The villagers who watched the excitement screamed in surprise, and then burst into warm applause, and under the command of Zoya's eyes, the rest of the circus squeezed in with singing and dancing, and began another round of singing and dancing carnival.

Fayl pulled Dearrando back to the carriage and, as soon as he stood firm, lifted his foot and kicked Deirrando out of the carriage. Dearlando, who was already a little drunk, kicked his foot without any embankment, and happened to be holding the large wine barrel, so he lost his center of gravity and flipped out of the carriage.

With a thud, Dearlando slammed into the ground, and the barrel cracked, splashing his face. However, because of this shock, he finally regained a little consciousness and found that he had lost self-control in eating and drinking.

"I think I'm in big trouble......" Diarlandor didn't get up, but just lay on the ground, wiped a handful of ale from his face, and sighed. This was the second time in a day that it was out of control, and like in the morning, it was sudden and inadvertently lost the ability to self-restraint.

"Yes, I'm in big trouble......" Fayle sat down on the wheels in frustration, his voice so small that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"What's the problem?" Unexpectedly, Diarlando still heard it, and immediately turned over and sat up, looked Fayle up and down and asked, "Can't you digest the magic after eating too much?"

Fayer reflexively wanted to cover it up, but after thinking about it again, it was better to say this matter earlier, maybe he could find a way to save it. The mage pondered for a moment, explaining his current predicament in the most favorable way for himself.

"As I told you before, when I was in Bran, we were all supervised by the Royal Sword Bearer. Because of my special physique, I have been directly under the jurisdiction of Fei Karen since I was a child, on the one hand, I have learned a lot from him, and on the other hand, I have been his experimental field since I was a child. He has always had control over me. ”

"Doesn't that mean you could be regained control by him at any moment?" Dearlando got up from the ground, patted the dust uselessly, and then scratched at his drunken hair in annoyance.

"It's not such an exaggeration, I lost a lot of blood since I was seriously injured last time, and his influence on me has already been weakened, plus he later signed a servant contract with the Starlight Dragon, so he can't directly control me or curse me now. But after absorbing the magic of the Red Warty Dragon, I found that he had re-established an influence on my consciousness. ”

"What is consciousness influence?"

The mage flicked his sleeves irritably, not knowing how to explain. He nervously tugged at the frame of the carriage and continued: "I can't describe it completely...... You may feel that someone is whispering in your ear, and you may inadvertently take it as your own thoughts. Maybe your sleep will appear in his shadow, or the shadow of someone you are familiar with, but they will guide your thinking in seemingly ordinary conversations. ”

"He will appear on the water, in the mirror, anywhere the light can be reflected. He will come out of nowhere when you are awake, when you are tired, when you are resting...... After a long time, you will not be able to tell what thoughts are your own and what he has to tell you. And then you'll fall into his weaving haode trap before you know it!"

Diarlando clasped his hands, leaned against the ancient hazel tree, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "What did he say to you?"

"What?"

"Come on! He must have said something, or you wouldn't have found out so soon. Dearlando waved his hand and told Fayer not to try to hide it.

The mage lowered his eyes and stared at a small stone in front of the wheel, as if there was something special about the ordinary stone.

He said that Bran's tragedy was caused by the Starlight Dragon, because it was it that sealed Bran and made us worse than dead. Fayer knew what Federen was referring to, and he couldn't help but want to throw it at the guy in front of him. If it were Diarlando, what would you do in that situation?

"Nonsense! It's a reversal of black and white, and although the Starlight Dragon has blocked Bran, isn't the Dragon King the one who did those heinous and cruel crimes?" Deirlandor flatly refuted Fayle's claim.

"Knowing that lions eat people, and still putting lions and people in the same cage, how is this kind of behavior different from the murderer?" Fayle immediately retorted.

