Dragon's Professionalism

No!No!I did not assassinate the king!

The guard screamed wildly in his heart, trying to struggle, but he couldn't get rid of the strong king's personal guards at all, and was quickly dragged down by them.After the king himself gave the order, he never glanced at the guards again. He turned around shyly and looked at the stunned band with that familiar smile: "I believe that none of you are nobles. , I also believe that you don’t want to end your life in a capsized boat or car when you are young. Then...my country just lacks a court band, and I wonder if you would like to stay here for a while longer?"

The king's smile was on his face, but the warning was too strong to be ignored.

There is an example of the guards, the members of the band were trembling, but they obeyed the king's will firmly, and were smoothly held by the king.

"Okay, let's play." After thinking that all the arrangements were made, the king slowly walked back to his seat, sat down tiredly, and waved to the crowd: "Don't forget, the dance is not over yet. Everyone Let's dance and sing!"

Perhaps it was because the worries about their own lives overwhelmed the fear, the musicians who had just obtained the identity of the court band quickly entered the state, even the conductor put aside his wig incident, and concentrated on conducting, melodious The music sounded, and the banquet hall was soon immersed in laughter and laughter.

In a grove outside the castle, Ning Zheng looked down at a blank scroll.The king's drunken voice came out of the scroll continuously, almost every time the king said a word, a halo of light would flash on the seemingly blank scroll, forming a close-up image of the king in the banquet hall.

——His Majesty's judgment is not wrong. Yang is indeed not a magician, and he has no ability to keep their conversation as evidence, but he knows a dragon after all.

A magician can record audio and video, and a dragon can do it by throwing out enough gold coins, or even better - a magician can't record in the air.

"Okay... I think these should be enough." Ning thought for a moment, erased the last short image recorded on the scroll, and then slowly closed the scroll. After confirming that the magic pattern was still intact, he took the Watch it walk to a magic circle shining with magic light, hang it in the center of the circle, and then forcefully with both hands, tear the scroll in half.

Almost the next moment, the voices of the king and the guards came from the scroll.

"...His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Princess are in collusion..."

"...I had a tacit understanding with my daughter..."

The loud voice drifted with the night wind, and floated above the entire kingdom. Except for a few places where soundproof circles were installed, every corner of the kingdom echoed the king's triumphant voice——

"...We have been doing this for hundreds of years, not just us, but the nobles of the whole continent have done it. Otherwise, where do you think there are so many dragons who kidnap the princess?"

The girl who spun the thread raised her head, the woman who gathered wheat straightened her waist, the tailor and the customer who bargained were silent, and even the butcher put down the gleaming knife in his hand.The entire kingdom fell into unspeakable silence, even the snoozing cat pricked up its ears, quietly listening to the conversation between the king and the guards.

But the people in the banquet hall were still ignorant of all this.Although the king didn't arrange any sound-proof formations outside the castle, no one could hear the sound outside the banquet hall amidst the loud music.

Although the ball was interrupted by the guards without long eyes, this small shortcoming did not affect the happy mood of the king enjoying the banquet. He admired the graceful dance of the noble girls and ladies for a while, and ate several bunches of grapes , after taking a sip from the glass held by his mistress and belching alcohol, the king concluded contentedly:

"Banquets! Dances! Wine! And beautiful young girls! Compared with those boring commoners, all these beautiful things are the real meaning of life!"

As soon as the king's words fell, there were faint shouts and chaotic sounds of things being smashed outside the banquet hall.The sound was far away at first, but it gradually approached the banquet hall. The boiling voice became louder and louder, and the luxurious and luxurious banquet hall seemed to become a small boat, swaying in the frantic storm, music and music The dance steps stopped hesitantly, and people looked at each other in a panic, with uncertain expressions.

"What's going on?" The king frowned displeasedly, got up from his seat and walked down majestically, and was about to reprimand the panicked people when the heavy oak door at the entrance of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The shouts that were still indistinct suddenly became clear and loud——

"Out of the king! Out of the king! Out of the king!"

It was as if a gap had been blown out of the dam suddenly, and dense crowds rushed towards the gate from outside the banquet hall. The king took a step back subconsciously. He turned his gaze to the crowd and saw angry faces. face.

