"Jonk Varech, a modest wizard, scholar, and nobleman, lost his family the Archonship of Rainbow City during his reign, and the baron, known for his timidity, did not take part in a single minor adventure since he inherited the title, but the diary of his only adventure in his youth records the story of him and a white dragon— This was a laughing stock at the time, and it wasn't until centuries later that the Northlands realized what was once a joke in the diary.

It was destined to be a far-reaching historical event for both the Northlands and the Dragons, and the Varech family was condemned by various justice organizations in the Northlands for a long time. ”

- Messenger of Seregas Milla Bahamut, The History of the Antas Dragons,

"That cowardly man didn't realize what crime he had committed until he died!" —Lilian, Commander of the Guardians of the Duchy of Walch.

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Jonk fell heavily on the snow, letting out a groan of pain.

When the dragon dragged him into the sky, he passed out of despair, his throat was already hoarse when he left the ground, and now he looked at the dragon in front of him, and the fear in his heart was irrepressible.

It's a white dragon!

It's a little weird, but he won't be mistaken.

Thin and thin because of malnutrition and red eyes...... With red eyes, it must be a craving for food that makes its eyes bloodshot, it must be like this.

Fear made the wizard instantly understand what was wrong with the various painting styles on the white dragon, and for a while, there was only one word that came to mind repeatedly, that is, to finish!

Die, die, die, die!

He closed his eyes and waited for the impending death, the cold wind freezing almost every hair of his hair, and the fear in his heart had reached the extreme—the shivering and shivering had ended.

The wizard very much wished that he would pass out quickly, so that when the white dragon ate him, he would not feel pain, and it is said that the white dragon would freeze the meat before eating it, and he must have ended up like this.

At this time, the knowledge about the creatures of the Northland kept pouring out in his mind, and the Master of the Vault could learn from it: he had never had such a clear mind when he was reviewing before the tutor exam.

He hated his sober mind at the moment, and every memory that poured out of him increased his fear, and he would rather pass out himself, yes, faint and faint...... He muttered as he watched the white dragon approach, watching the claws scratch at his heart.

"No, spare my life! the great Shona! Misriel, Perro, Hamm, Dilmo, Balsala, Bahamut, Tiamat, even the gods are unspeakably mysterious! Who can save me! I will inherit the family and give all my fortune to spread his name!" The sorcerer screamed and moved backwards, both prayer and prayer were evidently in vain: most of the gods would not be interested in this transactional prayer, and they could not help at this time, and as for those unspeakable beings, they were obviously not online, and if nothing else, no one was capable of saving him at this time.

Of course, if one of the twins of fate, Dilmo and Barsala, appeared now, and gave him luck or bad luck for the white dragon, he still had a chance—but that opportunity was not often available to their followers.

The wizard watched in despair as the white dragon's claws pressed against his heart, tearing his fur and robes, his already hoarse throat puffed out his strength and let out a burst of screams, he waited desperately for his final fate, but after a quarter of an hour, he was shocked to find that the white dragon had not torn his flesh, but had torn all his clothes, touched him from head to toe, and searched every inch of his body, and was carefully examining it.

Could it be that this dragon has to check the quality of the meat before it goes down, and it has to search for something that is toothy before swallowing the clothes raw?

A cold wind blew, and the wizard shivered and covered his torn clothes, and he watched the white dragon dig out his spell book in a pile of clutter, habitually trying to stop:

"Wait!"

The white dragon glanced at the wizard, and the wizard shivered coldly - he secretly cursed his stupidity, these things can attract the attention of this dragon for a while, and he can live a little longer, it has come to this point, what is a spell book?

......

"Can you read it?"

The white dragon and the three-body research group connected to the vision frowned together and read the spell book, and asked the same question to each other, and the answer was the same: "......"

The white dragon silently closed the spell book, the unfamiliar letters on it told him that it was a special language for special specialties, he put away the spell book, and walked in front of the wizard again.

The wizard gasped with his mouth open, his eyes wide as he stared at the white dragon, completely unable to understand what the white dragon had read from his spell book.

The white dragon's claws pressed against the wizard's head, and there was a sharp pain around Jonker's head, and he felt that the four dragon claws were clutching his head tightly.

He watched in horror as the white dragon looked down at his red eyes, completely unaware of what awaited him.

He began to be a little confused, because he suddenly realized that the white dragon's behavior pattern was a little strange.

......

“...... Sorcerer. The white dragon slowly opened his mouth and said in a jerky lingua franca, "You are ...... Wizard?"

Jonker's eyes widened, and his fear dispelled for a moment of shock, and he shuddered and opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

A white dragon that speaks before cannibalism! And it's a lingua franca without grammatical errors!

"This ...... Book...... The language is ...... What?" the white dragon reached out with his other paw for the spell book.

The brain short circuit made Jonker unresponsive for a moment, until the white dragon tightened his claw a little tightened on his head:

"Quick...... Answer, no...... Reply...... I...... Hard...... Your brain ...... Remnant. ”

"That's a script! It's impossible to master a script, it's impossible to learn it for a long time!Shona is on it!Let's talk!Don't eat me! If you want to know what they mean, I'll tell you!" The pain stirred up Jonker's spirit, and he burst into an unprecedentedly alert spirit, and at the same time a great deal of hope burned in his breast.

Being able to communicate means that if you deal with it properly, you can greatly prolong your life, even if you escape the ascension!

He replied tremblingly, looking at the white dragon's expression with hope—even if he couldn't read it.

At the same time, he looked at his spell book and the small pile of spell casting materials not far away, and he remembered that he had prepared a few spells, and as long as they were used at the right time, there was no possibility of running away.

The white dragon is the stupidest dragon, as long as he can communicate, he will definitely have a chance to deceive him.

Looking into the eyes of the white dragon, the hope of life gave Jonker infinite courage, and he kept cheering himself up.

He saw that the white dragon seemed to think about it, and then stuffed the spell book back somewhere on his body, and it wrote a magic letter on the snow that he had copied from the book: "Pronoun......ce! Meaning!"

"Bilak - to say, means 'to say'. Jonk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the magic text of the spell book really caught the attention of this terrible dragon, but a dragon would be interested in the magic text?

He felt more and more strange, and as the white dragon continued to rub the snow and write more spellbooks for him to translate, Jonk began to think that his ridiculous idea might be true: the dragon was really learning magic from him.

Thirty words later, seeing the latest words written by Bai Long, Jonker, who had just read out the translation, instantly realized something, and half of his head suddenly burst out in a cold sweat.

This word has just appeared, and it is the third word written by Bailong.