Diarlando spun around angrily, thinking about how to counter such accusations: "...... If you don't lock up the Demon Dragon King, more people will suffer! You haven't seen the battlefield back then, it's not a war that humans can afford at all. When such a dragon goes to war, no matter who wins or loses, the entire shijie will be scorched earth. Enclosing the space is a last resort, and if he could, Ryses would not have sacrificed so many people. ”

Fayle sneered, "Haha, that means the great Starlight Dragon feels that we should be sacrificed in order to save those other, more valuable lives?"

"No one says who deserves to be sacrificed!We don't know what it was like, maybe it was when the Dragon King was there......" Speaking of Zuihou, Dierlando's voice disappeared into thin air, and he couldn't attribute the miserable millennia of the Brans to their natural bad luck.

"Damn!" Diarlando suddenly turned around and punched the hazel tree next to him, making a hole in the tree that could almost be pierced. Fortunately, the tree was as thick as three people hugging each other, so it didn't break because of the blow. Countless leaves fell as if it were raining, and a large pile of cyan hazelnuts that had just been in place for a short time were mixed in with the leaves and crackled on the ground.

Fayer watched Diarlando spin around in front like a trapped beast, and he didn't know that Weishenme felt a little better in his heart, at least this guy didn't say anything about fate.

"Master, boss...... Are you all right?" Achille's voice came cautiously from the side, and the boy who had been arranged by Zoya to follow him didn't dare to approach just now, but just watched from afar. But seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them had become so tense, he still mustered up the courage to come over, after all, Diarlando and Fayer were very good to him, maybe he could ease up.

"It's alright!" the two men replied to Achille in unison.

Diarlando took a long breath, then spit it out, controlled his emotions, and waved his hand to the young man: "You stay away, let's discuss some serious issues, don't worry that we won't fight." ”

Fayl directly picked up his hand and turned Achille away with a cold look. The young man wailed in his heart, "What the hell is going on!" and turned away helplessly, looking strange and pitiful with his head down.

Diarlando saw Achille walk away before he spoke again, his voice was not loud, but it was very sincere: "Fayir, what happened before, I can't change anything. But like I said, as long as I have enough liliang, I'm going to try to protect everyone, whether it's Turanda's or Bran's. If someone has made a mistake or left a regret in the past, then I will try my best to make up for it and fix it. ”

"Yes!・If ・Your Liliang is enough. Fayle snorted disdainfully. "Do you think you and your dragon will be able to get enough liliang for a long time to suppress Reses's instincts, keep it from feeding, be afraid of the source of its energy, and impose some unrealistic moral standards on the dragon!"

"I never miss any opportunity to improve my liliang, even if it seems unfair to you. Because I know that when a crisis strikes, only I can survive if I am strong. The mage said excitedly, waving his arms.

"And you! To this day, you still fantasize that you can win this war with both innocent hands! The enemy is stronger than you, more despicable than you, and more numerous than you, and they can do anything without a bottom line for their beliefs and desires. Tell me, with your current consciousness, do you have a chance of winning?"

Diarrando was silent, shrouded in the shadow of the carriage, only his eyes reflected a little distant firelight, as if it were just a humanoid silhouette in a tree. The sound of celebration echoed between the two men not far away, and it was not until Fayle was about to think he had won the debate that Deirlando's tired voice resounded.

"Do you know how many times I had the urge to pierce the head of everyone I saw with a sword after Ryses swallowed Home's soul, and then snatch their souls?"

"Do you know how much I want to swallow you up when I see you, this abundant, dazzling, fresh source of energy, and there is nothing left of you?"

Fair was about to say you're threatening me, but the dragon's eyes that shimmered in the darkness made him stiff and unable to even vibrate his vocal cords.

“...... Ryeth is getting stronger day by day, and its desires are getting stronger day by day. Beasts that have tasted human blood must be killed, or they will eat people again and again. But what can you do with dragons, and what can I do?"

Diarlando slid down the trunk of the tree to the ground, resting his forehead lightly on his knee, Fayle had never heard his voice so bitter.

"Do you know how glad I've lost control twice, once just by smearing dust on your face, and once by sweeping someone's table?"