How to use the Dragon King correctly

Chapter 32 Hunting Dragons

"Your Majesty the Dragon King!" Chilong reminded Al with his eyes, and Al turned around and saw the blond man.

Lal looked at Al's expression, narrowed his eyes and said, "You...recovered?"

Al smiled and said, "Well, thank you, Ral."

"Oro came to see you."

"I thought you would ask me how many things I remembered." Al leaned back against the railing and said with a chuckle.

"Of course I will ask, but there is no need to worry about this kind of thing," Lal said, "What about our agreement?"

Al turned his head to look at Chilong.

"What is he saying?"

"Well...he is saying, although he knows you are a pervert, he also hates perverts very much, and wants to slap you to death, but for the sake of helping me, please forgive me this time." Al translated innocently.

Lal pulled the corner of his lips and said, "Really? Then I have to thank you."

Al smiled and said, "You can communicate with them in person after they recover their human form."

"...Will there be such a day?"

"Will do."

After speaking, Al stood up straight.

"Are you leaving?" Lal asked.

"Ah."

Lal hesitated to speak.

Al looked at him thoughtfully, and then said, "Lal, I can tell you something Caesar said to me."

Lal frowned, looking at him suspiciously.

Chilong suddenly became agitated, and bumped Al's back with his forehead. Seeing that the latter didn't respond, he roared strangely.

"I asked him if he had the chance to leave Ruby Kingdom, would he go with us?" Seeing Lal's dazed look, Al smiled, "Caesar said that if you let a pervert like you here alone, you It will definitely go crazy, and then the whole kingdom will be unlucky."

"..." Lal tightened his hands and said with downcast eyes, "Then...do you want to hear what Oro told me?"

"I don't want to hear it," Al replied bluntly. "I'm not interested. Now that the topic has been diverted, don't go back to it, Lal."

Lal raised his eyelids and glanced at the person who looked away, and said, "At first I thought you would be the same after you recovered, but it seems I was wrong."

"Just go and meet Oro with this face, maybe he can figure out something."

After saying that, Lal turned and left.

Al looked at his back, and his smile faded.

"Your Majesty the Dragon King, how could you say that to that pervert!!" Caesar was still roaring in dismay, "My image, my status, my dignity!!"

Al turned around, put his hand on his chin and said, "But that's what you said yourself, isn't it?"

Qinglong yawned and interjected: "Enough, Caesar, you should be glad you are in dragon form now."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because a human face is easier to express emotions than a dragon's face."

"what do you mean?!"

"It means you don't want to lose face in front of His Majesty the Dragon King."

"You bastard!!!"

Al looked at the two dragons who were arguing, and asked abruptly, "You really don't plan to leave?"

The two dragons fell silent.

"Once the palace issues a killing order, even Lal may not be able to protect you," Al said after a pause, "But if Luther had expected this situation, he should have been prepared."

"But where can we escape?" Chilong asked in a low voice.

Qinglong got up and said, "No, I think Lal will try his best to protect us. He is a strange human being."

Both Chiron and Al were a little surprised.

Then Al laughed.

That's right, Lal is an extremely domineering person in his heart, and Al can't imagine that what is in his hands will be taken away by others.

But there are many more dragons whose masters are not as determined as Ral.

But as Caesar said, where can the Dragon Clan escape?

Luther... Al pursed his lips.

"However, Your Majesty the Dragon King," Chilong said suddenly, "If you only have half a dragon core now, will it affect you?"

Al was taken aback.

He raised his hand and put it on his chest, where it was once pierced. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "No, it won't be affected."

"Really! That's good!" Chilong grinned.

Al searched the spacious vestibule and found an empty glass bottle.

Opening the cork, he used the power of the dragon to draw a pattern in his memory on the bottom of the cork, then injected a ray of power of the dragon into the bottle, put the cork on it, and put it on the table.

Ral knew what it was and would understand what he meant.

He did hear rumors 1000 years ago that some huge families in the human race would dedicate their offspring to the Dragon Clan for protection.However, this kind of behavior has never been seen since he arrived at the Dragon King Capital. Luther said that he prohibited it, so Al didn't know whether this "transformation" could be eliminated.

He left his dragon power for Ral to study, maybe Mira could still be saved.

Recalling the words Lal said before turning to leave, Al sighed silently.

Even if Lal didn't say anything, he would go to Oro - he had to get back the half dragon core.

