The other goblins in the hall were busy seeing their new owners devouring their food like gluttony.

A mouthful of a sharp-billed frog.

Tears were about to run down his mouth.

In the past, this kind of thing was only eaten by worshippers, but it is said that it can be seen more clearly in the dark when eaten, and it has a very sweet taste.

But they didn't dare to criticize anything, after all, even if Gordon wasn't there, it wouldn't be their turn to eat it.

But my heart was relieved as Gordon swallowed.

After all, it's also a good thing for the new owner to eat the sharp-billed frog when he is full, so that he won't want to eat the poor and weak goblins.

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound of a whip striking a stone.

Let this group of goblins, who almost couldn't walk when they saw the food, suddenly came back to their senses.

Come to remember, they still have work to do!

"Hurry up and get to work! Strive to build its lair before the great master rests, let the master see what our Galak clan is capable of, and the top ten people who are the fastest today can go and drink that ......"

The elite goblin with a blackened elbow, wielding a leather whip in one hand, supervised the construction of the group of goblins.

Although its tone was stern, its words were full of encouragement, and it deliberately pointed to the vanilla-scented cauldron in the distance with its whip.

As the best of the goblins, it is well versed in the nature of its kind, lazy but fearful, and needs to be both soft and hard.

In this way, it is possible to control this group of weak people who will not think about anything other than food and mating.

Today's task is to demolish this stone house and give it to the great new owner, Gordon. Build a nest that is large enough for a dragon to rest on.

It didn't want to get out of the basket on the first day of the mission Gordon had given it.

......

The movement here is just a small episode for Gordon.

It's still eating.

Until, after feeling a slight fullness in his lower abdomen, Gordon finally stopped eating.

Let the goblin attendants who are on call at any time around them wipe the cold sweat from the corners of their foreheads, and if they eat again, there will really be no drop of stock.

It's not that they're reluctant, it's just that they're afraid they'll run out.

If Gordon still wants to eat them, it will be miserable to find them to vent his anger.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, and it is the same when placed next to the real dragon.

God knows if one day, it suddenly comes to taste the taste of greenskin, it is not impossible. ，

Gordon looked at his lower abdomen, which wasn't covered by slightly bulging scales like Nina's.

After eating the weight of a sharp-billed frog the size of its body, he didn't even feel a swelling in his stomach.

Gordon almost thought that its mouth was in the space dimension pocket, if there was no fullness in the abdomen.

Although Gordon had spent three days on the dragon, he still couldn't help but marvel at the subtlety of the real dragon's body structure.

And it feels like its body is still to be developed...... Phew! No! to grow!

Over time, the dragon creature grows to full-fledged adulthood.

It is said that he is the patron of Io, the god of creation.

It has a huge heart with a vibration frequency that is enough to crush granite, covered with scale armor of different sizes all over the body, and the body can be more than twenty meters long from head to tail, and the shadow of the wings spread at low altitude is enough to obscure the mythical creature of the hundred-person phalanx.

--- real dragon

It is said that the ancient dragon can exceed the physical limit of the ancient dragon, and can reach a length of hundreds of meters and a weight of nearly 10,000 tons.

But then again, it's actually normal for Gordon to eat a lot without looking fat.

Dragons' bodies store elemental energy flowing in dragon blood after digestion, not fat.

Therefore, there is no dragon that will eat too much because of eating too much, causing the body to become fat.

Coupled with the fact that dragons don't have an obvious way of dissipating body heat, they neither sweat nor gasp.

This heat is extracted and converted into energy by the basal blood vessels of the dragon's core organs, which then store this energy and convert it into energy corresponding to their own race.

It can be said that there is no energy loss, which can be called a perpetual motion machine.

With this ultimate biological weapon, it's not wrong to say that dragons are Io's patrons.

Gordon no longer looked at the wriggling and digesting body inside, it looked at Nina.

She was pouting her ass on Calando's map, and she seemed to think that it was better for digestion than lying flat.

Nina was seriously flipping through a book, her little face was solemn, as if she was very engrossed.

The parchment paper book that was the cover was one of the books that the goblins had taken out of their sacrificial chambers, the Mage's Primer.

Nina was sensitive to Gordon's undisguised burning gaze, barely staring at her for three seconds.

She hurriedly closed the book, raised her head, looked at the black young dragon that had begun to look like a real dragon, and said cautiously and panickedly.

"Mr. Gordon, are you full?"

