"So your dragon gave you an alchemy item?" Clarence's voice dissipated in the wind on the dragon's back, and Eli had to raise his staff to give him a windproof spell - the same one that the Curtis master had given him earlier.

"Seriously, I knew dragons were powerful, but I didn't think dragons would give gifts to their owners."

Eli corrected, "I am not its owner, but it saw me at first sight when it broke its shell, so it took me for its father." ”

Who would have thought that dragons, a fantasy species that have nothing to do with birds except their wings, would also have imprint behavior.

Clarence imagined the huge difference in size and strength between father and son, and reluctantly replied, "Narez is really quite filial." ”

Eli didn't know what to say about this complaint for a while, and after a few days of not seeing Clarence to study the art of language? How can you say something so hard to refute and full of sarcasm?

Quite dutiful, Ryz properly put his old father and his friend in a deserted place on the outskirts of the Dragon's Back Valley, flapped his wings and flew away to continue to fight for territory somewhere.

Eli pulled out a delicate lamp from the bag he was carrying, which was one of the birthday gifts from the Curtis family this year, and it was said that it was mixed with a powder with the smell of high-grade magical beasts, which could drive away most magical beasts. Eli lit it with a flint and looked at Clarence with a face on the side.

Where did the problem of being nervous and not allowing people to enter?

Eli genuinely suspected that Clarence would faint with excitement when he entered the dwarven tribe.

Francis's snow season hadn't yet arrived, and they walked deep and shallow through the woods, their boots crunching on the thick snow.

Maybe the Curtis family's lamps were very useful, or maybe they were lucky enough to see a dwarf crouching under a cedar tree in the distance, and they didn't encounter a monster on the road.

"Uncle Frank!" Eli shouted happily.

Uncle Frank saw two children in the distance, one tall and one short, and he put the nuts in his hand at the feet of the gray-haired squirrel, and gently touched the squirrel's cheeks before standing up on his knees.

"I heard you had your birthday a while ago." Uncle Frank touched Eli's head, "Do you have any birthday present you want?" ”

Eli wonders: how did Uncle Frank know about his birthday?

Suppressing the mixed thoughts in his heart, Eli replied, "As long as it is given by Uncle Frank, I like it!" ”

Uncle Frank, who was a little amused, suddenly bent down and picked up the squirrel on the ground that was eating nuts with his two paws and stuffed it to Eli: "Then I'll give it to you."

Suddenly shifted and suddenly stuffed with an animal, Eli and the squirrel looked at each other, and after a while, the gray-haired squirrel hesitated to put a spiky nut into Eli's palm.

Uncle Frank laughed, and even the nervous Clarence couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth.

Eli was sandwiched between the two men, cautiously following in the footsteps of Uncle Frank's uncle. As they passed a near-vertical slope, Eli suddenly felt a loosen of his feet, and a sense of imbalance followed.

When it was over, Eli subconsciously clenched his fists, and the vines on his wrists sensed the crisis and suddenly began to swim.

However, the expected touch of the body touching the slope did not come, and a pair of hands wrapped around Eli's waist accurately, stopping him from sliding in time.

It was Clarence, gasping for breath, apparently taken aback by the sudden situation. With this he dragged Eli a little further off the slope.

"Thank you, Clarence." Eli was still a little apprehensive. It happened suddenly, and it was impossible for him to use the teleportation card in front of Uncle Frank, and if it weren't for Clarence's quick reaction, he probably would have to get out of here.

"I'm curious how you came to Dragonspine Valley before and went back with all your beards and tails." Clarence complained angrily, and he couldn't help but take Eli's hand through the glove, "Thanks to you, I'm not so nervous now." ”

Uncle Frank heard their movements, and his expression softened for a moment: although humans are annoying, human cubs are not bad.

Uncle Frank led them over a mountain stream and around a dangerous cliff, and the dwarven tribe surrounded by rocks and stakes finally appeared before them.

The dwarven tribe has taken up a lot of territory with its backdrop to a gray-brown mountain, extending outward from the mouth of a huge cave and following the stream. The low cabins were scattered haphazardly around the tribal grounds, and the dwarves walked and talked with hammers, and the sound of tinkling could be heard from the innermost caves.

A dwarf saw them sharp-eyed, and he raised his chin and greeted in a loud voice: "Hey! Frank. ”

Uncle Frank greeted him.

Arriving at the longing dwarven tribe, Clarence saw the neat wall of golden corn stacked at the entrance of the cave before feeling nervous and excited.

Isn't the corn produced by Eli, who is currently only sold to the outside world for processing cornstarch? How can there be a complete corn cob in a dwarven tribe? Could it be that the corn that Eli gave in the first place came from the Dragon's Back Valley?

He thought so and asked.

"I don't dare bring you here to steal just because you're on good terms with a few dwarves—ah no, study." Eli blinked his right eye, as light as a butterfly flapping its wings, "You have to pay a little tuition fee to learn other people's unique skills." ”

It is unknown why the dwarven tribe quietly migrated to the dangerous Dragon's Back Valley, but after several encounters with the dwarves, Eli was able to conclude that they were forced to migrate. Even the migration was a bit hasty, at least everyone only brought a little dry food with them.

What is there to eat in the Dragonspine Valley? There are no more except monsters and fruits.

After quietly observing for a while, Eli went to the tribal patriarch alone and offered to give some seeds to the dwarven tribe.

For the first time, the patriarch took a serious look at the human cub he had always overlooked. Dwarves are misanthropic and tolerant of cubs, but there are only a few who can reciprocate kindness like Frank. Their tribe was less than thirty-five dwarves, and at least more than half of them harbored ill will towards Eli.

Eli, however, ignores all of this, and every once in a while he comes to play with the dwarves with whom he has a better relationship.

"What do you want by offering something that is very important to us?"

The child, who was a little shorter than the dwarf, replied with a face, "I have a good friend who is very fond of casting, and if I give you another piece of important news, would you be able to let him come and observe and learn?" ”

The dwarven casting skills were never passed on, and the patriarch opened his mouth to refuse, but fell silent after hearing the news.

"I need to think about it." Said the patriarch.

The result of consideration has been very obvious, after all, I am already standing at the door of the tribe who is going to observe and study.

"The tuition fees have already been paid, you must use your talent to conquer them, okay?"

Eli stood on tiptoe and patted Clarence on the shoulder, exclaiming in his heart: Ah, this damn poor old father is frugal enough to send his son to a high-priced cram school.

A sound of breaking through the air interrupted the old father's earnest exhortation before his son entered school, and Eli's eyes lit up, and before he could pick up his magic staff, Clarence drew his saber at his waist and slammed the incoming arrow into the snow.

"Wow," Eli sighed sincerely and uncharacteristically, "so in the past few days that we haven't met, have you studied not only the art of language, but also the art of swordsmanship?" ”

"Cecilia has been back from the Guards for a few days."

Cecilia is the eldest lady of the Lopu family.

Clarence stood in front of Eli silently, and he looked warily at the dwarves on the watchtower who were once again full of bowstrings. Eli noticed that the big-nosed dwarf's ears were pointed.

"Parry! What are you doing? Uncle Frank angrily rushed forward, "You actually shot arrows at two cubs!" ”

"Cubs?" The sharp-eared dwarf's face contorted into a high-pitched cry, "They are greedy, vile humans, humans who are trying to steal the supreme casting technology of the dwarves!" If you are deceived by this filthy human, then it is up to me to put an end to him! ”