More than two hundred feet from the manor, Diarlando motioned for Fayle to dismount. From here, the river makes a circle to the back of the estate, forming a small lake. Dearrando intended to enter the estate from the front, so he couldn't continue along the river at this moment.

Avoiding the horse lane, it is lined with farmland on both sides, with some corn and vegetables in addition to potatoes. The freshly turned fields exude a strong smell of earth, and the ground turned over shows that potatoes have just been harvested here.

The area of Longbottom Manor may be more than 1,000 square feet, the magnificent gate is more than a dozen feet wide, and there are sturdy and practical gatehouses on both sides, and many dragon sculptures are decorated on the eaves of the wall. According to the day's inquiries, Mr. Longbottom was also the largest farmer in the town, and it is said that their potatoes were the most sought-after every year, and would be snapped up by caravans from other places.

The two of them slowly approached the manor in front of them along the path in the field. A high fence encloses the building, and only the light leaking from the location of the gatehouse can be seen. Behind the rattan-patterned openwork metal gate is a long passage through a garden that leads to the main building at the back.

The two door-keeping hounds ran to Deirlando, and then suddenly retreated silently as if they had been frightened by something. Dearlando looked at the porter, and through the window and the crack in the door, he could see a rosacea man in his fifties drinking something in a daze.

Fayle raised his hand and was about to fly over the wall with his levitation technique, when Deirlandor suddenly raised his hand to stop him. "Don't use magic!" the leaking light from the porter shone on Deirlando's face, allowing Fayle to read the shape of his mouth.

"Then how do I get there?" said Fayle, bending down slightly, and asked with the same lip sync, knowing that Diarlando's shili night could also be seen clearly. Diarrando didn't speak, smiled, and tapped him on the shoulder. Fair turned around and saw that the white dragon was lying next to him at the moment, looking innocently at him with two watery eyes.

"......!!!!!" Fayl angrily cursed dozens of the most lethal swear words in Bran's in his heart, and then relied on the strong nerves cultivated by years of painstaking cultivation to not jump up and scream.

Ignoring his inner struggles, Dearlando took two steps and silently jumped over a wall about two people high. After a while, Fair felt a flower in front of him, and suddenly he was inside the wall, buried in a large bush.

"Didn't you say you couldn't use magic?" Fayle asked in a low voice, unwinding his hair tangled in the branches.

"It's not magic for me and my dragon to call each other...... It's as natural as breathing that doesn't require magic. You are the dragon's contractor, so the dragon moves with you as if it were its own scales, without the need for magic. Diarrando jumped over and hid in a bush before pulling Fair over. He felt safe around him, so he opened his mouth to explain to Fayle.

"And if you leave the dragon somewhere, will you be able to pull us over immediately......" Fayle had heard of such a law for the first time, and he couldn't help but ask, eager to learn.

"Theoretically, even if Cyrus is on the other side of the continent, I can move there with a single thought. But it's going to riot too far away from me!" said Deirlando, taking the young dragon off Fayle's shoulder, shaking it in front of Fayle's nose before closing it back into the star box on his waist despite the young dragon's grunt.

Two more watchdogs ran up, and Dearlando looked at them for a moment, then raised his hand to chase them away. "The masters lived on the third floor, and on the first floor there were only stewards and servants. Others live in the annex building in the wing. There was no vigil at night, only dogs patrolling. Diarrando gave a brief message from the dog. Fayle was already surprised, and nodded to indicate that he understood.

The two of them quietly moved along the bush towards the three-story building in the center of the manor. As soon as Fayle entered the manor, he felt the subtle tension here, and the hairs on his body seemed to stand on end. That strange magic pulsation became very strong. No wonder Dearrando prevented him from using magic, in an area with such a high concentration of magic, an alien magic fluctuation would definitely cause quite a ripple.

There are lights on the third and first floors, and there are figures swaying from time to time, and it doesn't seem safe to go in at the moment. Diarrando simply pulled Fayer around the main building and continued to sneak towards the back of the manor. The creek suddenly widened at the back of the manor, and then formed a small lake in the shape of a droplet. The back of the main building faces directly from the lake, and a long corridor runs from the main building into the lake, and there is also an ornate pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The pavilion is white and surrounded by climbing roses and honeysuckle, which are in full bloom and the scent of water vapor from the surface of the lake. But Fayle still felt something strange in the air, a bit like rust. The smell should exist in the depths of my memory, but because it was too light and mixed with floral fragrance, I couldn't remember it for a while.

