Dragon's Professionalism

The night is getting darker.

In a small forest less than half away from the castle, the guard was facing a small bonfire, concentrating on trying to soften a piece of dry bread—this was his breakfast, lunch, and dinner today, and the size was obviously not enough to satisfy his hunger, and Apparently very unpalatable.

The russet bread, the regular ration of the Kingdom Guard, is portable, non-perishable, cheap and easy to make, the only downside being that it tastes and tastes very much like sawdust.The Guard's remedy was to soak it in fresh milk, so that it tasted slightly better: like sawdust soaked in milk.

The horse tied to the stump was grazing peacefully not far from the guard, and the guard watched it grazing the turf with envious eyes.His stomach was rumbling, but all he could fill it with was water and bread: the latter did not soften after being baked on the fire, but was scorched by the flames, looking a bit Like charcoal, the guard took a tentative bite of it and found that it also tasted exactly like charcoal.

He stared at the loaf of bread in frustration, trying to imagine it as a slab of grilled chicken.

—and then he actually smelled honey grilled chicken.

The guard sniffed in disbelief. He looked around for a while following the scent, and finally found a small stone slab behind the bushes.It was covered with a clean tablecloth on which lay the most exquisite dinner he could imagine: beef, chicken, bread and salad, with a china plate of brown foie gras and a large bottle of bright red wine .

Beside the table-cloth stood a handsome wicker basket in which were neatly arranged stacks of cakes wrapped in tinfoil.In the clear moonlight, it can be clearly seen that a white corner is faintly exposed under the basket.The guard carefully removed the wicker basket and found a letter pressed underneath it.

The letter paper is extremely thick, white and smooth, with beautiful golden lace.On the letter paper was written a line of round cursive characters in dark black ink:

"Please allow me to water the beautiful roses."

Rose?water?

The guard held this inexplicable note, his sea-blue eyes were full of confusion.

He stood on tiptoe and looked around, but couldn't find any rose bushes around, and finally the guards could only tentatively regard this as some kind of inexplicable prank.He didn't touch the food, he only ate the small piece of bread with their aroma, and he carefully put the letter back in its original place, and he even let it reveal a little corner under the basket.

In the depths of the castle, shortly after Ning and the princess said good night to each other, the two-clawed pterosaur, dressed in starlight, flew lightly over the walls and hedges.It held an empty picnic basket under its feet, and the smell of food lingered on the rattan basket, as if it had just been used to hold a dinner.

"Has he eaten?" Ning asked the pterosaur softly, and after getting the answer, he smiled softly, with a little playfulness in his eyes.

Ning rubbed the pterosaur's triangular head, and the latter spread its wings knowingly.Under the shroud of night, Ning nimbly turned over the window sill, the black dragon spread its wings in mid-air, the pterosaur slid out of the window soundlessly, and the gigantic shadow followed behind it unhurriedly.

The guards had already retreated to the campfire.Restlessly, he tossed the dead branches into the fire to rekindle the fading bonfire.

Every quarter of an hour or so, he would walk around the bushes and take a look at the stone slab, as if the food on the slate turned into a frog and jumped away at any time.When the guard walked around the bushes for the third time, he nervously found the sound of flapping wings coming from behind the bushes, and a small section of human clothing was exposed outside the treetops—from this, he imagined a bird that was eating It was a living small pterosaur, but when the guards carefully carried their helmets and walked to the bushes, they only saw a young man with black hair and black eyes standing there.

He is tall and handsome, wearing a well-crafted hunting suit, with cowhide straps on his arms, and a falcon with snow-white feathers resting on it.As the guard walked over the bushes, he naturally turned his head and smiled at the guard:

"Hi, Mr. Knight, I'm Ning, thank you for guarding today's dinner for me."

"As a token of my gratitude, allow me to invite you to dinner with me - it's early in the day, and maybe we can have some more pretzels before the food has time to cool."

He quietly watched the guards, his eyes were extremely deep, like carefully polished obsidian, with an indescribable magical power, almost breathtaking.

The guard had no idea what happened next: he seemed to believe the gentleman's words subconsciously.Then he walked over very naturally, took the knife and fork that Ning handed him, sat down by the stone slab familiarly, and shared the delicious dinner with Ning Yan with a smile.When the guard suddenly realized that things were going wrong, he had already exchanged names with Ning, and told a lot of embarrassing things in one breath-most of them were jokes about the king and the guards.

He was like a peacock eager to show off its feathers, eager to show off his sense of humor in front of Ning, which made him feel a little embarrassed.The guard raised his eyes in embarrassment, and looked at Ning carefully: the latter's expression was not displeased, he was still so handsome, charming, and polite.

