Frost Wings

The research institute is located in a medium-sized town, and the environment of the town is not very good.

Bailong hides under the corner of the adobe wall - grass mixed with mud, thatch cover, and even tiles are rare. From this, it can be seen that the living standards of the public here are generally not very good.

However, there was a strange liveliness in the center of the town.

He saw many people with horses setting up stalls on the street, selling all kinds of strange and different styles of goods, horse teams coming and going along the wide avenue, there was even a slave market in the center of the town, wizards in red Send the mentally disturbed slaves to the carts.

Transportation hub...?

To be able to preside over this kind of place, it seems that my mentor has a high status in their organization.

Bai Long secretly judged.

The climate in the Saar region is generally hot. Fortunately, the modified scales have good thermal insulation properties. Despite this, he narrowed his eyes and slowed his breathing to minimize the impact of the high temperature on these organs.

There were patrolling soldiers and bald heads in red robes on the city wall, and no one seemed to notice a small white dragon sneaking in the shadows of the town.

Watching the servant walk into a remote alley, Long took a tomato from the vegetable stand and swallowed it. He swallowed one and touched another. His movements were lightning fast, so that the vegetable was negotiating with the buyer. The dealer didn't notice, these two tomatoes gave Bai Long's stomach a huge satisfaction - there are very few things in the dragon's stomach that can't be digested, not to mention this thing is sweet and full of sugar.

The servant entered the alley, not paying attention to the shame of a certain vegetarian dragon and jumped gently to the top of the beam, where Adi Saen and the person he had made an appointment with met - this is a family that is quite popular in the north. The famous adventure team, they have been active in Thrall for three years, with the chaotic situation in the east, the dark rule of Thrall, it is very difficult to be active for such a long time, of course, this is also because the leader of this mercenary organization and A certain wizard has a relationship.

"What did you want to do when you found us?" He waved the curved-edged sword in his hand.

"Kill a dragon, white dragon." Adi San said.

"Boy, are you kidding us? This place is 800 miles away from the Great Glacier." The mercenary captain glanced at him: "Where are we going to find the White Dragon for you to kill?"

"It's not that far." The servant smiled: "It's right here in Shuangyue Town, in my uncle's research institute."

"Oh? Then you can do it yourself?" The mercenary captain was surprised: "As you often do, there is an experimental error or something."

"The problem is... he's my uncle's apprentice."

The expressions of several mercenaries suddenly became as if they had eaten shit. They exchanged eye contact for a while, and the mercenary captain's expression became serious, and he put the ridge of the curved-blade broadsword on the servant's neck: "Boy, we suspect you now. Really making fun of us."

"I don't need ten gold coins for an appointment to make you happy. Although I have money, I don't have enough money yet."

What the servant said made the mercenary captain nodded: "I'll give you a minute to explain."

"You know, in addition to taking care of this Shuangyue Town, my uncle also studied at the Tower of Eight Leaves when he was young."

"I know, the lucky one of the Aier branch~" The mercenary captain smiled, and his expression was a bit mocking when he smiled, but he quickly restrained his emotions and glanced cautiously at the red robe on the city wall. The patroller seemed to have some kind of vigilance and fear: "Boy, forget this sentence."

"Okay, I'll forget about it, after all, I have a request from you." The servant nodded: "This white dragon is the agreement apprentice assigned to my uncle by the Tower of Eight Leaves. You don't have to doubt that this dragon can speak normally. , very intelligent, although it's only a young dragon. It seems to be a mutant, and you know that stupid trolls often have super-intelligent beings."

"Oh? That's interesting." The mercenary captain withdrew the broadsword.

"Wait, Captain, I just finished dealing with my teacher's urgent matter in the morning, and then I used the teleportation technique to teleport to Thrall to find you." The Teflin warlock in the mercenary group suddenly took out a piece of paper: "Recently, there are indeed some in the north. Speaking of a white young dragon with extraordinary intelligence and a maniac who passed the entrance exam to the Tower of Eight Leaves, it happened in Varda, north of my teacher's residence, where many mages are now offering a reward for it."

