noble pharmacist

When I woke up, there was the scent of roses on the bedside. I had been transported from the dungeon to a sunny room. The pharmacist had just left, leaving behind herbs and a white rose.

The silver mask leaned against the window, sniffing: "It smells too bad."

"You are not used to this elegant aroma." I said.

He put bacon, milk and porridge on the bedside: "Tomorrow you will be transferred to the Heather Valley for trial. Be sure to eat enough, maybe it will be the last meal. We still treat nobles with good manners."

I stopped him: "Do you think you can really send me to the Heather Valley?"

He raised his eyebrows.

"The perception ability of dragons is far better than that of humans. If a young dragon lives with a mother dragon that has been domesticated by the scented incense for a long time, the mother dragon will regard the little dragon as her own child. No matter how far away, it can perceive the young dragon. The position of the dragon. I brought a baby dragon." I picked up the wooden bowl of milk, "Do you know the Marquess Seth Elberd, the first knight of the Royal Knights? He should have a full-grown dragon now. Mother Dragon, you have found our vicinity. Curtis has been looking for the Liberal Party's stronghold in the northern forest."

"I thought you were looking for Prince Ansair!"

"No," I drank the milk slowly, and then I needed to gather strength, "I am working with the Marquess of Elberd to eliminate the Liberal Party in the northern forest."

There was a sudden uproar outside the window, and villagers flocked from the valley to the Liberal settlement.I heard someone shout: "The dragon is coming, the dragon of the tyrant is coming!"

Huge wings glide across the valley, casting vast shadows like clouds.

Beneath the shadows are burning flames, and the dragon spews poisonous gas, burning this rich mountain forest.

Behind the dragon are thirteen elite mountain cavalry of the Royal Knights.

The silver mask didn't panic, he took out his saber, stared at the pure white blade for a moment, and turned around.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Your Excellency, killing you will not only stain my sword, but also stain my people with hatred." He took another deep look at me, "Seeing you become a member of the corrupt nobles, if Mr. Lane Black is still alive , will definitely break your heart."

"What are you going to do!" I suddenly became nervous.

The corners of the mouth under the mask curled up: "For my people... slay the dragon."

With a quick jump, he disappeared into the sunlight outside the window.As a Liberal prisoner with one hand still tied to the bedpost, I can only pray that Seth's dragon doesn't spew fire onto the bed of the master who tamed it.

Until someone picked up the white rose that fell on the ground, sniffed it lightly, and said, "Your Excellency, I'm here to welcome you."