Sensing the message from Lori Ortega that the mission was complete, Ron nodded with satisfaction.

How could he let a dragon with an element of instability leave normally.

Even if it is just a "sick dragon", and it is suspected that he has been brainwashed successfully, Ron is still not ready to let go of the amethyst dragon Timira.

The variables in the stage play are the most annoying existence for the director.

"Hmm—it's a good day."

Ron stretched, looked at the warm artificial sunlight, and sighed with some emotion.

"So what's next"

Ron muttered,

He swung a divine light in his hand, turning into a huge golden portal in front of him.

After feeling the size of the space on the other side, Ron adjusted his body shape slightly.

This is something that must be done before teleporting, otherwise with Ron's current super giant size, it is very likely that the target teleportation building will be directly crushed or crushed.

Although he did not systematically learn various magical etiquette, Ron, who had obtained the inheritance of Shanni, could be said to have a good grasp of this kind of magical details.

The wings of the colorful dragon waved slightly, and the figure of the iridescent dragon disappeared with it.

The matter at the Dragon Tavern was almost settled, and he decided to go to the cute Moon Elf proprietress to talk about her granddaughter.

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At the same time, the central district.

Unlike the desert area, where the sun is shining 24 hours a day, the central area of the Dragon Tavern is already dark at this time.

The entire space of the Dragon Tavern is shrouded in a huge magic circle, and various environments can be adjusted through the magic circle.

This naturally includes day and night.

In a sturdy wooden house with a three-storey villa-style bar structure.

Tyrande stood in the middle of the wooden bar, concocting a glass of ice blue wine.

Tina sat across from Tyrande, pouting and her cheeks propped up with her hands.

Now she was wearing a loose white gold robe, her long platinum-blond hair was draped down, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Tina stared at the round grinding mark on the tabletop that resembled a black taiji, as if she wanted to stare it into someone's face.

Then she quietly looked up for the thirty-second time to check the time on the clock on the wall.

Well, another minute passed.

The corners of Tina's lips drooped slightly, and some of the baby's fat faces were full of unhappiness.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Her fingers kept tapping on the wooden table, as if to express her displeasure.

In response, Tyrande only smiled and did not speak.

In the corner of the wooden house are several candles, the faint light of which flickers with the flow of air, adding a touch of warmth and mystery to the whole room.

Moonlight shines through the windows on the wooden floor, creating a faint band of light that runs through the room and is reflected on the walls.

Finally, Tina couldn't help it.

"Smack!"

Tina slapped the table in anger, and the whole person lay on the table, letting out a roar.

"Ahhhh Damn Ron, he doesn't count when he talks, didn't he say he'd come to me right away! How long has it been, and has he been abducted by any dragon! ”

She grumbled at the table.

Tyrande, on the other hand, stood silently in the middle of the wooden bar, mixing wine

Looking at Tina, who was lying on the table and complaining, she couldn't help but show a faint smile on her quiet face.

"Are you in such a hurry to see him?"

The elf lady asked with a smile.

"Cai, I didn't want to see him!"

"He's a bastard who likes to release my pigeons!"

"I, I don't want to see him, I'm just afraid that he will harm the other dragons and affect the reputation of Sister Tyrande and the Dragon Tavern."

Tina's face turned red all of a sudden, obviously Jin Longniang's denial was not very credible.

Tyrande smiled slightly, and did not expose Tina's lies, but continued to brew wine

Tyrande's technique is skilful and dashing, and every movement appears light and precise.

She had now changed into her silver-white armor and was wearing a loose green robe, her long blonde hair braided into an elegant bun by thin willow branches.

The moonlight shone through the window on Tyrande's delicate and unassuming face, reflecting a mysterious glow.

She is like a beautiful epiphany, mysterious, and inadvertently revealing a bewitching fragrance.

Tyrande said softly as he prepared the liquor in his hand:

"Don't be anxious, Tina."

"You know, the good is always inadvertent."

Tyrande skillfully pours various ingredients into the shaker, gently shakes it, and the wine dances in the glass, giving off a charming aroma.

