Chapter 1218 Dragonborn and Peas

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Azalena stood quietly on the hill illuminated by the starlight. The imperial capital illuminated by the lights of thousands of families was like a gem inlaid by the Baishui River. In her eyes, it showed a brilliance far brighter than the stars in the sky. There are several winding lights extending from the city, extending to the depths of the dark plain under the night, connecting those more distant lights-they are busy roads and railways day and night, they are like arteries, in this land Conveying the blood of the empire.

After the topic about Tarrond, she and Byron did not speak for a long time, allowing the silence to gradually surround from all directions, and it took a long time before she heard the familiar and deep voice coming from A voice came from the side: "...if only they could wait until this day..."

"If they are still alive, then you are probably still the mercenary captain who wandered in the gray area. If you are still a mercenary captain, when old Cecil was attacked by the distortion body, Ms. Hetty and Rebecca Miss will not have your combat power by your side. Without your combat power, it will be difficult for Cecil's last fire to survive that disaster. In this way, even if Gawain Cecil is still resurrected, the whole world will be destroyed. The fate of the land will be completely different from what it is today..." Azalena turned her head to look at Byron, her eyes shone with a dark red light in the night, "I know this sounds a bit indifferent, but Captain, Destiny is intertwined."

"...Yeah, destiny is intertwined," Byron sighed softly, and then looked at Azalena strangely, "But you wouldn't say this kind of... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. What impresses me the most about you is holding a wine barrel and bragging with others. If you can't brag, you will draw out a knife to fight, and continue bragging after the fight-you have never lost a quarrel or a fight."

"Bringing these things up in front of women is not how a mature gentleman should behave—but it is quite in line with your style," Azalena laughed, with a hint of memory in her eyes, "I left you Is this the original impression... I can't remember clearly, but it should indeed be the most free and easy day for me."

"Actually, I've always been curious." Byron couldn't help but looked Azalena up and down, "What exactly does the Dragon Seal Witch...it sounds like you have a very special status in the Holy Dragon Principality, not only It’s as simple as being an envoy for foreign exchanges.”

Azalena didn't expect that such a careless guy as Byron would pay attention to such details. She blinked in surprise, and then the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Indeed, I am not only an envoy for foreign exchanges,'Dragon Seal Witch 'Have their own responsibilities - in the Holy Dragon Principality, everyone has such a natural 'responsibility', some are born craftsmen, some are born warriors, some have superior memory abilities, and some are born to perceive or understand dragons The knowledge hidden in the slang runes...

"These things are inscribed in our DNA,

Engraved deep in the soul memory of every dragonborn, quite a few of these "duties" are actually useless in this era, but they are still preserved, waiting for the day when they will come in handy in the future. And this is exactly the meaning of the original existence of the Holy Dragon Principality: we are Tarrond's "disaster backup", the seeds used to rebuild the dragon civilization after the extinction of the pure blood dragon clan...

"As for me, the 'Dragon Seal Witch'... my duty is to record and master dragon language magic. I am also naturally able to identify the bloodlines of other descendants of dragons, and use spiritual resonance to establish communication with other dragon seal witches in the distance—— The Dragon Seal Witch is a bit like the 'directory' and 'node' of the 'disaster backup', if the dragon civilization collapses, the surviving number of the Dragon Seal Witch will directly determine the rebuilding speed and upper limit of the entire civilization."

Byron's eyes widened in surprise, he watched Azarena say this with a calm expression, and subconsciously frowned: "I didn't expect you to be such an amazing character... What you said Things, does every dragonborn know?"

"Every dragonborn? Of course not," Azalena smiled and shook her head, "Only the upper-level dragonborn living in Dragon's Landing Castle know these 'missions', and they must be adults—most of the dragonborn I don't know the mission I shoulder. Everyone is just living the ordinary life they are familiar with in the land they are familiar with. I know that the outside world has always believed that the Holy Dragon Principality is a very mysterious place, but in fact... most of the dragon descendants Ordinary life is similar to that of you humans."

"Humans don't roll themselves down the side of a mountain in a wooden barrel, let alone free fall along a steep cliff," Byron immediately muttered with a strange expression, "Using your Majesty's words, your dragonborn's usual The lifestyle is too hardcore..."

