"Although I have read about it many times in books," Karen said, taking a sip of the hot chocolate in her cup and letting the warmth drive away the chill in her heart, "listening to the person involved still made me break out in a cold sweat."

The most hated bloody butcher of the Imperial Army was sitting opposite him. When he heard this, he raised the cup in his hand to signal to Karen, and then smiled like an innkeeper.

Karen forced out a smile to respond to him. No one would compare the red-haired man opposite him, who looked like a countryman with a harmless smile, to the man who slaughtered two Dragon Pride brigade groups.

of scary demons.

He glanced at Saren uneasily, but the latter didn't seem to pay attention to him. He held his cheek with one hand and kept stirring the silver spoon in the coffee cup with the other hand, looking at it with boredom.

Looking at the scenery outside the window.

What if this man is still thinking about revenge on the Empire? Will he assassinate the Emperor? Or storm into the government building in the Imperial Capital and kill all the people who worked in the Ministry of Justice? Oh my God, that's too scary. Royal

The Rune Division will not be his opponent. No one is his opponent. Even Talos must respectfully call him teacher. Oh my God, if the government building catches fire, it will be spectacular...

Karen looked at him and was caught up in all kinds of strange associations. He saw a raging fire burning in the government building in the imperial capital. Saren, who had transformed into a dragon, walked out from the door of the building with a grin. Under his feet was

The head of the legal department who keeps climbing out.

He saw the Minister of Justice turning his head and waving his hands towards Saren with a pleading look on his face, but Saren still laughed wildly and stepped on his left foot hard.

"Ah!" As the foot fell hard, and at the moment when the Minister of Justice's head shattered, Karen couldn't help but let out a loud cry, and then her consciousness became slightly clearer.

"Are you okay?" His cry alerted the innkeeper who was in a daze. Karen came back to her senses and found that the red-haired man was looking at her with concern, "You look bad, your face is extremely pale.

There are beads of sweat on your head," he said worriedly, "Do you need to take a rest?"

"I must be crazy, thinking about some random things here," Karen thought with some embarrassment as she woke up from her endless thoughts.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he recalled where he was, and quickly said to Saren, who was about to get up with a concerned face, "Really, I'm fine, I just thought about some things in the past.

"

"Don't push yourself too hard," Saren said with a doubtful look on his face, but he still sat back on the chair, "Just tell me if you need anything."

"Uh, okay," Karen wiped the sweat from her head, "I do have a question to ask you, but I was wondering if it might be inappropriate."

"Say what you have to say." Saren waved his hand at the young writer nonchalantly, indicating that he would not take it to heart.

"You know, you defeated the two Dragon Pride brigades by yourself," Karen thought about how to choose words and sentences to make herself appear less rude. "I have read the records. Dragon

Zhipiao's brigade was not full at that time, but even so, you still killed nearly 5,000 of the 12,000 people."

When he said this, he took a deep breath and asked a question that even he thought was a bit sharp: "After you committed...killed so many lives, will you have nightmares because of it?"

"Honestly," to his surprise, the innkeeper was not angry about this. He put down the hand holding his cheek and stopped spinning the spoon in the coffee cup, "I did."

Saren put the coffee spoon on the tray, raised the cup and took a sip of coffee, his face full of serious thinking, "Frankly speaking," he put down the cup and showed a gentle smile to Karen, "In the beginning,

I did not sleep well, but not to the point of having nightmares."

"You have to know that since I experienced those things in my childhood," Saren looked a little sad, "I am no longer afraid of nightmares. For me, what happened that summer is the real nightmare."

"I'm sorry," Karen looked at the obviously depressed man in front of her, feeling a little at a loss, "I shouldn't have mentioned..."

"It's okay, Karen, it's okay," Saren raised his hand, interrupting Karen's somewhat confused apology, "It's been so long. What should have been healed has already been healed. What cannot be healed, no amount of apology will be enough."

Nothing can be done.”

Karen fell silent. He looked at the man in front of him and didn't know what to say for a moment. The young hotel owner stopped talking. He looked away from other places and looked at the ongoing conversation with some sadness.

Burning fireplace.

The hotel suddenly fell into an uncomfortable silence, neither of them spoke anymore, only the sound of sparks crackling and the dancing sparks were left.

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Kaledos was still flapping its wings non-stop. It was already late at night. For this blue dragon, the hurricane in the sky hanging on his face was not painful, but the cold feeling was indeed

It made him very uncomfortable.

"It was such a 'beautiful' night," Carredos couldn't help complaining even though he was mentally prepared. "Karen and my teacher sat by the warm fire while I rushed

On the day's journey, I have to continue to flap my wings in the howling cold wind until I reach the even colder snowy mountains!"

"What's even more disgusting is," the dragon of Kaledos showed an extremely human expression on his face. He gritted his teeth fiercely to vent his dissatisfaction, "these two guys are still talking.

Stories, Saren’s stories, tell them without me!”

The wind was very strong at night and there were many clouds in the sky. Fortunately, he could still see the stars in the sky and would not lose his way.

Continuous flying is an extremely boring and painful thing. Just when Kaledos's impatience reached its peak and he was about to descend to the ground for a short rest, a white mountain range stretching across the land appeared.

in his field of vision.

"Thank you Terex! I'm finally here!" Kaledos could no longer suppress his emotions and shouted excitedly in mid-air. If you listen carefully, you can find that there is a trace of impatience in the roar.

meaning.