She asked tentatively.

However, Gordon did not answer the question, and looked thoughtfully at the dragonborn girl in front of him and asked.

"You're interested in mages?"

"Also...... Not anymore. ”

Nina seemed a little shy about the question, and her speech was a little slurred, but she was not as reserved in front of Gordon as she had been.

She said very sincerely.

"I just think that Mr. Gordon protects me, and that I should have my own worth, and that Nina will feel useless if nothing helps. ”

"Whether it's a mage or a warlock like Sister Celia, as long as she can help Mr. Gordon, Nina can do anything. ”

Nina's voice was low, and her little face flickered with emotion in the light of the campfire, but it was obvious that she was a little lost.

She used to be in the orphanage, and this is what Grandma Oran told her, that what she gets may not always be able to have, and if you want to have it all the time, you need to maintain it yourself.

Things are the same, and so are feelings.

Therefore, she started working at the age of six, and she rushed to do a lot of chores, just to continue this life in the orphanage, but unfortunately she ...... in the end.

As a dragonborn half-blood, she cherishes those hard-won loves more, and she wants to protect this love even more, and she doesn't want to lose it.

That's why she's so eager to learn and improve.

Gordon originally wanted to say, you can rest assured to be a purchasing tool person, there is something it covers.

But then I thought about it, I was going to leave here, if I couldn't take her away at that time.

Wouldn't she have to go back to her precarious life?

It sheltered Nina for a while, but it couldn't shelter her for the rest of her life.

So, Gordon sorted out the wording and said to Nina.

"Yes, if you need it, you can command those goblins of mine to help you find spell materials, and if you are interested in other professions, I will also support you. ”

"Whatever you want, do it! ”

Although Gordon's voice was not soft, Nina still heard the concern from the mouth of the black dragon in front of her, and then thought of Gordon's series of actions before, and her heart was happy.

However, she still resisted the feeling of tears, nodded, and then opened the spell book and continued to study.

Gordon, on the other hand, was lying on the ground like a cat, except for occasionally checking the progress of the nest that the goblins had built for him, and spending more time continuing to study the map of the free capital.

Two floors, a few blocks, an hour is not enough for it to see.

Moreover, it has already begun to plan the next five-year plan.

The Underground Emperor of Karando.

It's done!

Nina, on the other hand, was obsessed with the obscure primer on spells, and she felt that her little head was a little inadequate.

She wanted to give up a little, but putting down the book now would not make Mr. Gordon see the joke.

So Nina still gritted her teeth and continued to pick up the book and read the spell book, delving into the profound knowledge inside.

Occasionally glance at Mr. Gordon, who is biting his tail and bored looking at the map.

Besides, I think about Sister Celia, who just reunited this morning, and I don't know her, is she okay now?

-----

"Yawn!"

The city of freedom - Karando, more than ten miles outside the city, a horse-drawn carriage is driving in the wilderness.

Celia, who was sitting in the carriage, felt an itch from the tip of her nose, and she couldn't help but yawn.

Several teammates who were sitting in the same carriage with her couldn't help but express their condolences and concern when they saw Celia's strange appearance.

"Celia, are you alright?"

A female warrior with long soft blond hair, silver armor, and a half-oriental demure face sat across from Celia and asked with concern.

"Do you want to ......," she said, pulling out a diluted bottle of holy water from the adventurer's usual pocketbag.

The adventure is about to begin, and the main output, Miss Warlock can't have an accident.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine later, maybe I got up too early today, and I caught a cold from the sea breeze. ”

Celia under the black hood smiled apologetically and waved her hand in refusal.

"Well, if there's something, you have to say it. ”

Margalessia Feng glanced at Miss Warlock, who was bowing her head again to meditate, and then stopped talking.

Start conserving your stamina and resting.

This commission is a little more difficult than the few commissions in the Northland.

If it weren't for the targeted preparation, they would never have agreed to Celia taking on this task.

Delegate target: Dragon Lion

Delegation Limit Team: One

Reward: 300 gold coins or the equivalent of magic items.

The carriage was still moving, and occasionally there was a grunt in the woods, the warning sound of Celia's pet, Liz, the pseudo-dragon.

Let those goblins, goblins, and kobolds retreat.

It's a natural scout, and Liz enjoys it herself.

In this way, the carriage carrying Celia went south on the road of the wilderness, and behind him, the city of liberty surrounded by towering walls, grew farther and farther until it was gone.