The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

royal capital

Opal District·Atanisa Street

If the Opal District is a gorgeous crown wrapped in the dirty Nika District, then the area near Atanesa Street is undoubtedly one of the brightest pearls in this crown.

The Earl of Liaton's Palace, located in this area, is eye-catching for its magnificent architectural style and unique design.

This mansion seems to have stepped out of a fairy tale, completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world and the trivialities of reality.

The outer wall of the Earl's Palace is made of solid stones, towering into the clouds. The design of the wall with vines and flowers is both safe and beautiful. The huge wall surrounds the entire mansion, making it look like a palace in the royal capital. Like an independent small town.

The entrance to the mansion is a majestic city gate. The huge wooden door leaf is carved with fine patterns. In front of the door is a spacious and gorgeous avenue lined with tall pines and cypress trees.

At this moment, Bill was standing silently between the guardians of two rows of towering ancient trees.

They seem to be the guardians of time, witnessing the passage of time.

His eyes passed through the gaps in the treetops and fell on the outer wall of the majestic castle. The murals and reliefs inlaid there were like the whispers of history, telling endless past events in stone carvings.

Under the attention of these exquisite arts, Bill couldn't help but hold the dazzling staff tighter, exuding subtle magic fluctuations.

"call--"

With a deep and long sigh.

He gathered the courage in his heart, like a warrior in the past, raised his head, and walked resolutely towards the home that was supposed to represent safety and warmth, but was also full of complex emotions.

no surprises

At the end of the neat, bright, almost mirror-like marble steps, a silver-haired old man stood respectfully.

His servants' clothing is simple and respectful, showing his loyalty and dignity. Although time has given him a head full of white hair, every strand is combed flawlessly, showing his unswerving quality and ingenuity.

"Master, welcome home."

The old servant knelt on one knee and looked up at the rejuvenated young man, his voice low and full of respect.

His etiquette was so perfect that even the most demanding old nobles among the nobility could not fault him.

Bill's eyes were intertwined with complex emotions as he stared at the meticulous old servant:

"Master Will...butler."

His voice was faint, and there was a slight hesitation in his mouth. It seemed that the call from his youth was echoing in his mind, but he did not say it in full in the end.

As time goes by, the trees remain, and the old servants remain unchanged.

But some memories and feelings have gone with time and will never return.

"The master said last night that if you come back, you should go directly to the back garden to meet him."

The old butler lowered his head and said as he unfolded the luxurious purple velvet robe. It was dotted with stars and the sun and moon shined together, symbolizing the glory and secrets of the family.

He carefully draped it around Bill's shoulders, adjusting the collar gently and carefully with his hands.

It wasn't until this moment that the silver-haired old man's face showed a touch of warmth, and he warned in a gentle voice:

"The spring day is as cold as water, young master, please take care of yourself."

This sentence is not just concern, it is the protection condensed over the years, and the old servant's silent love and blessing for the young master.

Bill nodded silently.

Under the watchful eye of the old butler, Bill expressionlessly pushed open the door that seemed as heavy as a mountain but was actually as light as cotton wool.

inside the closed door

There are no gorgeous buildings, no expensive collections, just flowers that almost fill the entire world.

This is a sea of ​​flowers.

He stepped on the delicate petals and bathed in the sunshine, as if he had entered a world full of vitality and hope.

The old butler stood quietly outside the door, letting the wind in the Earl's Mansion blow up his collar and mess up his hair.

He did not move, but watched closely as the figure stepped into the sea of ​​flowers step by step until it disappeared around the corner.

Just like more than ten years ago, he watched the young Bill step into the family's forbidden territory under the leadership of his father.

"The back garden of the Earl's Mansion is an absolutely forbidden area, and no one is allowed to enter without permission!"

This is a lesson that countless curious servants have learned through their own lives, and it is also what the once high-spirited Earl said when he warned the old housekeeper for the only time.

Why.

Master, what on earth are you doing there? Bill is your biological child.

