Tome of Blood

Chapter 335 -185- My name is Eudocia

I am a badly wounded black dragon.

I don't know where I come from, or where my home is, and even my name was given by someone else.

I still clearly remember when I just woke up.

It was a miserable time, when I huddled weakly in the mineshaft in the endless darkness, tormented by the tearing of my wounds and the agony of my soul.

There is no memory, no past, only the severe pain of bruises all over the body, and some kind of fear left in the depths of the soul.

In the dark, I seem to hear an ethereal female voice whispering in my ear:

"It turns out...it's like this..."

"Sorry, Eudocia, time is limited, I can't do more..."

"Sleep, sleep, the wheel of fate has begun to turn..."

"Our story...is just beginning."

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I am a badly wounded black dragon.

If it weren't for the mithril that is full of magic power in the mine, maybe I would have died because of my injuries and exhaustion of magic power.

But even if I can find mithril to supplement my magic power, even if I can rely on mithril to relieve pain, for me who can't find food, it's just a lingering life.

Until... I met him.

I still remember the day I met him.

The collapsed mine, the billowing dust, the violent coughing choked by the smoke, and... a thin and weak figure that looked quite delicious.

That's a subhuman.

I don't know why I knew it was a subhuman, I just knew that the moment I saw the other person, the desire to survive almost overwhelmed my reason.

That's demihuman, but also... food.

I dragged my heavy body to launch an attack, I let out a deep roar, I showed my ferocious minions, I could see his pale face and frightened expression, and I could hear his terrified cry:

"Dragon... Dragon!"

But I failed.

Even with the magical power of mithril, my strength is still dissipating day by day. Even though I have the determination to survive, my body is getting heavier and heavier.

I'm...so weak that I can't even kill a skinny demihuman.

I fell in front of him.

I saw his frightened expression gradually fade away, replaced by surprise, and I felt the fear in his heart dissipating quickly, followed by... Curiosity.

"You are hurt?"

Those were the last words I heard before I passed out.

...

I am a badly wounded black dragon.

I thought I should have died.

Although I have lost my memory, although I have forgotten everything, at least I still know my identity.

I know what happens to a severely injured and dying dragon being discovered by those low-level intelligent species, and I also know that I have been so weak that even mortals can finish me with their own strength.

But... I am not dead.

When I woke up again, I saw the bright bonfire, felt the warm firelight, and smelled the extremely attractive aroma.

That thin demihuman was sitting by the campfire, quietly grilling something.

It's food!

I saw the food on the bonfire clearly at first glance, the tempting meaty smell even surpassed the demihumans themselves.

I struggled to get up, only to realize that a kind of pungent powder was sprinkled on the wound on my body when I got up.

It was a powder with a bad smell.

But after being sprinkled with powder, the pain on my body seemed to have weakened in an instant.

"Phew, you're awake..."

"Don't move, you are seriously injured. Fortunately, I found these medicinal powders from the tribe, which can make you feel better."

That demi-human said so.

Why didn't he kill me?

This is my first thought.

I am very confused.

Very puzzled.

However, he did not explain, but handed me the baked food in his hand.

This time, I saw clearly what it was, it was a huge gopher.

"Here, you're hungry, this is the only thing left."

"I'm afraid I smelled you. It's hard to find gophers around here. I ran a long way... and finally caught one."

he said.

I looked at the gopher he handed over, but there was no response.

"Hi, are you okay?"

he asked again.

strange guy...

I didn't answer him, but I ate the food he handed me decisively.

Because I'm really hungry.

...

I am a badly wounded black dragon.

I don't know why he saved me, or what purpose he has in mind.

But I know that I will not thank him for the help and food.

I am a dragon.

It's a black dragon.

It is the most brutal dragon species known to all.

For me, food is food.

Even if he saved me, he is still food.

I decided not to try to kill him yet.

I have to wait.

Wait for the body to recover, wait until the strength returns.

I will kill him with my own hands after my strength is restored.

I will tell him that food must have the self-awareness of food.

It is a kind of arrogant stupidity to want to rescue the hunter even though he is the prey.