"You...you...this...this is..." The king seemed to be stuttering suddenly, no one answered his words, and the banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

The commoners—ragged, gnawing black bread, sleeping on straw and mud—looked nothing like the submissive King remembered now, with pitchforks, stones, and crude bows and arrows in their hands. , eyes full of angry flames.In this deathly silence, they walked forward silently and silently, flooding the entire banquet hall inch by inch.

"What are you doing...Where are the guards! Guards!"

Under the chilling fear, the king finally found his tongue. He tightly squeezed the wine glass in his hand, and subconsciously wanted to step back, but someone stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm firmly.

"We don't need a liar to be king - you bastard who's in league with the dragon."

The man at the front of the crowd said coldly, holding a dung fork tightly in his hand.

……

"No...you mean, His Majesty the King was killed with a dung fork?!"

The guard stood in the cell and looked at the person in astonishment, unable to believe that things would take such a turn.

He was still wearing the shiny armor, but there was no helmet on his head. The helmet was being held in Ning's arms, and the two majestic king's personal guards fell unconsciously at his feet.

"I don't think he's dead, maybe he was slightly injured. After all, as long as you don't get stepped on, it's always a good trick to pretend to be dead." Ning said, weighed the helmet in his hand, and suddenly He smashed the iron lock hanging on the cell door: "Well... this one is really easy, and it is indeed the best blacksmith on the mainland."

He stretched out his hand and pulled the guard out of the cell, and quickly noticed that the young and beautiful face was full of confusion at the moment.

"What's wrong? Is there something strange about it?" Ning asked gently. He patted the helmet and put it back on the guard's head.

"...Why did the king pretend to be killed by a fork? I mean...that is...a dung fork after all?" Yang subconsciously helped his helmet, and then asked Ning in confusion.

Ning motioned him to follow him, and while leading him out of the dungeon, he seemed to be very fair and said: "I don't think he had much choice at the time."

"That makes sense." The guard nodded and quickly accepted the answer.Ning smiled softly and asked him, "Are you still angry now?"

"Angry? Why are you angry?" Yang's footsteps paused. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head vigorously: "No... I don't think I have anything to be angry about. After all, those who have done wrong have already learned their lesson... From the moment of 'death', His Majesty the King can no longer be the king, right?" He looked at Ning questioningly, and Ning nodded, agreeing with his judgment: "Yes, it's not just him, I think the royal family of this country may have to change."

Ning spoke softly, slowed down his pace calmly, looked at Yang out of the corner of his eye, and guessed whether he would ask about the whereabouts of the princess.

If this silly kid still misses the princess...

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The guard next to him suddenly took off his helmet and exhaled a small breath of white air: "Hey, why is it getting colder and colder... We didn't go in the wrong direction, did we?" He Ben!She turned her head to look at Ning.

"No, this road does lead to the ground." Ning quickly restrained his murderous aura, and made up a lie without blushing: "You will feel cold because there is an ice cellar nearby, and nobles are used to digging ice for storage in winter." It's underground so that it can be used for ice in summer."

"So that's it!" Yang suddenly realized and nodded, his face was so cute that Ning couldn't help but reached out and rubbed it.

The guard instantly turned into a statue in armor.

"Yan... what's wrong with you? Did you suddenly have a fever?" Ning stopped moving and looked at the guard worriedly: the latter's cheeks were almost as red as his hair.

"No... I'm just..." Yang stammered, forgetting how to spell the word "shy" for a while, Ning looked at him for a while, and gradually smiled.

"ok, ok, I got it."

He smiled knowingly, and just as the guard breathed a sigh of relief, Ning suddenly lowered his head and kissed the guard's clean forehead.

Before Yang could react, Ning's lips left his forehead and landed on his eyelids, cheeks, nose tip, and then... lips.

The guard raised his eyes in a little panic, and the blue eyes and black eyes touched slightly, and they seemed to stick together subconsciously.In this simple stone corridor, in the dark and deep dungeon of the castle, this is not romantic at all, even a place far away from romance, the two of them looked at each other, and then fell into each other's love. In the eyes: one fell into the blue sea, and the other sank into the boundless night sky.

Even the air is filled with tenderness at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, Ning took the lead to look away, he let go of the guard's lips, turned his eyes away, and continued the interrupted topic as if nothing had happened: "Since you are not angry now, I have one thing to do." I want to talk to you."

"Ah... well, what's the matter?"

I don't know why, the guard blushed a little for no reason, but the next moment, the blush on his face disappeared immediately with the words from Ning's mouth.

Ning said, "Actually, I am the dragon hired by the king."