As the castle door closed again, a wordless sigh gradually dissipated.

He is a steward, but only a steward.

Earls Court

In the back garden

Under the warm false sunshine, Bill seemed to be lost in a place of forgetfulness, bathed in a gorgeous dream-like sea of ​​flowers.

Every step on this pure land seems to awaken countless fragments of childhood dreams.

His soul has woven countless fantasy scarves here, building a secret garden of his own, a haven full of life and laughter, where his soul can be released to its fullest and forget the troubles of the world.

However, when the door of memory is reopened, in the dense fragrance of flowers, the sleeping past comes like a nightmare, turning that simple happiness into endless fear and deep hatred.

The real world is always cruel. Even the most beautiful sea of ​​flowers hides dark secrets and forbidden temptations.

Following the guidance of the memory that was deeply imprinted by time, Bill walked around the maze in the back garden. Although his steps were solemn, they were mechanical and silent.

Forward and backward are a series of extremely precise dance steps, and every move is a farewell to the past.

Until the last step is completed, the light blue barrier that suddenly appears in front of you is like a portal to another world, quietly showing its mysterious face.

Bill reached out and touched the barrier, and his fingers seemed to have crossed the boundary between light and shadow, causing an unusual ripple.

The water rippled, and the ripples spread to the end, and the scene in the barrier was also revealed.

Looking from the outside to the inside, there is still a beautiful sea of ​​flowers in the barrier. The overwhelming flowers seem to gather all the flowers in the star world. They are blooming, blooming and withering here.

With a numb expression, Bill stretched out his left hand and placed it completely on the barrier until his palm was completely covered by the magic circle.

"Bo!"

Suddenly, ripples like water waves quickly echoed throughout the back garden.

When the ripples dissipated, a sudden crack slowly appeared on the verified barrier.

Bill lowered his arm and subconsciously wiped his hand on his expensive purple robe without leaving any trace.

This action has long been engraved into his instincts along with those nightmarish memories.

A black space entrance slowly opened on the barrier, like a crack in the deep night sky, seeming to swallow up all light.

Facing this abyss-like darkness, Bill bit his lips and allowed the bitter and metallic taste of blood to spread in his mouth.

He was struggling in his heart, wanting to escape from this fear from the past and the unknown.

But Bill knew that escaping was not the way out. Only facing it could solve the problems that had restrained him for many years.

He took a deep breath and stepped through the barrier.

"boom!"

In an instant, the world reversed, and all the pictures exploded like broken lenses. The true appearance of the earl's back garden was finally revealed in front of Bill again.

There was no sea of ​​flowers in front of us, just countless giant glass petri dishes.

Exuding green cold light, huge glass life-support devices, and busy icy structures.

The scene in front of me was in sharp contrast to the beautiful sea of ​​flowers I just saw outside.

This is a cold experimental field built of glass and metal, a test tube garden for cultivating terrifying new life!

In the green culture fluid, various monsters of different shapes are floating. They are as quiet as sleeping babies and are sealed in giant transparent dishes.

These monsters include common gray horned rabbits and blue sheep, as well as drow, mermaids, and even rare intelligent beings such as naga.

They should be shining freely under the stars, but at this moment, whether they are agile blue sheep or elegant mermaids, they are all sleeping in this indifferent artificial "paradise".

The strange thing is that these creatures seem to be no different from water creatures. Even the magical beasts on land can breathe in the water, as if they have been cast by some kind of magic.

And within the bodies of these quietly floating beings, there is an even more astonishing secret hidden.

"There are more types than before I escaped."

"That guy, has he never stopped in all these years?"

Bill gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly under his robe. The bizarre staff was almost crushed by the surge of anger and fear.

Ignore the structures around you that are responsible for care, repair, and repetitive mechanical work.

Bill held the staff, slowly walked down the steps, and walked step by step towards the deepest part of the entire space.

The deeper you go, the higher the level of the monsters you see, and the larger the petri dish becomes.