"I haven't been back for a long time," Kaledos slowly flew towards the Jackdaw Mountains, thinking worriedly, "Is mother okay? Is there any new member of the family born?"

"Anyway," the young blue dragon shook his huge head, "I will give the things to the craftsman, then go home to visit my mother, and then rush back as fast as possible. I have to let Saren

Tell me all the stories you missed during this period."

Speaking of his mission, the blue dragon suddenly discovered a problem after calming down: his beloved young teacher didn't seem to tell him where the craftsman named Metzlock lived in the Jackdaw Mountains.

A bad premonition arose in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at the huge Jackdaw Mountains at his feet. For the first time, he felt the desire to strangle his teacher to death.

In desperation, he had no choice but to change direction in mid-air and fly towards his hometown first. Even after walking for a while, he still knew where his hometown was.

The clouds and cold wind were left behind him, and the Jackdaw Mountains continued to expand in his field of vision. He continued to fly downward until two other blue dragons appeared from somewhere in the mountains and flew towards him quickly.

come over.

"Please stop...are you? Kaledos!?" Two giant blue dragons approached him one after another. The dragon in front first shouted to him seriously, but then quickly

It stopped and turned into a somewhat uncertain question.

"It's me," Kaledos immediately recognized the giant dragon in front of him, "You look in good spirits, Wooddos."

"Oh my God, it's really you, Kare," Wooddos became obviously excited after receiving the confirmed answer. "How long have you been out, seven years? Ten years? I don't know," Wooddos said somewhat

Incoherently, "I mean, everyone misses you so much!"

"I have only been walking for four years, Wood," Kaledos responded cheerfully. He then looked at the blue dragon behind Wooddos curiously, "Who is this?"

"Oh! By the way," Wooddos nodded and turned his body to the side, revealing some petite blue dragons behind him. "This is Windgosha, who just reached adulthood three years ago.

Come out of the dragon's lair."

"Hello," Kaledos smiled at her and raised his front left paw to show friendship, "Learn flying skills from Wooddos?"

"Hello," Windgosha was obviously a little afraid of strangers. She kept shrinking back, and her vertical pupils kept scanning Kaledos. "Are you the Kaledos who went out?" She was a little curious.

He asked, "Everyone is talking about you and your powerful half-dragon teacher."

"Ah, yes," Kaledos flapped his wings and said somewhat proudly: "He is a good teacher and taught me a lot. He just likes to make me run errands, but you know, he is my teacher after all.

Well, look at how he used to..."

"Stop," Wooddos interrupted the gushing Carredos, "We all know how close you are to your teacher. My suggestion is that you go back with us to see your mother first. She

I have been missing you very much, and then you have a lot of time to tell Wen Legosha about your teacher."

Kaledos nodded, closed his mouth under Veregosa's expectant gaze, and followed them to fly towards the Jackdaw Mountains.

Wooddos took the lead in flapping his wings and slowly landed on the ground. The hurricane he brought caused the branches in the forest to shake violently, and the broken snow continued to fall towards the ground.

Kaledos and Windegosa kept hovering in mid-air until Woodods turned into a young human man and then landed in the open space one after another.

Kalledos smiled slightly, imitating Wooddos's appearance, and soon changed back to the appearance of a young waiter, and walked to the young man in his twenties.

Wen Legosha seemed to have just grown up, so it was difficult to use the transformation technique. It took her a while to transform into a beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a waterfall of black hair hanging down behind her.

Smiling, she followed her two brothers.

"It looks like nothing has changed," Carla sighed meaningfully as she walked on the familiar mountain trail, "it's just the same as when I left."

"Then you are wrong, Carre," Wooddos, who was walking beside him, immediately smiled, "We have just repaired the temple."

"Has the temple been repaired?" Carla's eyes lit up when she heard the news, and a stronger smile appeared on her face. "I remember that when I left, this was just an idea of ​​my mother's."

"Yes, it was repaired last year," Wooddos nodded proudly, "Actually, we are heading to the temple now, and your mother is already the chief priest of Trax."

"She must be very happy," Kara couldn't control the expression on her face anymore and laughed contentedly, "As a maid and believer of Trax, she has always wanted to build a temple for this dragon god."

"Yes, when the temple was built, the mistress offered to be the chief priest of this temple. Ah, here we are," Wooddos stopped and bent slightly forward, "This is it, the Trex Temple.

, the crystallization of our blue dragon’s sweat and wisdom.”

Kaledos raised his head and was deeply shocked by the sight in front of him. In front of him was an extremely majestic temple. The two towering pillars in front of the temple were located at the far left and right ends of the entrance to the temple. Together, they supported

A more ornate dome extended from the temple entrance wall.

The outer wall of the dome is engraved with dragon language, and the two pillars supporting the dome are engraved with various and exquisite reliefs.

In the center of the entrance is an extremely large and heavy black door. This door is big enough for a giant dragon to walk into the temple in its original form, not in a human or other transformed form.

On both sides of the entrance, there are huge braziers also carved from black stone. The orange-red flames inside burn brightly in the night sky, illuminating everything around them.

"I admit..." Kaledos murmured to himself, "I really didn't expect it to be so spectacular at first."

"It took us a lot of effort," Wooddos said proudly. He was proud of his capital. He was one of the people who built the temple. "Come on, the mistress is inside."
To be continued...