"Huh?" Shirakawa turned into a human form, looking Sieve up and down.

The elven girl fell into a stupor, and she was extremely shocked that this ferocious white dragon was not as big as herself after turning into a human form.

"Hmm?" Bai Long looked at Sif's expression, and suddenly realized that he didn't turn the scales into clothes this time but hid them under the skin, he casually conjured up a black robe and put it on his body, and then coughed: "What are you still stunned for? ”

"Out of ...... Go out?" Sif's heart skipped a beat, and she was even more stunned: "Dragon, Mr. Long, you said you want to go out?"

"Whew!" the White River Monster shouted, "If you are told to prepare, you will prepare, where is so much nonsense!"

"Ahh......h Wait a minute.

Seve patted her head, and suddenly realized that Bai He's angry appearance just now was not terrible at all.

She smiled strangely, as if to hide the embarrassment in her heart.

But that look, is his real age, or is it a deformation and disguise?

Sif, who doesn't know much about dragon physiology, has a question mark in her head, and after thinking about it, she feels that camouflage is impossible, after all, this dragon is so perverted, how can she deliberately conjure up this form that can't do more?

Her face turned strangely red, a cough came from behind her, and she turned around with a spirit, and saw Bai He standing beside her, with a displeased expression: "You, have you been squatting here?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Long. Sifu kept apologizing in fright: "But Mr. Long, what should I prepare?"

"I don't even know what to prepare!" Shirakawa angrily stretched out his claws and grabbed at Sifu fiercely, "How did you become a maid?!"

"Woo——" Seve huddled in the corner with her chest in her arms, tears trembling in the corners of her eyes.

"Whew. After bullying the maid, Bai He's depressed mood eased slightly, and he began to think about how he could get what he wanted.

Thinking about it, he suddenly discovered the painful fact that he knew nothing about the business and political environment of the Northland.

Although there are some descriptions of the Bitter Cold Lands in the spell materials of the big bald head, most of them are about magic.

The white dragon frowned and pondered, and suddenly, he thought that he actually had a familiar place in the Northland.

His perverted memory ability quickly recalls something, and now it has only been less than four years, and that guy is the son of the city lord and has a private garden, isn't it the upper echelons of society?

The elf girl seemed to suddenly open her mind, she prepared a space bag filled with some jewelry and food, and walked over: "Mr. Long, do you want to prepare anything else?"

"No, no. Shirakawa squinted at Seve and began to stroke his chin.

"Dragon...... Mr. Long, what else do you need?" asked Seve with some trepidation.

"One dominates humanity. The white dragon snapped his fingers, and the elf girl was stunned for a moment, and then her mind fell into a trance.

......

Ever since Baron Valage's eldest son, Jonker, graduated from the Northland Mage Alliance, the atmosphere at Valage Manor has been strange.

It is well known that Baron Valech did not like his eldest son, and from an early age this young master Jonk showed a cowardly character. The Baron, on the other hand, is a famous warrior in the Northlands, who has repelled the invasion of the Frost Giants several times, and is even more famous for single-handedly repelling a white dragon that attacked a village.

The eldest son of his wife's dystocia was too weak to practice martial arts, this was a trivial matter, with the baron's financial resources and power, it was not difficult to find a better way to let his children have power, but then he was very disappointed, first of all, several gilded acts not only failed, but also made big jokes in a row, and finally he didn't even dare to take risks, just squatted in the mentor's research institute to concentrate on squatting at home, when the nickname 'timid Jonk' spread to Ice Rainbow City, Baron Varech drank alone for several days in a row.

When Baron Valage's new lady became pregnant, everyone in Rainbow City knew that the baron's succession was going to be in trouble, and the baron, who was in his early forties, was in the prime of life and could afford to wait for a second heir.

Those who knew the situation did not regard Young Master Jonk as a person who could cause unrest, after all, his man was just like his nickname, and he stayed in his little manor all day long, planting flowers and reading strange books from everywhere, and his hobby was to keep a diary.

Jonk Valage is writing a diary full of grotesque stories and rumors – he's become a famous horror story writer in the Northland.

His stories are full of darkness and cruelty, and if the psychiatric experts of this world analyze the temperament of Young Master Jonk through these works, they will probably come to a completely different answer from those above who think that this young master is 'cowardly' and 'peaceful'.

Jonker Valech was filled with resentment, and every midnight he would wake up from his sleep and recall the dozen days and nights of his horror.

