Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

Saranar was silent for a while, and said: "Have you thought about what you will face when you stay? Those stupid humans don't care what side you choose, they will only vent all their anger on you, the dragon knight." Head of the regiment commander, they will kill you."

"Even if I will be killed, that is my own business, so you don't need to worry about it." Silas was full of despair, but said with a forced smile on his face, "No matter how much I like you, no matter how much I want to get along with you, I We're just one of 'those stupid humans', and we've been enemies from the moment the dragons invaded Silverbrook."

"...You actually... would think so." Sarannar sighed softly, "I thought you were different, I thought your love for me was enough to make you cross the boundaries of race, but you still I chose to stand on the side of your people."

"You don't need to provoke me with such words, I still love you until now..." Silas smiled helplessly and desolately, "But I have no choice at all."

"...Me too." Sarannar gave him a deep look, "Take care."

As he spoke, he took a few steps back, flew off the ground before the arrival of the human army, and flew towards the far north.

The dragon flame cannot be extinguished at all, and we can only wait for it to burn out naturally, but if the fires ignited by the dragon flame are not extinguished in time, the entire Silver Stream City will be burned to nothingness in a short time.

After the dragons withdrew, the people of the whole city were busy putting out the fire, and Silas was no exception.

He mixed in the crowd, helping to carry water to the fire site, not wanting to think about anything related to Sarannar or the Dragon Clan, but someone recognized his face and suddenly shouted in the crowd: "It's him! He is the head of the Dragon Knight, the black dragon's slave!"

People stopped their movements and looked at him with hatred. They didn't even care about putting out the fire. Just like Sarannar said, people vented their anger at being attacked by the dragons on his head. I don't know who took the lead and threw a stone at him: "Go to hell! Servant of the evil dragon!"

"Get out of Silverstream City! Dragon's lackey!"

"If it weren't for you, what happened today would not have happened!"

"Both my sons were killed in this attack!"

"My home was also burned, how will we live in the future?!"

More and more people threw stones at him. Silas tried to resist at first, but soon his head was hit by a stone. The dizzy Silas crouched in the corner with his head in his arms. He moved, but the anger of the people did not subside because of his forbearance, and more and more stones were thrown at him.

After a while, a group of southern refugees who were obviously dressed differently from the native residents of Andocia rushed out and began to push and beat those who threw stones at Silas. Xiaolong is back, will the Dragon Clan attack Silverstream City?"

"Everything is your fault, and you still have the face to blame a person who helped you put out the fire!"

"You bloody fools!"

"In the future, the orcs will fight again, who will resist the giant eagle knight!"

"The Dragon Clan gave up on us, it's all your fault!"

The scene fell into chaos for a while, and some soldiers who were fighting the fire were also attracted by the chaos, yelling and joining the battle group to try to arrest those who caused trouble.

In the chaos, Silas was pulled up and dragged away from the scene. Dazed, he didn't recover until he was dragged to a quiet alley with no one by that person, and threw him away.

"Barristan..." Silas covered his head, frowned and looked at his butler, his voice was a little hoarse, "He asked you to come, didn't he?"

"Why don't you resist, Master Silas, those mobs will kill you." Barristan took out a handkerchief and tried to wipe his bleeding forehead, but Silas ungratefully blocked his hand, as if being caught He exhausted all his strength and sat down against the wall, "Can't you just leave me alone?"

Barristan looked at Silas who was hugging his knees and curled himself up against the wall, and sighed, "Master Silas, when you are young, everyone has the foolishness of not wanting to live after feeling frustrated, but you have to go to Think about it from a distance, your life is still long, and when you encounter an unfavorable situation, you want to escape with death, this is the behavior of a coward."

"What do you know? It's not you who was forced into this dilemma!" Silas wiped his face with his sleeve, and his tone became a little calmer, "Go back and stop meddling in your own business."

Barristan sighed and said, "If you really can't think about it that much, just think about your mother. She is terrified at home at the moment, and she is looking forward to your return."

Silas was too lazy to talk to him, he climbed up against the wall, and walked away slowly in a daze, Barristan followed behind him step by step, like a faithful shadow, until Silas couldn't help turning his head Glaring at him: "Stop following me!"