And until then, I'll use him.

Take advantage of his ignorance, take advantage of his stupidity, take advantage of his kindness...

...

I am a badly wounded black dragon.

Oh no.

With his help, my injury has gradually improved over time.

He is a very strange demihuman.

Obviously because of my Long Wei, I am scared to death, but I always run to the depths of the mine.

Bring me food, bring me herbs.

Although the food he brought couldn't fill my stomach at all, it gave me the strength to heal myself at the most critical time.

I found that I gradually got used to his presence.

He came back almost every day, and each day brought new food.

Sometimes it's a gopher, sometimes it's an armor-piercing beast, sometimes it's a mountain rabbit, sometimes it's a pheasant...

He loves to tell his stories while grilling meat over the campfire.

Share your experience in the tribe, share your daily life.

Of course, most of the time, they were complaining about the domineering of the mine foreman and complaining about the stubbornness of the tribal elders.

He didn't care if I was listening or not, or if I could understand.

He just seemed to regard me as a silent confidant.

Of course, I also know his name.

"Kyle, my name is Kyle, and I'm a werewolf."

"Mr. Black Dragon, can you tell me your name?"

he asked with a smile.

I turned my head and ignored him.

He scratched his head, and I lifted my head proudly, swallowing the hunk of meat I had just put into my mouth.

Seeing his somewhat embarrassed appearance, I was in a very good mood.

Well, today's food is a little tastier than before...

...

I am a black dragon that has lost its memory.

When I woke up, I was already lying in the mine with bruises all over my body, and I also met a strange demihuman.

That demihuman neither feared me nor exposed my existence, but looked for food for me and healed my injuries.

I don't understand why he did it.

Even if I lost the memory of the past, I still know how attractive a wounded dragon is to mercenaries in the secular world, and how much wealth an ordinary person can spend their entire lives on...

Before I knew it, I seemed to have gotten used to the life of being fed every day.

The demihuman named Kyle will still bring food every day and share his daily life every day.

And the injuries on my body are also recovering day by day.

I have already recovered enough to kill him.

However, I didn't do it.

Through his narration, I already know where I am.

This is the Northland, a place called Castel, and it is ruled by two young Chi Yangs.

I did not act rashly.

Because I know that although the injury is recovering, it has not recovered enough to be able to face such a powerful existence.

I will continue to wait...wait...

Waiting for the day when the injury is completely healed.

I will kill this self-righteous werewolf with my own hands, and then spread my wings and soar into the sky under the gaze of the blazing sun.

...

I am a black dragon in confusion.

I don't know how long I've been in this mine.

I just watched the young demihuman step towards youth, and the immature eyes gradually became firm.

Gradually, I liked hearing him share those boring daily routines, and I also liked hearing him complain about the day-to-day life on earth.

In the dark mine, during the long healing time, the stories he told seemed to be my only pleasure.

I don't know when, Kyle stopped coming every day, sometimes two days, sometimes three days, and sometimes...even once a week.

He looked more tired than usual, and every time he came to the mine, the sharing of daily life was mostly replaced by silence.

I feel a little irritable.

I don't know why I'm upset, I just don't like this unstable state.

I do not know when, I have been used to his daily arrival.

I kind of... don't want to kill him anymore.

Finally, one time, I didn't see him for a week.

And when he came to the mine again, it was already half a month later.

I still remember that day.

He is limping and seems to be injured, and he is carrying a mountain deer on his back.

"Sorry, Mr. Black Dragon, I'm late."

He said with a wry smile.

I was obviously very irritable all the time, but for some reason, the moment I saw the other party, I calmed down.

"You are really slow this time, what happened?"

After all, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and couldn't help asking.

Kyle froze for a moment.

I saw the mountain deer on his back fall to the ground with a click, I saw his eyes widen in surprise, and I heard him stammer and speak incoherently:

"You you you...you can talk?!"

"Wait...Mr. Black Dragon, no...Miss Black Dragon...you are a lady?!"

I proudly raised my dragon head:

"I am the black dragon, the noble dragon, and I have already mastered the common language of Miria."