He was full of rejoicing, he had survived after all, and the resentment was directed at the others, and he knew that the reason why he had completely lost his father's favor was not because of cowardice or something. It was because the guidance was known to many people in the upper echelons of the Duchy that Baron Varech had spent a lot of political resources to suppress the impact of this matter, and now most people in the Duchy think that what happened to Jonk Varech on the Great Glacier was a joke. However, the people in the upper echelons of the principality are clear about this matter, and the political future of the party Jonk can be imagined.

In this country, it is undoubtedly politically correct to be hostile to the frost giants and white dragons of the Great Glacier.

"Why?" Jonk Varech red-eyed, "Why, why am I so unlucky, why would it be me who appeared on the Great Glacier at that time?"

He felt sorry for himself, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, got out of bed and was about to go to the bathroom, when he walked to the staircase and suddenly startled.

His old servant appeared quietly at the top of the staircase, motionless like a ghost, holding a candle in his hand, the faint white flame of which was like a ghostly fire.

"Laddie. Jonk was startled and almost fell to the ground: "What are you doing standing here?"

"Young master, there are guests outside. The old servant bowed his head and said in a flat voice.

"Will there be guests here?" Jonk was surprised: "Laddie, you never tricked me, who would come here in the middle of the night?"

"The guest appeared at Sumire Garden, just to ask to see the young master. ”

"Sumire Garden, hell! I said no one was allowed to be there. Jonk roared with red eyes, for various reasons, that place had now become a taboo for him.

"But the guests have already arrived, young master. The old servant took half a step forward, raised his head, and a pair of lifeless eyes appeared in the light of the white candle flame: "You should go down to see him." ”

"Seduce humans! You've fallen for seducing humans!" The old servant's expression was like that of a ghost in a horror story, and Jonker instantly fell to the ground in fright, and he crawled back to the bedroom with a rolling and peeing flow, while the old servant walked behind him with slow steps, muttering 'Young Master, you should go down', while staggering towards the room with a fixed frequency of steps.

"Unenchant me!" Jonk Valech found the spell book and released a light loudly, the old servant stiffly fell to the ground, Jonk Varech fell to the ground and gasped for breath, years of seclusion had made his torso thin and his skin pale, and there were big dark circles under his eyes, and he felt a little overdrawn by making these few movements.

Who, who is going to harm me?

He gasped, the sweat in his palms making the spell book slightly wet.

yes, that bitch...... It has to be that bitch......

Jonk Varech's breathing suddenly became more rapid, he didn't realize that this explanation was not unusually reliable, he just subconsciously found an explanation for the predicament he was experiencing.

The old bitch couldn't wait and wanted to finish him off early to clear the way for the wild seed in his belly.

No, I need to get out of here, I can't sit still.

Jonker walked to the staircase with a blank gaze, and then turned back to the room, he pushed open the window and tried to jump out, but a terrifying tentacle came through the window, and he retreated to the second floor hall with a wild scream, and more servants with open eyes appeared from the staircase and the doors of the various passages, including his favorite bed warmer, who also shouted as if in a dream, along with all those who appeared in the hall:

"Young master, there are guests asking to see. ”

"Ah——h

"Give me all death!" he shouted with red eyes, and the blazing flames exploded in the center of the hall, and everything was instantly reduced to nothingness.

Jonk didn't feel what he expected - the fireball exploded at close range, his body was torn apart by the air waves and heat, and his entire body was burned, but instead he was all comfortable, as if the person who had lost his strength had been rested.

Is this what it feels like to die?

Jonk Varech suddenly felt that something was wrong, he opened his eyes, and the brimstone lay quietly in the palm of his hand, the hall was still a hall, and the snoring of the servants wafted from the rooms—and the sound of her mistress from the bed warmer.

None of this caught his attention, and his eyes instantly focused on the staircase, where the old servant Laddy came out, where a white-haired and red-eyed child with a female snow elf appeared with a playful and mocking expression:

"It's so angry to say hello, I haven't seen you for a few years, and this wizard master's temper is good. ”

"Who are you?" Jonker's eyelids jumped twice, he took a deep breath, and clenched the spellbook tightly, he was sure he didn't know the strange-looking child, but his instincts gave him a sense of déjà vu.

"Yo, sad, this has forgotten me, how many years have passed?" the child laughed, a pair of red eyes suddenly seemed to release a heart-warming gaze, the world in front of Jonker's eyes changed again, the second floor of the calm small building became a tentacle ghost domain in an instant, and the white-haired little boy also changed his appearance, when Jonk Varech saw this huge white creature instantly realized everything, strong horror grabbed his heart, he screamed and retreated, and the amazing high-pitched voice shook the entire attic.

"Now, do you think of me?" asked the white dragon.