"Weishenme standing here, still can't feel the source of the magic?" Deirlandor asked, confused. Even with the dragon's vision, what you see here is still densely distributed and uniform points of energy light, and you can't see where the source is.

The fluctuations on Mrs. Longbottom's body melted into the entire magic field when she entered the manor, and it seemed that there were only some traces of magic in the manor. "Can you still feel where the lady is?" Diarlando asked Fayle, who was now seeing all the mixed dots of light, unable to tell who was who.

Fayer silently pointed ahead, and Diarlando turned his head to see the door of the corridor leading to the center of the lake on the first floor suddenly opened, and the lady walked out alone without resting in the middle of the night.

“...... I want to go over and see, you give me the wind!" Seeing the slender figure of the lady holding a lamp slowly walking towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Dearlando felt the need to probe it up close, and planned to swim into the water.

Fayer is not a good swimmer and is happy not to have to go into the water at the moment. He knew that Deirlando's body was basically invulnerable now—a valuable conclusion he had drawn from attacking Shiyan himself, so he wasn't afraid that something would go wrong.

He watched as Diarrando glided silently down the river's edge of the rippling water, then waved his hand and swam silently to the middle of the lake.

Mrs. Longbottom took the lamp to the pavilion, and when she had set it up, she began to sing, and to dance as she sang. This made Fayle feel very strange, although the singing voice was not high, but in the dead of night, in such an empty water, the voice was really very clear.

The lyrics are all folk tunes, what praises spring praise aiqing, the singing is very beautiful and moving, except for the time and place of singing a little strange, it's really good. Fayle thought of the legend of Miss Winnie and the dragon that he had heard in the afternoon, and began to wonder if Mrs. Longbottom had gone too far into the play or if there was really something under this little lake, and what she was doing now was a prayer ritual?

Fayer's eyesight is neither good nor bad, so on such a not-so-bright night, he can see a little reflection on the water in the distance. At first, he also saw the waves created by the descent of Dearlando, and the ripples caused by the gradual swimming towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake. When the waves cleared, I didn't see that pesky head popping up again.

Maybe it's a long way off? Maybe this guy doesn't need to get out of the water anymore? Fayle was skeptical about how many human needs were left beneath the multi-human appearance of Dearland. So for the first half hour, he had no worries at all.

But as time passed, Fayer began to feel uneasy. The mana value here was so high that Fayl seemed to be facing a direct glare of the light, and he couldn't see any details clearly, and he couldn't even feel the magic fluctuations on Deirlando's body.

You must know that after signing the deed of sale with the young dragon, it seems as if there is a rope tied to his heart all the time, but now even this feeling of being restrained has disappeared......

Mrs. Longbottom's performance lasted about an hour, and the rest of the manor seemed accustomed to it, and none of them were surprised by the mother's unusual behavior. Fayer took out his wall watch and looked at it to see that the show ended at ten o'clock. After the mysterious lady stopped performing, she picked up the lamp as if nothing had happened, and walked slowly back to the mansion. One by one, the lights in the building went out soon after.

Without the light, the lake became darker, but after a while it seemed to be brighter again. The moonlight and starlight gradually outlined everything around them. Maybe it wasn't the surface of the lake that was glowing, but that he had adapted to the darkness completely, he thought. He stared at the nearby water, waiting for that Dirrando guy to pop out of nowhere, unintentionally or intentionally startled.

However, another half an hour passed, and the water was still calm, and not even a bubbling fish appeared. There was silence all around, and the sound of insects that could often be heard in the summer grass had disappeared. Fayer cautiously walked to the lake, and carefully put his finger into the water, and he began to suspect that it was not water at all, but the acid lake of his homeland that could devour and melt all living things.

For a moment, Fayle felt a pang of relief in his heart, could he ever get rid of Dirrando and his days of slavery to dragons, but then he thought of the fateful contract, Achille's questioning, Luna's crying, and Zoya's puzzlement...... And Shijie, who broke ground eleven months after the Demon Dragon King...... Ay...... Let's get him back.