"Sorry, sir, I lost my composure." The guard lowered his head in shame, his beautiful long eyelashes trembling slightly under the firelight.

Ning smiled tolerantly: "No, I don't think so. It was a pleasure chatting with you. Your humor and energy are unforgettable."

The guard's face turned red quietly, and the red spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears little by little.He said a few words of humility indiscriminately, and Ning looked at his cheek with admiring eyes. When the guard raised his head, Ning stood up calmly, avoided his gaze, and raised his eyes to look at the sky.

"It's getting late now, and I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave," he said softly to the guard.

With a slight lift of Ning's arm, the beautiful white-feathered falcon flew up into the sky. The guard subconsciously looked at it, and at this moment Ning ambiguously leaned into his ear and said:

"—look forward to our next meeting."

The slightly warm breath brushed against the guard's ears, he took a step back subconsciously, and looked at Ning suspiciously, but Ning had already stood not far away in time, and was nodding his head politely to say goodbye to him.

After the guard said goodbye to him suspiciously, Ning turned around without hesitation and left the small open space.

The guard stood there in a daze, watching Ning's figure drifting away in the woods, suddenly remembered something, hurriedly caught up with him, and asked, "Excuse me, what's the picture of you under the wicker basket?" What does the note mean? Why are the roses watered?"

The corners of Ning's lips curled up slowly. He didn't answer, but pointed behind the guard.

The guard turned his head subconsciously, and found that the remaining bowls and dishes on the stone slab had disappeared, replaced by a half-bloomed rose.The rose had obviously been picked not long ago, and dew still condensed on the satin-like petals. The guard picked it up suspiciously, and found that there was also a piece of letter paper under it.

On the white and smooth paper, a short sentence was written in familiar cursive letters:

"You are as lovely as the first rose."

The guard's face turned red, and his crimson cheeks and long wine-red hair contrasted nicely for a moment, and he really looked somewhat similar to the rose in his hand.

The dark night enveloped the night sky, and thin mist gathered in the forest.The aroma of roast chicken and desserts slowly dissipated in the cooling mist. The guard held the rose, and for a moment almost doubted whether everything before was an illusion—but the next moment, he found a familiar flower at his feet. A wicker basket with a delicate gilt card pinned to it:

"To Yang."

Still familiar cursive letters.The guard stroked the card, a little flustered, a little bewildered, and a little bit joyful.

——He just told Ning that his name is Yang.

Before Ning, no one else would take his name so seriously.

The wicker basket was still full of tinfoil-wrapped snacks. Jan picked one up, unwrapped it, and took a bite. The sweet mix of honey and rose spread in his mouth.

He couldn't help showing a smile.

Jan lifted the wicker basket from the ground and pinned the roses and cards to it.He walked back under the tree, carefully hid the wicker basket deep in the grass, and then led the horse to the stream to drink. When he came back, Jan was surprised to find a tall and strong man sitting by the campfire. embers side.

A large sword was planted at his feet, and he was wearing armor that looked like an iron can.He sat upside down on the wicker basket under his buttocks. This strong man was drinking clear water, holding those rose snacks in his hand and gobbling them up.

Yang's lower lip trembled unconsciously, and he found in despair that the roses and cards had fallen from the wicker basket, and were trampled on the soles of his feet by the big man mercilessly.

"...What are you doing?" Yang asked suppressing his anger, the man sat high on the wicker basket, glanced at him condescendingly, then stretched out his greasy hand, broke off a small piece of snack, and threw it on the at the feet of the guards.

"Eat it, little chick." He looked at the guards and said contemptuously.

Jan stared at him, his blue eyes blazing with anger.

He removed the helmet from the saddle side of the horse.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Ning and the princess had just eaten half of their breakfast, and the No. 2 brave man had already stepped into the range of the dragon castle.

Ning apologized to the princess, spread his wings and flew out of the fortress. The huge black dragon hovered in the sky for a moment, and soon found out where the brave man was.

The brave man was carrying a big sword that was almost as tall as him. His shiny helmet was strangely shattered, and a few strands of wine-red hair slipped out from under the helmet. The giant dragon looked at him suspiciously, and then He looked at the trembling steed beside him.

This person looks...why so familiar?

Yang behind the helmet took a deep breath, tightly gripping the big sword that he had stolen, raised his head and chest and yelled loudly at the black dragon:

"Come on! Damn dragon! I swear I'll cut off your head and save the princess from your dark, rotting lair!"