Fast Travel: After turning into an animal, the villain asked me to be his wife

"What does it mean to like someone?" Three days later, Cecil went to the lake in Tutala Forest as agreed, and asked Elvis when he saw him drinking by the lake.

Elvis put the bottle down and looked sideways at him.

"I found that you are really brave and not afraid of me."

During the past three days, Cecil was busy learning dragon language magic while gathering intelligence at night.

Bart has also had some clues. He said that although the dragon is dead, those who are ready to be sacrificed are still being secretly imprisoned in a place, and it seems that they are not going to be released easily.

As for the information that the red-haired man wanted to know, it was also very easy to find out.

After all, he is one of the parties involved in the Valley of the Abyss, so he can guess it almost exactly without spending too much effort.

Things were going well, but Cecil was not at peace.

The red-haired man's question "Do you like her?" has been lingering in his mind for the past three days. He has thought about it and asked Jonah who came to clean the house. However, Jonah was still a child and just rubbed his nose and said, "Like means I can eat rice when I'm hungry, but I prefer soft white bread"...

This kind of talk doesn't sound very reliable.

Cecil grew up alone and didn't have many friends. He couldn't ask Lord Dragon about this, so...

So the moment he saw the red-haired man, he asked.

He could vaguely sense the red-haired man's hidden attitude of watching a show, as if this question was something interesting that was worth his enjoyment.

There is a very obvious mentality of watching a show.

Cecil didn't like being treated as a topic of conversation, but...

But he really wanted to know the answer to the question.

"You said I like her," Cecil looked at him, "but I don't understand what love is."

He is like an overly straightforward child, always expressing what he thinks in the simplest words.

Elvis raised his eyebrows: "What about the thing I asked you to investigate?"

"If you want to know who gave the order to kill the dragon, it was the Pope of the Church of Light, the King of the Silver Empire, and Hodge, the Chief Legendary Mage of the Mage Tower."

Cecil lowered his eyes: "What they want is all on the dragon. The Pope of the Church of Light wants Saint Asmon to win the support of the people. The King of Silver Lining has already made a deal with the Church of Light. Even if the original dragon has died and the curse has been broken, the deal cannot be invalidated..."

"Besides, he wanted to avenge his previous humiliation. Killing a dragon seemed to help him forget that he was previously controlled by the dragon."

"The Mage Tower belongs to the Magic Guild and is almost the Magic Guild's external spokesperson. A precious dragon naturally contains countless rare materials that magicians want..."

"Everyone has a purpose. As long as the dragon dies, they can all get what they want."

"It doesn't matter whether this dragon has brought disaster to the world or not."

Elvis's face turned visibly ugly.

Damn humans, dirty ants, actually wanted to squeeze out all the value of his rebellious daughter.

Human beings are always so greedy.

Elvis wanted to find these damn things and teach them a lesson immediately, but he heard the words of the ant in front of him again.

"I have already answered you, can you tell me what love is?"

Cecil looked at him.

He subconsciously felt that this question was very important, but no one around him could give him an accurate answer.

It seemed that only the man in front of me could see it clearly.

Elvis looked him up and down, revealing a look of disdain: "You are so skinny and a slave. Even if you know how to like someone, your master won't like you."

...Won't you like it?

Cecil looked at the tall, handsome man in front of him.

The noble ladies in the royal city all like Asmon of the Temple of Light.

That man was just like the man in front of him, with a sturdy figure and godly looks. When he was trying to find out the news, he heard many women hiding together and laughing secretly as they looked at the knights' solid chests and thighs.

Cecil clenched his fists: "I just want to know what love is."

Elvis looked at him with pity: "Although I hate human ants, love is indeed an eternal proposition unique to humans."

"I can't describe it to you, but human literature seems to have the answer."

"When I saw you, I thought of a human poem."

"I was in a bad mood, but after seeing you, I seem to feel better. After all, I like the suffering and entanglement of human beings the most."

"So you want to listen?"

Cecil knew the red-haired man's deep-seated evil taste, but he wanted to listen.

He nodded.

Elvis' voice was as clear as the wind in the night sky, and the verses seemed to have magic, pulling him into the boundless abyss. He heard Elvis' voice, but thought of his moon.

"If I had the brocade of heaven,

Woven with rays of gold and silver,

Azure, gray, and black damask

Changing night, dawn, dusk and day.

I would like to spread this brocade at your feet,

But I have nothing but dreams.

Let me spread my dream at your feet.

Be gentle, because you are stepping on my dream. "

*****[Original poem from: "He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" - Yeats]

The soul feels trembling and the breathing becomes slow and clear.

Cecil suddenly thought that Lord Dragon was all he was looking for.

He wanted to devote his body, mind, and even soul to her, but he was afraid of tarnishing the silver-white color of her body.

He was as low as dust, worthy only of being stepped on by her.

He understood a lot and thought of a lot in an instant.

Elvis admired the changing expressions on Cecil's face and deliberately said, "It's normal if you don't understand. Ants without knowledge are illiterate. But some things are engraved in the hearts of jealous people like instinct."

"I am showing mercy today. This is an exchange of your information. Do you want to continue listening?"

"……listen."

Cecil said only one word.

He wanted to understand everything more clearly.

"Jealousy is a common problem for admirers. It makes you hate anyone of the opposite sex who gets close to the one you love." If the previous poem was a rare euphemism for this dragon, his words now were like a stamp of steel. "You want to attract all her attention, and pray that she only sees you."

"You want to possess her, you want to touch her..."

"I want to be with her forever and be the most special person in her life."

“Ant, have you ever thought about this?”

Have.

Cecil pursed his lips, his face looking a little pale.