Al left Lal's residence and walked onto the street.

Night has fallen, but the streets are still very lively.

Al sensed a certain presence, but ignored it, turned and walked towards the countercurrent of the crowd.

After crossing this street and reaching a secluded path, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, forcing him to stop.

"Al." The man's deep voice came to his ears through the night wind.

Al stared at the man for a while, then walked forward expressionlessly, and his wrist was grabbed the moment he passed by.

"Al!"

Al stopped.

After a moment of silence, he said coldly, "Don't think I don't know that you tampered with my memory, Luther."

The person next to him visibly froze.

"When you were in Rose Town, besides leaving that sentence in my mind to warn me not to mention you to Auror, you also modified my memory?" Al turned his head and stared at the other party and said, "In It wasn't Sisi who took half of my dragon core in the palace."

"..." Luther's eyes avoided for the first time.

"It's you."

"..."

Al turned his head, looked ahead and said slowly: "At that time, I didn't have time to think, why did you do that to me? Now I don't have time to think about it, because if I think about it carefully... at this moment, I It's in a dangerous situation, isn't it?"

"I didn't mean to kill you."

"No, you just wanted to kill me," Al said, "and you wanted to kill me by Sisi's hand, but I don't understand why."

...Is it because he can't bear to have such feelings for a human being?

"Al!" Luther pulled Al's body away forcefully, facing him, "You were the one who went too far. You didn't really intend to kill Sisi at that time, did you?!"

Al pursed his lips.

Luther said quickly: "You don't plan to come back at all, do you want to throw the entire Dragon Clan to me?"

"Anyway, my presence or absence has no effect on the Dragon Clan at all," Al said indifferently, "I am not suitable to be a leader, and you know that, Luther. In the first place, you brought me back not for the Dragon Clan, but for the Dragon Clan." For yourself."

"...but you're back too, aren't you?"

"Because at that time I thought I could take responsibility."

The air seemed to stagnate.

After a while, Luther said softly: "I regretted it after that. I really wanted to punish you, because from the very beginning you were the one who was the most free-wheeling among the four of us, leaving the group as you wanted, falling in love with a human being as you wanted, You can even decide your own life and death as you like. Gaia’s death is not a pity, she has long been hostile to you, because she is the same person as Xilin, and both want to monopolize the entire continent and rule the entire dragon clan.”

"Is this why you killed Xilin?" Al frowned.

"That's right, he looked around for me after he woke up, because he thought I held half of your dragon core in my hand," Luther said coldly, "as long as you kill me and destroy your dragon core, the Dragon King will only be left He's alone."

Al didn't speak.

Luther tightened his grip on Al's hand: "I don't care about Xilin and Gaia, but Al...can't betray me even you."

"So you decide my life and death as you like, don't you?" Al asked softly.

"I regret."

"Is the word 'regret' so powerful?" Al chuckled, "As long as you say these two words, can everything that happened be wiped out? Then can you give me back 1000 years? I It doesn’t take much, just let me go back 1000 years ago.”

"...Al."

"Luther, the reason why I am still standing here talking to you is because you are the only one who knows what has changed in the past 1000 years and can still lead the Dragon Clan," Al pulled out his hand from Luther. wrist, “but you are not my brother anymore.”

Luther's face turned ugly.

"As long as you can forgive me, I can do anything," he lowered his eyes and said softly, "...I know that tricks can't fool you, but at least until you recover all your memories, I don't want The first thing you know is that I killed your consciousness."

"Then you know how I was able to find out that wasn't really my memory?"

"..."

Al stared at the black-haired man, and said slowly: "Because Ceci would not do that to me. And what I saw in you before, I once thought it was the essence of illusion, no matter what, I did notice it arrive."

The eyes that fell on him time and time again—not just looking at his brother, Al noticed, but didn't quite understand.

And Luther's indifferent attitude towards Xilin and Gaia also let Al understand that this man is indeed special to him.

And when Luther gave orders to his subordinates to deal with human beings, Al realized that he was wearing a mask—Luther looked different in front of him and in front of others.When in front of him, Luther would listen to his thoughts quietly, smiling without interrupting or refuting, but those words never really entered his heart.

Therefore, when he decided to face Sisi, what Al said was indeed to Luther.

"If this continues, the Dragon Clan will be destroyed one day. The reason for the destruction will not be anything else, but ourselves."

Not only that, Luther will destroy himself one day.

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