"Oh? So it's very likely that what this kid said is true?" The mercenary leader looked at the white dragon drawn on the wanted notice, and couldn't help frowning: "But what is the addiction to the law?"

"A kind of mental illness, um." The warlock thought for a while and explained: "You know that dragons, like us, rely on the power of digging blood to cast spells, so the number of spells that can be dug out is generally limited and affected by age. Constraints. So there are some dragons who like magic to the point of going mad... and learn to collect spells like a wizard. Well, according to the dragon's own research and the research of humanoid spellcasters, it has been confirmed that this is actually a problem for dragons. mental disorder."

"Is it a mental illness?" The mercenary captain nodded: "A mentally ill dragon has found a red-clothed wizard as a mentor, which sounds a bit fun."

"It looks yes and it's really fun." The warlock nodded.

"So kid, you're still playing with us." The mercenary captain's expression changed, and he put the big knife on Adi Saen's neck again - this time it was the blade.

Adi Saen's face finally changed. He watched the mercenary captain keep slapping his face with the wanted notice. The paper slapped the servant's face and made a snapping sound.

The mercenary captain said angrily: "It says: If you capture this dragon alive and send it to the wizard of Valch, you will get a reward of 30,000 gold coins. You want us to do it with 1,500 gold coins?"

"No, you can also give them the corpse. According to this wanted order, you can get half of the 15,000 gold coins." Adi Saen rolled his eyes and said: "I can give out another 15,500 gold coins, not only to make up for your losses, It will also save you the tolls for going back and forth!"

A few mercenaries looked at each other, all showing moving expressions, the mercenary captain snorted and put down the knife on Adi's neck.

"It's easier to transport dead corpses than living creatures." The servant breathed a sigh of relief and persuaded, "Isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, but your kid is very rich. I knew that your uncle became a new rich with the whole family after he became prosperous, and monopolized the trade route from Shuangyue Town to Cesc. Now it's a well-deserved reputation." The mercenary captain sneered: "However, if I find another buyer in the country, can I sell it for a higher price?"

"20,000 gold coins will give you a bigger profit and save you the trouble of finding buyers." Adi gritted his teeth: "In the end, he's just a young dragon, and he can't sell it for so much money even if he dismantles it and sells the materials. Come."

"It sounds reasonable, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but what should your uncle do?"

"Don't worry." It seemed that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Adi suddenly had a strange smile on his face: "Sir, you are friends with Lord Mockridge, and you should have heard of the prophecy that the dragon died. , my uncle will only be happy, how can he blame you? On the contrary, if it survives, my uncle will settle the account with you. "

"That prophecy... it's true..." The head of the mercenary team finally showed a sincere smile. He patted Adi on the shoulder: "When will we start?"

"The sooner the better, it depends on your time, but it's best within three days." Adi smiled fiercely: "My uncle went to Ayr Province to report his work, and he can't leave within three days, which is absolutely impossible. Good chance, the institute's protection is lax, and now even the **** protection treaty of the Eight Leaf Tower can't work."

"That boy, just wait for our good news."

The six mercenaries laughed boldly, watching them gradually walk away, the servant let out a long sigh, and soon his face showed a mixture of viciousness and joy, like a colorful scorpion.

How dare you be my uncle's apprentice? Must die, must die, must die!

He muttered viciously to himself, walked down an alley, and suddenly laughed frivolously: "You thought you could learn magic? Stupid dragon! Once you enter here, your death is already doomed! No one can save you!"

"Is it?"

A low and clear voice sounded in his ear, accompanied by a chill.

Adi was shocked, and before he had time to turn around, he was dragged into the yard on the side of the alley by a sharp object. He suppressed it, and couldn't help but let out a scream.