Finally, she gently placed the ice-blue goblet with starlight in front of Tina, and said with a smile:

"If you don't mind having a drink before the good arrives, I hope you'll enjoy this [Midsummer]."

In the face of the ridicule of the moon elves, Tina's originally somewhat fading redness bloomed again.

"Well, Sister Tyrande, don't talk nonsense, it's not a good thing to see him, you don't know how bad he is"

Tyrande looked at the golden dragon lady, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook.

I didn't say that Ron was about to be beautiful, and this cute little guy didn't tell himself.

Tina blushed and took the glass, looked at the ice blue and translucent wine, and then carefully took a sip.

"Hmm!"

Her eyes lit up suddenly, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face:

"It's so delicious! Sister Tyrande, you're definitely a first-day bartender in the Astral Plane! ”

Tyrande shook his head and smiled, poured himself a glass of pale yellow elf wine essence, and said:

"Just do your best, Tina. It's enough to see you like. ”

In this secluded and chic wooden house.

Tina and Tyrande quietly enjoy the wine.

The gentle moonlight shone on the table through the window, as if caressing the hearts of the two.

But this atmosphere was soon broken by a certain iridescent dragon that suddenly teleported in.

As soon as Ron flew out of the portal, he saw Tyrande and Tina shining with the silver moon in front of him.

"I don't seem to have come at the right time?"

He raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully.

"Great Colored Dragon, are you back?!"

Tina's face froze, and she looked at the familiar figure on the other side with some confusion.

Due to the size of the room, Ron had come in about the size of a normal adult, just half a head taller than Tina.

"No, you're just in time."

Tyrande was the first to react, and with a smile he pushed the red crystal wine that had been brewed beside him.

"Try it, I prepared it for you, it should taste okay."

Ron gathered his dragon wings, sat down next to Tina, took the wine glass and said with a smile:

"Yo, you're taking a five-and-a-half-year-old young dragon, I remember that you elves don't allow underage elves to drink, right?"

Tyrande shook his head and glanced meaningfully at Ron:

"The age of the soul is much more important than the body."

"Tsk."

Ron pouted and didn't say anything more.

He raised his glass and shook it gently, carefully studying the wine in his hand as pure as liquid red crystal.

His eyes reveal admiration and anticipation for the wine.

Dragons are born with a natural appreciation for any object or creature.

If it weren't for the reason of character and strength, those appraisal experts in the human world would have been collectively unemployed.

At this time, Tina finally reacted from the petrified state.

She shouted angrily, "Damn the Great Colored Dragon! Are you ignoring me! Ahhh ”

She slammed her teeth and claws on Ron's back, her mouth wide open as if she was about to gnaw on a dragon.

Ron smiled slightly, letting Tina mess around behind him to vent his frustration.

His hand held the glass steadily, not swaying for half a minute from Tina's movements.

Under Tyrande's gaze, the crimson liquor slowly flowed down the dragon's kiss to the dragon's stomach.

After drinking a glass of wine, Ron's eyes suddenly lit up.

He had no interest in wine, and always felt that it had no purpose other than a spicy throat.

However, the wine made by Tyrande was completely devoid of that choking pungency.

The soft and rich wine is like a warm stream, slipping down the throat without any unusual sensation, leaving only the mellow aroma and aftertaste of fermented oak and various fruits.

"Superb!"

Ron felt the coolness and refreshment on his tongue, and his taste buds were touched by the wine, feeling the complexity of the wine.

Reflecting on what he had just tasted, Ron's originally nonchalant eyes began to brighten.

Ron began to truly realize what Tina had said earlier, why Tyrande was able to attract so many real dragons with his unique talent for making fine wines.

This glass of wine immersed his palate and emotions in a unique realm, as if savoring a peaceful and beautiful time.

Amazing!

"The group of bards in the astral realm all say that the elves are good at winemaking, and they really live up to their reputation."

"Whether it's people or wine, it's the best quality!"

Ron unabashedly admired Tyrande's bartending skills.

"You're overrated, it's just some ordinary drinks."

The elf proprietress said modestly.

But the slight upward angle of the corners of her mouth shows that women, whether they are ten or hundreds of years old, still like to hear praise from others.