In the deepest corner, Bill even found a young red dragon!

Although her body is only ten meters long, her aura can still be seen as the king of her race.

In the green liquid, the baby dragon curled its body, sleeping peacefully, as if waiting in a dream for the moment to return to the sky.

But all the beautiful longings were suddenly broken by an unspeakable fear.

Because the abdomens of all the monsters, including the female red dragon, are bulging extremely prominently - proving that they are not just ordinary breeding places, but are forced to become production machines, with unknown new lives gestating in their bodies. New life may be a future disaster.

Just when Bill was watching all this blankly

Sudden! The female red dragon that was bound and imprisoned suddenly opened her dragon eyes.

The red and violent eyes penetrated the crystal-like glass petri dish and locked onto the young man in front of him. The anger and hatred in that moment burned the air, trying to break through all restrictions.

The red dragon eyes looked at Bill, and the violent killing intent almost broke through the cage.

After years of captivity and transformation, she has long lost her ability to speak, and even the rebellious instinct of the red dragon has long been eradicated.

What is left is only the pure heart of revenge that is still supporting the skin called the red dragon to keep the beating of life.

Bill's heart was touched by this silent cry.

Subconsciously.

He turned his head in panic, facing away from the angry eyes, avoiding the gaze of the red dragon.

Then, many constructs seemed to have discovered the anomaly here. They walked to the huge glass petri dish with ease and used displacement magic to pour some pink mist into the green liquid.

Soon, the red dragon slowly closed its eyes again unwillingly.

But the overwhelming hatred that erupted in that moment was deeply imprinted in Bill's heart.

"Who made her become like this, and who."

Bill was struggling fiercely deep in his heart, fear and desire intertwined into an inescapable web, tightly entangled in his soul.

He desperately tried not to speculate on that terrible answer, but the answer seemed to mock his powerlessness and cowardice.

While Bill was at war in his mind, the constructs that were originally indifferent to him collectively froze their movements.

Their heads turned abruptly, and their broken joints made a creepy sound. All eyes were focused on this uninvited outsider.

The next moment, a decayed and old voice came from the mouths of these mechanical creatures, like an echo from the abyss:

"Bill, my most perfect son, you are finally willing to come back."

Facing his father's call, Bill only felt a coldness pass through his heart. He clenched his fists and did not answer. He just stared at the red-light crystals above the heads of the constructs.

He knew that his father was observing him through these "eyes".

Bill's performance seemed to be as expected by his father. He did not embarrass his son who had returned home after a long absence. Instead, he warmly invited:

"Come, my child, I am always waiting for you in our home."

Perhaps in Earl Liaton's view, Bill's silence and resistance were reasonable.

He did not impose force on his son, but in a seductive tone, he eagerly invited Bill to return to this cage called "home".

As the words fall

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In an instant, all humanoid constructs fell to the ground one after another. They used their twisted bodies as road signs, opening up a dark road in front of Bill.

Yes, these constructs are locks and keys to the ultimate secret.

If an outsider breaks in and damages any of the constructs, they will be expelled by invisible forces and lose the opportunity to enter the core forever.

And Earl Liaton, the owner of the laboratory, will definitely take the opportunity to escape and return to other hiding places.

Yes, this underground space is just one of his many laboratories.

Bill looked around, and those sleeping "Sleeping Beauties" made his heart tremble. Their silence and peace were so ironic.

But soon, his heart became as firm as steel.

Bill held the staff tightly and strode along the dark path paved by the constructs through the imaginary garden composed of these dense glass petri dishes, heading towards the real destination-his "home".

Through endless shadows and undercurrents, Bill came to the end of the road.

A piece of birch wood board with a simple space teleportation circle engraved on it was clearly displayed in front of Bill's eyes.

The strange thing is that there seems to be some kind of decorative text on this magic circle that is as exquisite as a work of art. The decorative text on it is exquisite and profound, and its almost artistic beauty seems particularly abrupt in this dark laboratory. (End of chapter)