No one wants to provoke an angry old dwarf. They sat down, eating the simple but delicious food in silence - Nia didn't know if anyone else could taste it, he didn't have the ability to do it anyway, and everything he ate fell heavily in his stomach like a stone.

It's a strange sight to curl up in a blanket in a chair between Lydia and Celebrian, still unconscious, but Scott is adamant that he won't let the boy out of his sight, and that's all they can do.

The dwarf hiccuped and pushed away the plate in front of him. Gods willing, he still ate as much food as usual.

"Now, let's talk. He announced, pressing his hands on the table, sternly looking left and right at two men with dark faces, both of whom were much younger than him, but neither of whom would be easily shaken.

Nia Gao raised her hand highly.

"I'm against it!" he cried.

"Shut up, child!" the dwarf grabbed the apple he hadn't finished and tossed it.

"Not this time!" Nia dodged easily, insisting, "I thought we had talked about the same thing and made a decision!" Five years ago, right here, we said that no one knows what will become of this child, so we can't kill him, we ...... Well, Scott will raise him well and teach him to be a good person. If that doesn't work, if he really does something unforgivable, we'll ...... We'll make another decision. We all agreed, didn't we? What did he do now? We can't kill him! Also, I ......" He paused, "I don't think it's a good idea to have him sit here and listen to us talk about this, it's weird!"

"Don't worry. Allen's face was gloomy: "I gave him a little bit of medicine...... Just in case. ”

Lydia shrugged, "Just in case, I just added another little spell, don't worry, he can't hear what we're saying." ”

Scott sat there stiff, fists clenched, body straight.

"I will not allow anyone to hurt him. He said.

Alan sighed, "Well, when the hell did I say I was going to kill him?"

"You look like you're ...... That's what it looks like. Nia snorted.

"I just don't think he's fit to stay here anymore. First of all," Alan glared at Scott, "I think you don't know how to raise a child at all." ”

"I've raised him well for five years!" Scott protested.

"You haven't taken care of him as long as Lidardo! you've kept him alone in the tower all afternoon!" Alan accused, "If it were my daughter, she'd be there crying and fainting—no, she might have kicked a hole in the door...... It doesn't matter, what matters, Scott, is that he's probably going to be a dragon again!"

"He cried and fussed in my ears for two whole days, and I wouldn't listen to anything, because I wouldn't let him go with Nia to get into those dangerous tunnels!" Scott roared, "Two days!

Everyone froze.

"Wait a minute, friends," Keller Brian sighed and pressed his forehead, "I thought our question was 'what to do with a dangerous creature that would turn into a dragon' instead of 'how to deal with a dead child'?"

"So, Kavo, where were you going to take him?" asked Lydia curiously.

"The temple of the god of water, I think," Alan Carver glanced at Scott, "Collins is very close to here." Or the Mage's Guild. Those places that can nurture him and control his power. ”

"Wow, I'm not going to suggest you send him to the mages. Lydia ruffled her hair and sneered at her peers nonchalantly, "They're probably more keen to try anything that will turn him back into a dragon faster than they are to watch him grow up." ”

"So, the Temple?"

"Yes, Temple. Celebrian sneered, "There is no doubt that those holy priests will be merciful enough to let this half-dragon, half-human monster live in peace in the dark underworld with chains, and I guess they will recite prayers to him three times a day." ”

Nia shuddered, "I've always wanted to ask, Keller Brian, are you really the priest of the moon god?"

"My God has been very, very forgiving to me. The priest leaned back and gave the thief a grim smile.

"Enough. Scott slowly stood up, his gaze swept firmly over everyone's faces, "I'm not going to let Iscontia go anywhere. He's my brother -- five years ago you didn't object, five years later you don't have the right to do that. He belongs here. ”

"Belonging to a cold stone castle, he can never leave, and his only loved one is not by his side half of the year, and he may even die at any time in a place he doesn't know. That's what you're trying to say?" Alan asked rhetorically.

"Alan Carvo. Ragan slammed the table lightly: "I hate it when you talk in circles like this." ”

"Well, Scott Christus, you can't be a good brother at the same time, a paladin who is always at the mercy of a call, and a busy, risk-taker whose life is in danger at any moment. Alan also stood up and calmly faced the knight: "Can you decide what to give up?".

The nights in Criesburg are always cold, and even if it's not winter yet, the fireplace in the room is already lit. Scott sat on the edge of the bed with his hands crossed, in a daze. He couldn't hear the argument downstairs anymore.

Lydia was furious. For a moment she seemed seriously considering whether or not to throw a fireball at him and Alan. The dwarf didn't say anything, just tugging at his beard, and Nia kept staring at them blankly, as if she didn't understand what was going on. And Cele Brian - he didn't know if he cared about that.

There was a knock on the old wooden door, and Scott didn't bother to move.

"The door is open. He said.

The door was gently pushed open, but no one entered.

Scott looked up and saw Alan leaning against the door, raising the vial in his hand to him.

"Just to wake up the little one as soon as possible, he's been sleeping a little longer. He explained.

Scott stood up and stepped aside as Alan applied the potion under Is's nose.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt him. Alan put the potion back into the pouch around his waist and sighed at Scott, "I don't think I'm going to be the most popular guest in Kriessburg anymore?"

"Why did you do that?" Scott asked, "If you don't want me to follow you anymore, you can just tell me......"

"Scott, it's your choice. ”

"You don't give me any choice. Scott said sullenly with his head down. He felt betrayed and abandoned, but there was no way to vent, no one to blame, and until now, he only felt powerless.

Alan was silent for a while, and finally he just rubbed the young man's unkempt short blonde hair.

"Take care of yourself and the little one," he said, "and if anything is unusual, summon us, or go to the village below to find Delian." ”

The unfamiliar name made Scott flurry. Alan didn't explain anything more, and turned to leave.

"You're always welcome here, Alan Carvo. The young man whispered.

Alan smiled and waved his hand without looking back.

Scott stood quietly for a few moments, until the little boy squirmed in the blanket on the bed.

He walked over, propped his hands on the bed, and smiled at his ignorant brother: "Hey, Is, did you sleep well? ”

The boy looked at him without saying a word, his timid eyes heartbreaking.

Scott suddenly couldn't say a word with an indescribable guilt - Alan was right, he had never been a good brother, he had left Isis in the castle for most of the time, he didn't know why this little boy could still trust him so wholeheartedly and rely on him, as if he were really his only relative by blood.

If one day he knows the truth......

Scott lowered his head and landed a slightly uneasy kiss on the boy's forehead, suppressing the sudden panic in his heart.

Even if it was self-deception, he didn't want to think about that now.

Isis reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck tightly, burying his head in his shoulders.

"I'll be obedient. After a while, the boy whispered with a sob.

Scott picked up the boy whole and patted him on the back, "You're already obedient, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have locked you up." ”

"I'll be more obedient. The boy insisted, whispering muttered muttered over the young man's shoulder.

"That's good, Is, that's good......"

Scott could only repeat in a low voice, hugging the young boy tighter.

qidian.

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