As I said that, I glanced at him lightly:

"Also... when did I mention my gender?"

That was the first time I spoke to him.

I never thought that I would take the initiative to communicate with this short-lived species, and what surprised me even more was that after I communicated with him, I did not feel repulsed.

Before I knew it, I seemed to be not as proud as I was before, and I didn't just regard him as a demihuman who was overwhelmed.

"These days... where have you been?"

I asked.

It was the first time I saw helplessness in him. He scratched his head, as if he didn't know how to answer, and he sighed after a while:

"I went mining."

"Mining? Haven't you been mining all the time?"

"Yes, but it's different now, Black Dragon first... No, Miss Black Dragon, I need to mine more, because I need money, a lot of money..."

"What do you need money for?"

Kyle's expression lost:

"The Earl and the Countess died in battle, and the high-level management of the mining workshop has been replaced again. Now the workshop requires us to dig more mineral deposits. If the standard is not met, wages will be deducted..."

"My father has passed away, and only my younger brother and I are left in the family. In the past, my father sheltered us from the wind and rain. The workshop was not so strict before, but now...everything is different."

"I owed a lot of money to treat my father..."

"I need to pay back the money...and support the family...so, I have to mine more silver."

"Sorry, Miss Heilong, I won't be able to come here so frequently in the future."

After listening to Kyle's explanation, I fell silent.

To be honest, I don't know much about family, and I don't know much about family either.

As a giant dragon, I also cannot understand the meaning and value of money to mortals.

But I had an impulse.

An urge that even I can't understand...

I turned around, and under Kyle's suspicious gaze, I went back to the cave I dug.

I found the smallest one among the piles of mithril blocks I've been rummaging through the years, but after thinking about it, I replaced it with a larger one.

"Take it, this mithril block should be enough for you."

I said.

Kyle froze for a moment, looking at the mithril ingot that was a circle bigger than his head, with a dull expression:

"Miss Black Dragon...this...such a big mithril block...give...give it to me?!"

"Take it, I am very satisfied with the food you bring every time, Kyle, you have won the recognition of the great black dragon, and you have become the object of the great black dragon's willingness to communicate, this mithril is rightly your reward. "

I raised my head again and said proudly.

"Recognition? Reward?"

Kyle was stunned.

"Yes, recognition and rewards."

I nodded proudly.

Kelton suddenly became excited:

"Miss Heilong, do you mean that we are already friends?"

friend?

I frowned.

Seeing the little Asian man wagging his tail excitedly, I snorted softly and said:

"You think too much, I never make friends with weak beings, this is just a reward."

"Isn't it... a friend?"

Kyle looked a little disappointed.

I don't know why, looking at his drooping ears, I feel a little more irritable for no reason.

"But... you can make an exception."

Out of nowhere, I choked out such a sentence.

After I finished speaking, even I was stunned.

I think I'm crazy...

As a black dragon, he is willing to put down his figure to discuss friendship with a humble demihuman!

I am a black dragon!

The cruel and merciless black dragon!

What made me feel even more at a loss was that I found that I didn't seem to reject such a fact as I imagined...

Habits are a terrible thing.

Before I knew it, I didn't feel like myself anymore!

"Remember, I hate being late, so there won't be a next time."

I coldly dropped such a sentence, turned and left.

But perhaps, it is more accurate to use escape.

"Miss Black Dragon! May I know your name!"

The demihuman Kyle asked loudly behind me.

name?

I paused slightly.

name...

To be honest, I don't know what my name is.

At least... At that time, I seemed to forget what my name was.

In a trance, I seemed to recall the call I heard in the dark the day I just woke up.

An inexplicable throbbing came to my heart...

"Eodocia, you can call me Eudocia."

I replied.

"Eodocia?"

Kyle froze again.

Seeing his dazed look, I frowned:

"What? What do you think of this great name?"

Did Kyle shake his head quickly? While shaking his head, he explained:

"No no no! No comment! Of course no comment, it's a great name indeed!"

Then, he scratched his head:

"I just... didn't expect that, Miss Black Dragon, you would have the same name as a totem enshrined by our tribe's legendary ancestor..."

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