Ron smacked his lips and said with some unfinished words:

"Why don't you have another drink?"

A glass of wine actually experienced a certain state of mind, and this was the first time he had experienced such a novel experience.

Compared to the wine of the elves, what kind of swill was it that was drunk in the previous life!

Tyrande said with a slight embarrassment: "Normally, I only mix one glass of wine for one customer every day. ”

"yes, that's a shame"

Ron smiled, but didn't force it.

Although the delicacy is good, it is only used to satisfy the appetite of the tongue, so as not to embarrass the other party.

But before he could finish speaking, Tyrande went on to say:

"But if it's Ron's words, I'm willing to make an exception for you."

With that, she also winked at Ron.

Ron looked at Tyrande's flattery, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he had tasted something.

"My pleasure."

Ron gently lifted the empty glass and handed it to the plate that Tyrande had put over.

Then he patted Tina, who was lying on his back and was gnawing on the colorful mini version of the dragon's wings.

"Okay, have you eaten enough, why are you like an abyss puppy now."

"Woooooo (You bastard, you're the three-headed dog!) ）

Tina bit the dragon wing behind Ron's back and slurred something.

And put that tsundere aside.

Seeing that she still didn't let go, Ron had no choice but to pinch the clothes around the neck of the golden dragon lady and lift it to the seat next to her.

Tina, who was lifted up to the stool like a kitten, was embarrassed to pounce on it again.

"Hmph╭(╯^╰)╮!"

She shook her head, clasped her hands to her chest, and looked like she wouldn't talk to you if she didn't coax me.

"How can you be like a child."

Ron shook his head and took the wine from Tyrande at the bar.

It's still a ruddy crystal-like liquid, it's still it

The same taste, but at the moment it tastes a different artistic conception.

Ron savored the scent of the elven wine and thought to himself:

"There was less than 1 minute between the two times, and if you mix now, it's definitely not so fast, it seems that she has already thought about saying this."

Ron didn't say much about Tyrande's hints, but moved the glass with a small sip to Tina.

"Would you like some? It's delicious. ”

"Humph! I don't want to drink what's left of you! ”

Tina wanted to say so, but the aroma of the glass of wine she had never drunk before was too tempting.

And Ron's expression didn't look teasing.

"I'll just take a sip and taste it, it should be fine, right?"

Tina thought so, and her head raised in the air couldn't help but tilt towards Ron's side.

"Goo-"

Ron suddenly withdrew his glass and poured it down.

Then, he smashed his mouth, looked at the dumbfounded Tina, and said with a smile:

"It's still that easy to fool, stupid Tina."

"Ahhhh

The golden dragon lady who was teased went violent.

Tyrande looked at Ron, who was playing with Tina.

There was a hint of realization in her bright eyes.

The elven lady knew that Ron had seen her intentions in making the wine, and that Ron knew what Tina was thinking.

She smiled lightly, didn't explain, and just stared at Ron quietly.

In between "difficult resistance" to the Golden Dragon Lady's bite and claw attack.

Ron suddenly looked back at Tyrande and asked inexplicably:

"Does that glass of wine have a name?"

The Moon Elf was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted.

She smiled and gently pulled the long strand of blonde hair that fell from her forehead behind her ear.

"Its name is [Evening Sunshine]."

"yes, it's weird."

Ron carefully suppressed the feeling that Dragontail wanted to be restless, to prevent Tina, who was gnawing on it, from being jumped off a few front teeth.

Then, he turned his head and reached out to grope for something in his personal space.

"I stumbled upon this thing, and I think you're going to need it."

Soon, he threw an old-looking, but very delicate diary onto the bar.

on this.

Tyrande smiled slightly, not paying much attention to it.

She did have plans to change bosses, but Ron was just one of her favorite targets.

After all, she mainly depends on the other party's influence in Karen, which is the key to finding her granddaughter.

It's just an ordinary diary that wants a moon elf to work for it, and it's inevitable

Tyrande thought as he looked down at the wooden handmade journal.

When Tyrande saw the journal in its entirety, her mind suddenly went blank.

There were only seven words written on it in Elven script.

Kahran's Travel Diary (end of chapter)