Zoya chuckled and threw something over. Dill didn't even look at it, and reached out to catch it accurately. It was a black wooden box, and there was a sound when it shook it. As soon as it was opened, a golden thing rolled out and rolled down his chest to his stomach.

"What is this?" the young man flicked the thing and turned to Zoya. Zoya pretended to be angry and replied: "This is the prize of the big stomach king competition you went to participate in! Let you do propaganda and attract the mayor, don't you know what it means to be low-key?"

The young dragon, which had been perched on the young man's shoulder, was attracted by the golden thing, crawled over and sniffed it with his nose.

It was a golden potato about the size of a real potato, but it was hollow, about the weight of five standard gold coins, with the inscription Miss Winnie in flowers, and a small piece of vine and leaf carved out of relief at the bottom of the letter.

Of course, the grander and more exaggerated, the better...... Oops...... You can't eat this!" The young man suddenly cried out, and after sniffing it, the young dragon who had been lazy suddenly took a bite of it, and at once bit a big hole in the potato.

The young man stood and snatched the potatoes, and Ryses let out a low snoring in dissatisfaction as he rolled from his stomach to his thighs as he moved.

"It's not that I won't give it to you, it's that I can't eat it now!What if the mayor looks back and wants to see it?, how about we give you something to eat when we leave here?" the young man sneered and scratched Ryseth's chin a few times with his fingers. The young dragon seemed to reluctantly accept this condition, and chewed and swallowed the gold that had been swallowed in his mouth.

“...... Well, I have to say, none of us can afford to feed this dragon like this. Zoya shook her head and spoke helplessly.

"If you can't raise it, you'll be hungry~ as long as you don't exceed the limit. I don't know when Fayle will come back to see what he has gained in the city, it has been a long time since he has encountered such a rich city. ”

Dill looked at the golden potatoes with a large hole, and then pinched and pinched them with his fingers, pulling the gold from the edge of the hole into the middle as much as he could. Realizing that this bite was really not small, I had to look up at Zoya and say, "I need a small gold coin......"

Zoya pursed her lips and smiled, took out a gold coin from her body and threw it to him far away. Dill took the gold coin and pinched it a few times to make it into a thin piece of gold, and Zuihou reluctantly managed to close the hole. He put the golden potatoes back in the box, then raised his hand and threw them into the carriage beside him, and then fell down and lay down again.

"Dearlando, don't always use my carriage as a garbage dump. Suddenly, a figure came out of front of the carriage with a large puff of smoke, and as he spoke, he took out the box that had been thrown in it and smashed it back into the hammock.

The young man stretched out his hand and easily took the box again, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Fayle, why are you leaking your mouth again, please remember that I am now the wandering mercenary Deir Lando, not Diarlandor Birmington. ”

The man who appeared out of thin air, covered from head to toe in his robe, lifted the hood from his head, revealing a white, blue face, shoulder-length hair of a misty gray, not only hair, but also his eyebrows, eyelashes, and eyes. If you see it in the middle of the night, you will inevitably be frightened, and you will think that it is some kind of ghost.

However, the vivid expression on Fayle's face at this moment will definitely not make you mistake him for a ghost, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Someone has split his name in half, thinking that he can hide it from the world and use it as a pseudonym? Who do you think you have deceived?"

"I~" The young man pointed triumphantly to himself and answered the first question.

"I!" Zoya pointed to himself cooperatively, answering the second question.

Fayle was choked up for a moment, angrily took out a round box the size of a white palm from his wide sleeve and smashed it at the smiling young man in the hammock, then turned his head and climbed into his carriage, and closed the curtain fiercely.

"Hee-hee, he looks much more comfortable with such an expression than before, otherwise I always feel that there is a ghost in my group. Zoya crossed her waist, gently shook the small fan, and said teasingly, not afraid of being heard by Fayle.

"yes, it used to be lifeless, how ......good it is now" A small fireball, suddenly flew out of the other end of the carriage, circled around and smashed into the hammock rope tied to the trunk, and with a snap, the hammock fell.

Fortunately, Dierlando was in good shape, and immediately turned over and jumped, and then walked to the other hammock without hurrying, jumped up, and continued to lie flat.

He opened the white box that Fayl had thrown over, and it was covered with something like white silk cotton, and now in the middle of the silk cotton lay more than two dozen fingertip beads. It's a bit like pearls, but the difference is that those beads glow slightly, much brighter and more beautiful than the luster of pearls, the kind that was just given to the young dragon.

It seems that the mayor has a lot of gems in his house, and he can actually collect so many pure magic crystals with the star box. Come on, it's time for you to go back to sleep. The young man, whose real name was Dillando, picked up the young dragon that was clutching his clothes as he was moving, and threw it into the box.

Reses immediately pounced on the glowing beads and gulped them down. After eating, it sprayed a small fireball, made a satisfied snoring sound, closed its eyes of different colors, and fell asleep in the white silk cotton.

Dearlando and Zoya sighed in unison as they watched the little thing fall into a deep slumber. Diarlando silently covered the box, put it in a bag that fit snugly around his waist, and then spoke: "Thank you for your willingness to help." ”

Zoya saw that he put away the young dragon, and then walked to his side with confidence, and said with a considerate and gentle smile: "To help you is to help all of us, I am just doing my small part." It takes a lot of effort to perform in the evening, so you can recharge your energy and take a break. ”

"Haha, I feel like I'm like a pig now, eating, sleeping, sleeping, eating. Dearrando yawned, as if he was genuinely feeling tired. His body and mind are connected to the young dragon, and the state of the young dragon will directly affect his reactions.