"Haha..." Azalena was amused by Byron's words, and her happy laughter spread far under the night. After a few seconds, she slowly stopped laughing, exhaled softly, and said with a sigh "Actually, it doesn't make sense to say these things now. The development of things did not go according to the ancient plan. The dragon passed its coming-of-age ceremony, but Tarrond was not completely destroyed... The future seems to be better than expected, but the original The dragonborn who will serve as 'disaster backup' now also have the opportunity to choose their own survival path.

"It is said that His Majesty Balogar is trying to solve the genetic imprint on the dragonborn, and my father is also active in this matter, but I don't care much about it... The natural 'responsibility' may be for many dragonborn. Words are a bondage, but on the other hand, there is nothing wrong with having a natural talent in my opinion."

Listening to Azarena's narration, Byron did not open his mouth to make any comments - this is a question related to the way of life of the dragonborn, and each ethnic group has its own way of life, he cannot use human Judging Azalena and her clansmen with their own eyes, keeping silent is the most correct choice at this time.

Azarena was a little surprised by Byron's silence, but soon she smiled and shook her head, putting these aside, the dragonborn looked away from a distance, turned around and looked at the bare hills behind, symbolizing Sexy tombstones and lonely bouquets are silent under the starlight, and a path extends from the direction of the tombstone to the foot of the mountain. After a long time, she whispered, "What's in this tomb?"

"It's just the empty thoughts of the living, and there are two rusted broken swords and a lame eulogy," Byron said in a low voice, "Actually, I buried several people in Cecil outside Old Cecil. Lin Daokou, but in that disaster, the place where they were buried was the main channel for the aberrations to attack-plus the subsequent dragon's breath, there was nothing left in that place. I went back later and dug Something happened, and a tomb was barely built here... But His Majesty is right in saying that the best way to commemorate the dead is not a gorgeous funeral and coffin, but someone who can still remember that they lived, I It feels right."

"It sounds like you have a lot of confidence in your Majesty."

"Of course, everyone who has fought alongside him will trust him, and when it comes to matters of life and death, I especially trust his judgment," Byron said with a smile, "He has experience."

The corners of Azalena's mouth seemed to tremble, but she couldn't see clearly in the night, and then she seemed to change the subject and said: "Old Cecil... I remember that I liked the roasted wild boar legs and honey produced there the most. Liquor. By the way, is it still in ruins to this day?"

"Reconstruction has already begun—the ruins I'm talking about happened a few years ago," Byron nodded, "The place was severely corrupted by the magic tide, and even after it was purified by the dragon's breath, the harmful components deep in the soil were still there. It is constantly segregating and it is very unsuitable for growing crops, so we do not plan to build towns there, the plan of the government affairs department is to treat it as an industrial zone and move some of the heavy factories located on the south bank of the Baishui River there."

Then he fell silent, feeling this moment of silence in the cold wind of late autumn, until the low humming sound from the night patrolling dragoons flying over the sky in the distance woke him up from his memories, he saw Glancing at the brightly lit city, she said to Azalena: "Go back, it's getting late, you should worry if you don't go back to Pea."

Azarena nodded, and followed Byron towards the path not far away. When passing by the tomb standing on the top of the hill, she still couldn't help but stop and patted the piece. Cold tombstones.

"Let's go."

...

In the central area of ​​the imperial capital, in a big house on Knight Street, bright magic spar lamps illuminate the spacious dining room. Steaming meals have been served on the table. Pea is sitting at the dining table, blinking her big eyes and looking at the restaurant that just came back in front of her. The father of the family, and Azalena's "sister" beside him.

Compared with her grey-haired father, the beautiful red-haired lady looks really young, but Pea knows that many, many years ago, the two people who looked very different in age were actually comrades-in-arms who fought side by side.

"Uh... Aunt Azalina is having dinner at home tonight." Perhaps because of the embarrassment caused by his daughter's gaze, Byron couldn't help scratching at his messy hair, and made redundant explanations clumsily, "We just went to I left the suburbs, so I came back late..."

Before he finished speaking, Azalena kicked him directly under the table: "It's not aunt, it's sister."

Byron looked at Azalena in surprise: "No, you have already..."

