"Hill!" Terry yelled in shock, "What is that sound? Why is it so scary!"
"The snoring sound of Terry the Golden Dragon." Hill smiled and held up the bell to show him, "This is Hill's special collection, are you surprised?"
"No way!" Terry roared, "I never snore!"
"Do you want to listen again? I'm happy to help!" Hill held the bell and stared at the tough-tongued Golden Dragon.
"No!" Terry quickly shook his head. In fact, he was just being stubborn.
Each dragon has a different pronunciation method. After calming down, Terry was actually sure that it was his own voice.
"Don't your family members say anything about your snoring?" Hill asked hesitantly, "You know your room has a soundproof circle! I can't even stay next door."
"My dad said it, but I didn't believe it, and I even had a fight with him." Terry stretched his wings and flew back to his big bed, rubbing his still aching head on the thick and soft pillow, "
But my mother also said that I didn’t influence her!”
"Doesn't her statement mean that you still snore, but it's just your mother's endurance that allowed her to survive?" Hill asked questioningly.
"My mother doesn't actually stay in the Dragon's Nest that much." Terry squatted down and sounded a little depressed, "Although my father always goes out, he goes home to sleep most of the time.
It’s just my mother. Ever since I left the baby dragon state, she hasn’t been home often!
What's the point of patrolling that little territory? You can get most of the information just by staying in the dragon's lair!
My mother sent many of her men out, why did she have to go out by herself! She even took my father away too!
You won’t even come back for my birthday!”
Hill couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Did this kid run away from home because his mother didn't go back to celebrate his birthday?
Terry looked at Hill's expression and said a little disappointed: "Actually, you have also guessed that I am from Fukong Mountain, right?
I can feel that although your bloodline is very strong, you are not a dragon.
So you don't understand, it was my 80th birthday, it was very important.
I am almost on the verge of adulthood and will soon be kicked out of my home.
Although my parents wanted to find me a mountain range in their territory, I really didn't want to leave Fukong Mountain.
But this is the tradition of Jinlong, so I can only obey it.
I actually just want to get my parents' blessing at such a critical time.
But just for some businessman, they chose to give up my birthday and go to Silvermoon City to cause trouble!
I won’t care if you say you will compensate me!”
"Then why did you come to Silvermoon City?" Hill said with a smile, "You see, your parents still care about you."
Hill took out the portrait of Terry issued by Silvermoon City and showed it to him.
"What happened?" Terry asked keenly, and then explained, "I came to Silver Moon City not to find them, I smelled the treasure! I didn't expect it to be a trap set by the Dragon Worship Cult, and I almost came to it.
He would be dead."
"What do you mean?" Hill was stunned for a moment.
"He is a young man dressed in gold. He smells of money all over his body." Terry covered his face with his paws in embarrassment, "He is so weak, but he may be carrying tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins.
, I just couldn’t hold it back.
He came to Silver Moon City, I just followed him to see if I had a chance to make a move, hehe~
But I use a human form!
When my dad took me out to play, he gave me a pair of gloves that I could use to disguise myself as a human.
But that guy turned out to be a bait for the Dragon Worship Cult. I was discovered as soon as I got there, and I destroyed a lot of treasures and managed to escape with my life.
I thought I might have been poisoned, so I tried my best to run into Silvery Moon City. I even used up the golden dragon blessing gems my mother gave me!
But luckily, they happened to be cleaning this big house, and while they were leaving, I slipped in.
I'm really lucky, I was saved by you before I was almost poisoned to death. This must be my fate!"
Hill was silent for half a minute before saying: "That's Wo'jin's favored one. It's normal to have money, but he showed off his wealth too much and was killed by the Shadow Walkers."
"Is the money gone?" Terry said disappointedly, "I still want to settle the score with him in the future!"
You are just greedy for that gold! Hill muttered in his heart.
"What haven't you said yet?" Terry saw Hill's expression and quickly changed the subject, "Since I ran away, according to Jinlong's rules, 80 years old is the age to go out and see. My mother won't
Suddenly came to me.
Unless it feels like I'm dying.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be so desperate this time. I don't know if the thing that made me dream was poison or a curse, but it wouldn't let me die. I could feel that it was the thing that made me become someone else's puppet.
I thought at that time that if it was really hopeless, when those guys came for me, I would burn my blood and die with them."
Hill shook his head: "It's better to die than to live. How can I risk my life when I have nothing to do."
Seeing Terry's unconvinced expression, he told the golden dragon what had happened recently.