"I'm afraid not, Master Silas, if I don't see you go home safe and sound, I won't feel at ease." Barristan looked at him innocently and said, "If something happens to you outside Unexpectedly, we have no way to explain to Lord Saranar."

Silas was so angry that his brain ached. If the person in front of him was Sarannar himself, he really wanted to pounce on him and beat him up. The old butler, he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only ask with resentment that Sarannar still held the matter in his hands, "Tell me the truth, what exactly does he want to do to me?"

Barristan said with a low eyebrow, "Lord Sarannar just asked me to try my best to persuade you to leave Silver Stream City."

Silas sneered: "If I don't want to leave, does he want you to knock me out and carry me away?"

"How can you think like this, Lord Sarannar respects your wishes very much." Barristan said, "He told us that if you don't want to leave, first send your mother to a safe place, If a mob storms your mansion, at least you won't have to worry about it."

Silas had mixed feelings in his heart. At this point, he would rather Sarannar treat him ruthlessly to the end than to show his tenderness and consideration to him while forcing him into such a situation.

What is the use of this?The question is not whether Saranar treats him well enough, since the position is destined to be hostile, no matter how much Sarannar considers him, it will only torture him more.

When Silas returned home under the "escort" of Barristan, the servants in the family were packing up their things quickly, and Yehelena walked around the room anxiously. , she ran over immediately, as if she wanted to wipe the wound on her son's face with a handkerchief, but she was afraid of hurting him and said helplessly: "God, Silas, my son, what are you doing?" What's wrong?"

"Mom..." Silas couldn't help thinking of the strange woman who was crushed to death by falling rocks. She still missed her child until she died.

Silas hugged his mother tightly: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine, Mom."

Yehelena was hugged by her son in disbelief, as if she had noticed her son had grown into such a tall and strong man the first day, she grabbed Silas's clothes as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "How do you Will it hurt? Tell Mom, what the hell is going on outside, why did the dragon start attacking us all of a sudden?"

"There's no time to talk about this now." Silas said with determination, "Listen to me, Barristan will take you to the farm north of the city to avoid the limelight. Do not come back."

"What's the matter, will you be in danger? You must be safe...I only have you now..." When Yehelena was crying, the wrinkles on her face looked very obvious, Silas seemed to be paying attention to it the first day It turns out that his mother is already so old.

He felt some heat in his eye sockets, but when he turned his head, he saw the fire still lingering outside the window and the thick smoke covering the sky. Silas hardened his heart, broke away Yehelena's hand that was tightly grasping his clothes, and said to the housekeeper : "Take her away."

Yehelena didn't want to leave, but Barristan dragged her into the carriage outside the door, and the servants carried documents related to the smiling hand and some valuable things, and climbed into the ox cart behind the carriage.

The carriage left slowly in the flames that lit up the whole city. Yehelena was full of ominous premonitions, but Barristan and a strong maid pinned her down on the carriage and could only cry helplessly. He called his son's name through the car window.

"Mom." Silas stood at the door and shouted to Yehelena who was walking away, "If I never look for you again, you can find a good man to marry... Live on your own."

"No...my son..." Yehelena cried even harder.

The sky gradually darkened, and the flames and chaos in Silver Stream City still showed no signs of subsiding.

Silas sat alone in the empty house, motionless.He felt very, very tired. He had worked tirelessly to help people and fires before, but now that he was free, he realized that all the muscles in his body were sore, and he didn't even have the energy to get up and pour himself a glass of water.

In order to avoid being implicated, all the servants went with Barristan, and tried their best to remove all the belongings. This home, which was once decorated very delicately, now seems to be blown by a tornado—no matter what Whether it's silver tableware, valuable vases, or clothes in the cabinet, even the decorative murals on the wall have been removed, only some large pieces of furniture are still scattered in the room.

Silas sat on a lonely chair in the messy living room, not even bothering to move himself upstairs to the bedroom.

His life has always been moving forward towards a goal, never shrinking back, but now he suddenly has no direction, which makes him feel that no matter what he does, he will not be able to cheer up.

His head hurts, and he doesn't know whether it's because of the trauma or the pain in his heart. It's like being immersed in icy cold water. He can feel the heat dissipating from his body bit by bit.