"Come on, if you move around and consume energy, you will only get hungry faster, where can I find so many gold jewels to feed ......" Before the words fell, the person in front of him had fallen into a deep sleep, Zoya smiled, and quietly shook her fan and walked towards her carriage.

When Zoya walked away, the curtain of the carriage that was originally drawn suddenly opened silently. Fayle's gloomy face appeared in the shadows, he was clutching something in his right hand, and his face was uncertain, as if he was thinking about something.

The June sun shines through the layers of leaves, forming dappled spots of light that cast on the forest floor. Diarlando was asleep at the moment, his face quiet and peaceful, as if he had slept in the safest place. But Fayle knows that these are all illusions, and when you think he's really defenseless and ready to strike, he'll wake up grinning and knock you to the ground.

Fayle quietly lowered the curtain, and today he found something very interesting in the mayor's house. However, now is not the best time to use it, he will not act rashly like the previous times, this time he must find the right time.

A slight tingling sensation swept across his chest, and Fayle unbuttoned his collar and looked at the golden mark of the faintly glowing star on his chest. It was because of this mark that his dignified archmage wanted to infiltrate the homes of the rich nobles like a thief, stealing the energy of the gems to feed the damned dragon.

And that "dragon", which is a lizard no matter how you look at it, still holds the power of life and death, and is its own master! Every time he thinks of this, Fayle is depressed. The mark on his chest seemed to sense his rebellion, and the pain was hot, and Fayl quickly took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

The pain finally subsided, leaving only a slight prickly sensation, and Fayle spread his hand, a small fruit lying in the palm of his hand. He twisted the half-egg-sized fruit with three fingers, and examined it carefully with the help of the dim magical light source in the carriage. Thin threads of magic flowed like mercury under the brown peel under the light source. The mage nodded, took out a wooden box in the multi-compartment box next to him, put the fruit in, and carefully stored it.

After a while, he heard some small movements outside, lifted a little curtain and looked, and realized that all kinds of animals had come to deliver food. Beneath Diarlando's hammock had become a hill of all sorts of fresh fruits, edible flowers, young leaves, and rhizomes. Thanks to Goddess Mona, there was no bear to send the hive this time. The last bee riot made many people startled by the sudden swarm of bees.

A wolf, which rarely appears in the daytime, escaped from the depths of the woods with a fat pheasant that had just been bitten to death. Because of the presence of wolves, several foxes that were originally under the hammock of Dearlando immediately dropped a few eggs, quickly climbed the surrounding trees, and fled in all directions.

Fayle looked at the rather large wolf, put down his food, and then very naturally returned to the forest, unconsciously focusing on the man in the hammock. The man in the hammock turned over, half of his face was pressed into the cloth, a little twisted and deformed, his hands and feet hung out from the side, and he slept without an image, and he could not see that he was noble.

Yes, of noble birth......

Although the name Diarlando is not common, most people don't pay much attention to it when they hear it. But the surname Birmington is different, it is the surname of the members of the royal family of Turanda, even ordinary people know it.

Fayer had dealt with Deirandor when he had arrived in Turanda as a spy two years earlier, when Deirrando was pretending to be a biological expert at the Royal Research Institute and mingling with a team of scouts. It wasn't until a magic explosion that Fair realized that he was the important sacrifice in the mouth of the Dragon King.

From that time on, Fayle thought that this man was a freak, and as the son of a king, he did not look like a nobleman at all, and liked to risk his life.

More than a month ago, while catching thieves stealing circus supplies, Fayer caught a pair of orphans, Achille and Luna. He discovers that the boy is hiding a dying dragon egg. Originally, he wanted to have a dragon egg to improve his magic power, but he didn't expect that the dragon egg also had Deirlando's soul attached to it. Under the dragon's power, Fayl was forced to sign an unequal treaty, and since then he has been reduced to a servant of the young dragon.

Not only do you have to spend magic to help the dragon eggs hatch, but you also have to steal gems and energy everywhere to feed the dragon master after the young dragon hatches. What's worse is that this deal buy one get one free, and Deirlando, who was reborn together, didn't leave, and simply joined the circus, and it seemed that this person was sure of himself.

This troublesome young dragon likes only to eat gems and precious metals and pure energy, and may even eat people when hungry. On the first day that Reeth hatched, he had gone crazy with hunger, and Fayl felt that his mind must not be clear at that time, and he was actually gnawed by the young dragon in order to protect the other members of the group.

This harrowing experience cost him two gemstone rings, as well as two fingers on his left hand. Fortunately, while Dearrando was daoqian, he asked the young dragon to spit out Fayer's finger and reattach it (the ring didn't have it!), otherwise Fayl would only have to use eight fingers to cast spells in the future, and I don't know how much the accuracy will drop.

Fayer does not understand that Weishenme Dierlandor does not go home to raise dragons. He is the prince of the country, and the young dragon is also the guardian dragon of the country, so it is reasonable to use the treasury and even collect the jewels and gold of the whole country to feed the dragon?

It's so stupid!