Isis walked aimlessly with his head down, he didn't know where he was going...... He didn't know where he could go in this way.

For a moment he wanted to go to Naria and Ed, but he immediately vetoed it himself.

He didn't want them to see him as he was, and he didn't want to involve them in any danger again.

Several times he stopped in a daze, looked at the unfamiliar faces around him, and thought in a trance that he wondered how many people would be like him, homeless and nowhere to go......

By the time he came to his senses, he was already walking back - back to the hotel, and Scott probably wouldn't really "go his separate ways" with him, at least not in that case.

He really didn't want to get into a fight with Scott again, but he wouldn't even tell him a lie...... He couldn't help but be angry, but he couldn't just leave Scott alone, even if he couldn't actually help him now, he had to "watch him" well, as Keller Bryan said.

He made up his mind, and his steps involuntarily quickened. He didn't pay any attention when he hit a man's shoulder, and continued to move forward without looking back, but he was suddenly grabbed by the arm.

"Hurry to hell?!" the tall northern man yelled at him, his blackened teeth making Iss frown. There is probably this kind of short-tempered guy in every city, and he should be able to deal with him......

Should.

It was only when he received a solid punch in the chin and retreated in a daze that Iss realized how ridiculous the word was. He "should" apologize like a normal person and run away, instead of arrogantly thinking that he still has the strength he once had.

It was salty in his mouth, it was the taste of his own blood. He bit his tongue. The lips are also broken.

But when the man grabbed him at the hem of his shirt and tried to punch him again, he didn't hesitate to resist, and the dull pain in his cheek remained muffled - he had been hurt much more than that.

He managed to punch the opponent in the nose, which probably didn't do much damage, but only angered the opponent even more.

He couldn't figure out how he had fallen to the ground, and as the man's fist continued to fall down on his face, he instinctively raised his arms to protect his head, anger and shame clenching his teeth. didn't make a sound, but there was indescribable panic and confusion in my heart.

He never knew he was so weak...... Before he knew he was a dragon, he was really well protected.

The surrounding sounds seemed to fade away. Dizzy, he didn't know when the attack had stopped. Someone grabbed him by the arm, but only pulled it away gently.

"You're still ...... Okay?"

The man leaning over to him stared at his face, a surprise in his eyes that could not be concealed.

“...... It's you. He said vaguely and irritatingly. Recognized the face.

But he really didn't want to see him at the moment...... Don't want to see anyone who knows who he is.

When he saw the unfamiliar but impossible to forget figure on the side of the road through the car window, Borena was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect to see him again, and it was in Balach, a city not the mouth of the Kuz River, and once his identity was revealed, the mages, priests, and warriors here would definitely have a way to kill a dragon......

He stared at the young man with blonde hair and a little lost looking in a daze, and his head involuntarily turned as the carriage began to move forward.

Ethan leaned over and glanced at it.

"See an acquaintance?" he asked.

Borena knew quite a few people in the city. Some probably wish they had never met him, and some probably wanted his life.

“...... I can't say. Borena replied, a little unsure of what to do. In his current situation. It's really not suitable to have anything to do with a dragon, but it doesn't seem good to let him wander around the street. The young man was obviously in a bad mood, and he looked a little overwhelmed, and he walked around with a cold face, and he couldn't see any purpose. If he accidentally got into a conflict with someone again, he would become a dragon in the street in a fit of rage......

Borena shuddered. He stopped the carriage and staggered as he jumped before he could stand still.

Ethan sat in the carriage with a black face, motionless. If this man has to find his own death. Why should he bother with him?

Borena limped, cautiously approaching the dangerous target that had suddenly turned around and turned in another direction. But that's always the case, and the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

He watched as the two men collided, tugged, and ......

Then his eyes widened as he watched the young man who had beaten the barbarians, cut off the heads of the undead, and almost killed him, barely able to fight back, but still resisting unyieldingly.

He stood there for a moment, a little suspicious that he had recognized the wrong person, and what kind of disguise this was to disguise his identity...... There were more and more onlookers, and he could no longer see the two people. When the persuasion in the crowd overpowered the gloating cheers, and the two guards ran from the street corner, he couldn't help but squeeze into the crowd with great effort, and "persuaded" the man who was getting more and more energetic with a gold coin.

He couldn't believe that the beaten face was covered in blood, it was really ...... The dragon.

"You know him?"

As he stared at the face that had been beaten a little badly, the guard who had dispersed the crowd asked behind him.

"Recognize. He replied subconsciously.

"I don't know!" said the young man angrily, trying to get up, but it seemed that he had twisted his foot and could not use his strength, and his face turned pale and blue for a while, which made Borena involuntarily frightened, lest he refuse to "disguise" any longer.