"It's my sister." The Dragon Seal Witch was expressionless, but her tone was firm.

Byron was defeated helplessly: "...well, you can do whatever you want, as long as Pea has no objections."

Pea, who was sitting across the table, didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, just opened her eyes and watched the movements of the two "adults" in front of her. She didn't care that her father came back very late today - because it is like this every year, father He will go to a small mountain in the suburbs to visit those uncles and aunts who fought side by side with him, and on this day, his mood is always not very good...

It's just that today's situation seems to be a little different. My father's mood after returning home seems to be much better than every time on this day in previous years.

Peas, who had grown up, thought about it.

The nervous Byron obviously didn't notice these things. He was in a good mood. The aroma of the dinner, the company of his family, and the return of friends who fought side by side in the past made him feel that today was a very special day. He glanced at the table. After the hot meal, I suddenly remembered something and stood up: "By the way, wait for me for a while, I will go to the cellar to take out a few bottles of good wine from my collection—Azalena, you must taste it, then But brought back from Saint-Sunil..."

As the voice fell, he had already got up and walked out of the restaurant, and there were only the red-haired dragon-marked witch and the well-behaved pea at the table. This is the first time she has ever met this kind of "private" occasion. She hesitated for a while, and finally prepared to speak. Pleasant mechanically synthesized sounds:

"Sister, are you going to pick on my dad?"

All the words that Azarena hadn't brewed could no longer be brewed any longer, only a dumbfounded expression and a short exclamation remained: "...Huh?"

There is still no expression over the pea, and the mouth is not open, but the voice in the speaker has begun to continue to rise: "I see, you just plan to soak my dad, maybe you have thought of for decades. This I’m familiar with this kind of plot—the men and women who fought side by side many years ago, and those who came together many years later, have appeared many times in Mr. Film’s scripts, as well as the stories told by Sister Jibri and the stories hidden by Ms. Hetty. That's what the knights who wrote it said..."

Azarena, this high-ranking dragon descendant who has experienced a lot of troubles suddenly panicked this time, and quickly said while waving her hands: "Wait, I'm not, I don't, don't..."

However, her speaking speed is not as fast as the talking device directly controlled by the nerve cord, not to mention that no one can control the pea that has already opened her mouth. The voice of the little girl Balabala continued: "Hey, don't rush to deny it, sister, this It's not a bad thing, my dad has been single for so many years after all...

"But let me tell you, you have to work hard. It's hard for my dad to stay in love. The main reason is that he reacts slowly and lacks the nerves in this area. In fact, there are usually other women who are interested in my dad. After all, he is an empire. The general has been single for so long, but it seems that none of them have succeeded in the past few years.

"If you want to do it, you have to be more obvious. If it doesn't work, you can talk to him directly. My dad's resistance to this is actually quite low. Don't look at him often bragging about how popular he was when he was young. I told Philip Uncle has inquired about it, and there is nothing at all...

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing you have to pay attention to. If you really want to pick on my dad, then you can't let me call you sister. It's better for you to let me call you aunt. This way, it's easier to level up in seniority, and it's easier It will make it easier for my dad to accept it. Of course, this is actually a small problem. After all, His Majesty said that when the long-lived race and the short-lived race are together, it is best not to care about age and seniority. Everyone should discuss it. Otherwise, just study who is who. Uncle has to list dozens of sheets of calculations, but he may not be able to figure it out...

"By the way, why is my dad so slow to get a drink? He shouldn't be drinking it secretly again...Let me tell you, he often drinks like this secretly, because he promised me every time..."

The synthesized voice from the speaking device kept ringing, but Pea in front of her still maintained a calm expression of not speaking. Even if she had seen this weird scene a few times, Azalena felt a little overwhelmed, let alone What stayed was what the girl said cracklingly - she only felt the buzzing in her ears, and it was like a rain of arrows hitting her face continuously, but finally, she still caught the short gap in Pea's thinking , waving his hands repeatedly: "Stop, stop, stop first, what did you say just now? You said that someone usually pursues Byron's unresponsive wood?"

"Yes, there are many. Although my father doesn't know, the middle-aged and elderly women in the imperial capital..."

Pea got up again, and Byron, who was coming out of the cellar with two bottles of red wine, suddenly felt a tremor...