Richard felt disgusted.
Not only for Galle, but also for himself.
In that instant, he strangely came to understand Lorenz.
It turns out that the feeling of "disliking" is just such a straightforward one-sided sentiment.
The next moment, silvery scales emerged from his neck and cheeks, and blinding silver dragon power shot out from the gaps in the scales, tearing the Naga, who was about to make a further move, to pieces.
The power of the silver dragon is too formidable, and it does not belong solely to him, but is the royal lineage of the silver dragons passed down from generation to generation.
He has not yet fully mastered this power; if he were to use it, he would either die or be seriously injured.
Therefore, whenever he fought Lorenz, he could only resort to using low-level spells that he was not yet proficient in.
He stood there, dazed, amidst the stench of blood and gore, his eyes blankly fixed on the mangled flesh on the ground, his mind preoccupied with...
It's over, Galle is dead.
Lorenz will never forgive him.
...
Then, Dragon Island and the Naga were embroiled in a protracted and bloody war.
Although the dragon race is powerful, dragon offspring are still too rare, unlike the countless small snakes that can hatch after a damp rain on the north bank.
Moreover, the snake venom from that day lingered for a long time, and only those with a level seven strength could slowly purify it.
"Then, the seven elders all felt that Lorenz needed to be woken up as soon as possible. So I set off for Lunagal Academy and met you all there." The silver-haired youth sitting by the campfire curled the corners of his lips.
The roaring bonfire crackled and popped, sparks swirling upwards before dissipating in the biting wind above Dragon Island.
He yawned lazily and scoffed, "But now they've changed their minds and want to leave everything to me. Ha, I'm not going to fall for that."
"Alright, that concludes my story. Now it's your turn to applaud."
But Yun Wei remained silent.
Even the knight sitting next to him fell silent.
Richard curled his lip in disappointment and glanced at the other Azure Person beside him.
Xie Mulang.
The other person's name is difficult to pronounce and write.
Yes, when he rushed back to Dragon Island from Moonflower City, he saw this taciturn hero fighting against countless Naga on the northern shore mudflats.
So he performed the dragon-making ritual a second time in a short period of time.
Fortunately, he arrived in time.
Not only were the other party badly injured, but the residual poison in their bodies had not yet dissipated, so they could only stay on Dragon Island temporarily.
He has already spoken to the other party and told them to focus on recovering.
He will definitely escort the other party back to Bili safely before that… “Chef Xi” he didn’t understand.
At that moment, he saw the other man's sword-like eyebrows furrowed into deep furrows, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong? Laugh if you want, I think I'm funny too." He shrugged easily, but stretched his legs out in a relaxed manner.
“No, Richard.” But at that moment, Yun Wei spoke up from the other end, “I think you’re a very good dragon, you deserve better… Hey! Isa—”
Before the frail mage could finish speaking, he was suddenly pulled away by his silent servant.
During this period, a lot had clearly happened between the two of them. Not only had their strength become unfathomable, but their relationship had also become more solid.
So strong that even when you're in the same space as them, you feel quite superfluous.
It's unclear what the increasingly audacious servant said to him, but the previously chattering mage suddenly fell silent and cautiously glanced at him.
Richard chuckled softly, “Better? You mean yourself, little guy.”
He was just making a habitual joke, but three unfriendly stares made him shut his mouth in embarrassment.
"Alright, it's getting late. We'll take our leave now." Isaac glared at him with an unfriendly expression, then picked up Yun Wei and strode easily toward the camp on the south side of the mountain.
Richard saw the cute little guy peek out from the other's shoulder and wave vigorously at him.
"Goodnight, little guy. Don't let that kid take advantage of you!" He smirked and waved his arm at Yun Wei, his smile full of malice.
"Brother Long."
Just then, Richard heard the usually sullen man beside him speak.
"What's wrong?" He looked at the other person, his silver eyes narrowing dangerously.
actually……
He didn't know when it started, but he had developed a liking for the man in front of him who came and went like the wind.
As for when?
Perhaps it was when the other person patted him on the shoulder generously and said they wanted to drink together until they were both drunk.
Perhaps it was after the final chapter of the story ended, when the other person stubbornly followed him and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what he did.
Or perhaps, it was the moment when he rose into the air outside Moonflower City, and his opponent, with his proud sword and frost-like eyes peeking out from behind her mask, met his gaze.
But this also made him extremely disgusted with himself.
It seemed to confirm that, compared to the Silver Dragon, he was more like a womanizer.
Therefore, this affection is very subtle and fragile, and he may never express it aloud.
After all, even though he had already noticed the other party's hidden presence, he had shamelessly said many crude things to Yun Wei that he now finds extremely embarrassing.
This terrible first impression was enough to make him hesitate.
Even dragons need to progress.
Richard's silver eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "Isn't that right?"
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