Elvis was amused and continued, "Let me think about it. Oh, and..."

"A slave like you will feel that you will never be good enough for her."

"How can a lowly slave be with his master?"

"You are jealous of those who can get her. If she is not available now, she will be available in the future. What will your expression be then?"

"Jealousy will cloud your mind and make you commit unforgivable crimes. By then... you will no longer be able to be a loyal slave to your desires."

Every word this man said was like a heavy hammer. Cecil even felt that he was talking about his own future.

No, it's not the same.

Lord Dragon is different.

No one could be worthy of such a powerful and beautiful woman, not even the man in front of her.

He…he wanted to be with her forever.

He should like her too.

So this is what love is.

But rather than liking her... he hoped she could be happy more.

envy……

He would not be jealous. The approach of the ants would only annoy Lord Dragon, and he would kill those humans who attracted Lord Dragon.

How could he be jealous?

"I won't betray her." Cecil looked at Elvis and said firmly.

"It's too early for you to say that now. For some things, you can only know whether you are an angel or a devil after you actually encounter them."

Elvis didn't care about Cecil's assurances.

Time is a magical thing. Under the passage of time, even the most affectionate person will become less affectionate. Even the most passionate love and sincere heart will eventually die out.

Who knows until the last moment?

This is a bet about life, there is never an "absolute".

After all, he is well aware of the evil nature of human beings.

After saying so much and having seen enough of Cecil's struggles, Elvis felt bored.

His eyes fell on the Royal City, and he said sinisterly: "Alright, my patience is limited. Whether you understand or not, it has nothing to do with me."

"Now, I'm going to talk to someone and you can leave on your own."

Looking for someone to reason with? This red-haired man is not so easy to reason with.

Cecil vaguely felt that this red-haired man seemed to have a natural alliance with his fellow "dragons". Although Lord Dragon was his enemy, he obviously hated people who hurt dragons indiscriminately.

He didn't think that the red-haired man would cooperate with the church and the royal family to harm Lord Dragon.

After all, this man, no, it should be said that this dragon, obviously hates humans.

Cecil vaguely felt that this man would turn the entire royal city upside down.

As long as his master wasn't hurt, he didn't care.

The dragon did not make things difficult for him and let him go as promised. Cecil felt that the dragon might simply regard him as something dispensable. The existence of humans could not cause him any ripples. Only the master would be his lifelong opponent.

The moon tonight is much brighter than when I met the red-haired man last time.

It looks like a good day.

Bart also happened to find out the final hiding place of those humans who were imprisoned and almost sacrificed to the dragon.

It would be a wonderful thing to meet with those imprisoned people at night when the dragon goes to reason.

He will not let go of any of the wizard towers of the royal family, the church, and the Magic Association.

He was not like the master, who ignored everything equally and thought those ants were just minor flies.

He bears grudges and hates anyone who has evil intentions towards his master.

This dragon was the same, but he couldn't shake his existence yet...

The dragon disappeared, and Cecil disappeared into the night.

White Grape Manor outside the royal city.

It looks like a winery to the outside world, but the wine cellar buried underground does not store wine, but a secret cage.

The first of the two guards was at the door of the wine cellar, inviting the other to drink.

Although the manor is called a winery, it actually does not buy or sell wine. However, in order to cover up its tracks, someone would pretend to transport wine every once in a while. Of course, some wine was also stored in the winery just to keep it a secret.

This is a good opportunity for the guards who are here to serve as guards.

They led the king and had been guarding here all year round. They had never made any mistakes, except occasionally driving out some down-and-out nobles who wanted to redeem people. Their job was very easy.

And these prisoners are all ordinary people with no fighting power.

Some were imprisoned at a very young age, while others were imprisoned as adults.

Some of them would make a lot of noise when they were first locked up, but they would become quiet after a few beatings. In the end, they all huddled in a corner of the cage in the wine cellar, and only when they were served food did they feel like they were still alive.

The guards were drinking happily but did not notice that an unknown black mist was gradually passing under their feet and disappearing through the gap in the entrance of the wine cellar.

Cecil frowned as he stood still in the dim wine cellar.

He thought to himself that in order not to trouble his master over these little things, he boldly did not tell her, and fortunately he did not tell his master.

This place is really not suitable for a white dragon like the master.

It's so dirty here.

As soon as I stood still, I could smell an unpleasant odor. I lowered my eyes and saw many humans huddled in the corners behind the iron railings.

Some of them looked older, some were only a few years old, and all of them looked confused, like...

Just like him back then.

Cecil's eyes moved slightly, and he endured the discomfort and walked in front of those people.

There was only a flickering oil lamp on the wall of the wine cellar. All the sins were hidden under this dim light, seeming so peaceful.

The sound of his footsteps was somewhat obvious in the quiet wine cellar, but these people who had lost hope only raised their heads slightly to glance at him, then curled up again and did not move.

They are like puppets that have lost their souls.

"Want to survive?"

Cecil's voice was not loud. If the devil could hear it now, he would definitely find his words familiar.

A rustling sound sounded.

The curled up human moved slightly, but lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

"...I'll ask again, do you want to survive?"

“No,” Cecil suddenly tilted his head and spoke slowly while thinking, “You probably don’t know yet that the dragon that requires your sacrifice was killed by my master some time ago.”

The rustling sound became louder.

Cecil keenly noticed that a boy of about fifteen or sixteen suddenly looked up at him.

"You liar, if that dragon is really dead, why are we still imprisoned here?"

Cecil curled the corners of his lips and looked at him.

"Why do you think this is?"

The boy thought of something, his pupils slightly dilated in surprise, and then he heard this noble-looking man whisper -

"Of course... I'm not going to let you survive."