Terry's expression became extremely rich, changing constantly with Hill's words.
Finally, it settled on ‘Oh My God’.
"Your parents may not have left Silvermoon City yet." Hill asked him, "Why don't you go say hello?"
"No." Terry came back to his senses immediately and shook his head, "Whenever you go to the Swamp of the Dead, I will follow you." He flapped his wings: "If I can stand firm in the Sword Mountain Range, I will go with you.
Send them a message."
Hill sighed: "At least give them the news that you are safe! Your mother will definitely be anxious."
Terry stood up and walked down the stairs: "No need~ There are my scales and blood in the floating mountain. My mother can see if I am intact as soon as she goes back.
I was injured some time ago and my scales must have darkened, so she might be a little worried.
But it must still be so shiny now!
Hill, I'm hungry! I can eat a pig!"
Before Hill came to wake him up, he ordered Martha to prepare food. Before Terry finished speaking, Martha filed in with the puppet.
"Ah~ it smells so good!" Terry exclaimed and plunged into the long dining table set up under his dragon's nest.
Hill looked at the heartless little Golden Dragon and finally gave up on helping him contact his parents.
Judging from Terry's performance, the dragon's family concept seems to be very different from that of humans.
He cannot use his own style of doing things to demand a dragon, even a lawful good golden dragon.
Hill touched his pendant. Aglaia was already prepared, but now she was a little bored.
Fortunately, Liszt was with her.
"My farm is almost ready for harvest." Hill walked to the couch next to the wall on the ground floor and sat down. "Let's leave after harvesting! Just come back every once in a while to collect letters."
Hill thought that he would have to put a fresh-keeping warehouse in the crystal house on the farm, so that he wouldn't have to rush.
Just pick up the ingredients once when you come back to receive the mail.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Terry asked vaguely, chewing a large ham in his mouth, "Winter is coming soon! I thought you had to wait until next spring before going out.
Also, if it’s too cold, I’ll want to hibernate.”
"I have ways to keep warm." Hill replied calmly, "Besides, if you want to sleep, that's no problem. I will help you build a safer dragon's nest."
"Well..." Terry glanced at the wall he just hit, "Are you going to give it to me for free? My friend! If there are all these walls, you will probably go bankrupt!"
A real dragon's nest wouldn't be as small as a three-story building.
"I'm very rich, Terry." Hill smiled, "The reason I'm famous in Silvermoon City is because Wo'jin's favored bidder lost to me."
The half steak in Terry's mouth fell to the table with a thud. He turned his head sharply with a force that almost broke his neck, and said word by word: "You! Did you win that Jin Shining by bidding?
"
Hill smiled and nodded: "If I can afford the land in the Swamp of the Dead, you should know that I am rich!"
Terry picked up his steak and continued to chew on it: "That's different! The land may not be obtained with money! You are so strong, there must be something you can do."
Hill shook his head helplessly: "Generally speaking, I try to do things within the rules."
Terry said nonchalantly: "Even if you are a lawful camp, as long as you are strong enough, you can make your own rules."
Hill smiled and changed the subject: "Recently, the Lord of Deepwater City has invited many great mages over, and they seem to be going to do something big.
I don’t really like to get involved in this kind of thing, but as long as I’m in Silvermoon City, someone will definitely come to test me, so I might as well leave.”
"Black stick?" Terry asked doubtfully and immediately said, "Then let's leave early! My parents won't participate. Who wants to cooperate with that conspirator! Unless they want to become dragon skin."
After eating and drinking, Terry took out a pair of gloves.
As soon as the long gloves were put on his paws, Terry quickly shrank in size.
A young warrior wearing leather armor appeared in front of Hill.
He is tall and muscular, wearing a silver-black leather jacket and pants. He not only has long golden hair, but also a pair of golden eyes.
He is actually quite handsome, with a three-dimensional and strong nose, and a bit thin lips. When he proudly shows himself to Hill, his movements are also quite graceful.
It's a pity that although he looks like an adult, his slightly sullen expression shows that he is still childish.
Hill glanced at Terry's hands, and the gloves had disappeared from his skin.
This should be the dragon’s camouflage treasure ‘soft gloves’.
Terry's true identity will be discovered wearing this glove. He must be too close to the favored one.
No matter how weak Vol'jin's power is, he is still a god, and his perception must be very powerful.
Sure enough, greed is the original sin.
"When are we leaving?" Terry also sat on the sofa, of course, holding a baked ham pie in his hand.
"In three days." Hill replied, "I will go to the farm tomorrow and I have to write a letter to a friend."