-- But it really doesn't look like it's pretending! None of his many people can have such excellent acting skills! And what reason does a dragon have to "endure humiliation"?!

The middle-aged guard with a beautiful beard didn't seem to take the young man's words seriously, but just squatted down and looked at his face, frowned and turned to Borena and said, "It seems that the injury is not light." You can take him to the temple for the priests to see, it's not far anyway. ”

"I'm not going to any temple!" roared the young man.

Of course you can't go, what are the consequences of bringing a dragon into the temple. Borena couldn't think about it, he heard that the dragon in front of him was the one who crashed through the water temple of Collins and flew out......

"Whatever you want. The guard shrugged his shoulders and walked away with his companions, leaving Borena and the young man staring at each other.

The young man snorted coldly, turned his head and struggled to get up on his own, but looked around as if he didn't know where to go.

Borena stared at his reddened eyes, and for a moment felt like he was about to cry. I couldn't help but say, "I have a carriage...... If you want to go somewhere, I can give you a ride. ”

-- The older I get, the softer my heart becomes.

He complained to himself a little annoyed. But he doesn't plan to take it back, and whether the person in front of him will accept his "kindness" is another matter.

To his surprise, the young man hung his head and was silent for a while, then nodded.

Nodded reluctantly.

"Where?" asked Borena.

Isis was stunned. He followed the man into the carriage and just didn't want to walk down the street in such a miserable way to show people -- he certainly couldn't go back to Scott like that! His brother might have burned the whole of Balach in a fit of rage.

"Whatever...... Where. In the end, he could only say angrily, "I want to wash my face!"

The other man in the carriage didn't even look at them with a gloomy face, and he was happy to assume that the other person didn't exist.

Borena seemed to sigh and called out to the coachman: "Go back to the hotel!"

No one said a word on the way. Borena closed the window, one of the three men had a cold face, a black face, and a bitter face, and the spacious carriage was so stuffy that he could barely breathe, and when the carriage stopped, Borena let out a long sigh of relief.

Eth suddenly felt a little guilty. He didn't know why this person was helping him. He didn't owe him anything - was it to thank him for not strangling him last time?

"Thank you. He stiffened out two words.

Borena glared at him with a ghostly expression.

Iss bit his lip in remorse—I wouldn't have said it if I had known! Is it so strange for a dragon to say thank you to a human?!

But Borena soon laughed and replied rather pleasantly and amicably: "You're welcome. ”

The other glanced at them with a foolish look. Kicked open the car door and jumped off.

"Ethan. Borena seemed to remember to introduce Iss, "My friend, the owner here. ”

The Plantagenet Lodge is much more upscale than the inns where Isis and Scott stay. Even though the people in the shop were a little curious about Is's bloodied face, no one came up to inquire about anything, or stared at Is's face. Most people quickly look away just a glance, but even so. It didn't make Is's mood any better.

He felt his face swelled, and his left eye was so swollen that he could barely open it - of course it would! Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to go back to Scott.

"I'll open a room for you. You can take a break first. Borena said.

Isis nodded silently.

As Borena ran to what seemed to pick a room, he stepped back into a more remote corner, awkwardly and awkwardly avoiding everyone's attention, intentional or not. Frustration overpowered anger, and he didn't even have the strength to look up and stare back fiercely.

Amid the gentle whispers around him, he heard a sound of brisk and powerful footsteps stepping into the shop, and a voice that was too familiar to know could not be more familiar, "It's nice here, you can see the spire of the library when you open the window—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Isis didn't dare to look up at all, he desperately shrank back, desperately hoping that he would be able to retract into the plank, underground...... Anywhere, just don't let her see him...... No, there's no way she'll recognize him......

A figure sprang over, hugged him tightly, and cried out in surprise:

"Is!!"

Then he saw his miserable face in Naria's bright brown eyes.

"The gods are above...... What's going on? What's wrong with your face?!...... What's wrong with your hair!" The girl held his face in shock, anger and distress.

- All the gods should go to hell!!

Cursed inwardly, Isis was forced to raise his head, and at a glance he saw Ed, who was behind Naria, with his mouth open in a sluggish and ecstatic face, and ......

"Allen ......"

He whispered in disbelief.

He should have heard his footsteps...... He was much older than he remembered.

The white-haired old man looked at him in astonishment, his lips trembling slightly, and stood for a moment in a daze before he staggered over, threw away his crutches, and embraced him and Narya in his arms with open arms.

"My child ......"

As the familiar call rang in his ears, Iss closed his eyes and let the tears slip down.

(To be continued)