When I first arrived, I stepped on the Bielong family's eggs and cracked them.
- He might be doomed.
Ciel thought as calmly as possible.
He slowly moved the offending foot farther away. After being frozen for a moment, he decided to squat down and carefully examine the crack.
The luck in my heart was quickly extinguished. The feeling just now was indeed not my illusion. What was displayed in front of me was real evidence of crime.
After carefully looking at it, he quickly came to a conclusion that made him feel complicated: the crack was really cracked, but fortunately it was not deep, just like a person's skin being scratched a little bit. At least in his opinion, the structure of the eggshell was not really damaged, and the little dragon inside was still alive.
Perhaps because the magic core came from the blood of the same ethnic group, he could still clearly sense the faint but real breath of life in the eggshell without anyone teaching him.
This also meant that the two unlucky eggs that appeared out of thin air at his door were not the eggs of other monsters, but the eggs of a careless dragon clan.
Xier comforted himself as much as possible: At least he didn't accidentally trample to death a cub of his own race. Although he made a mistake, there is probably still some room for redemption?
I don’t know when that careless Mr. Long came to ask for justice.
Sear felt very frustrated when he thought that he had just arrived and found himself in such a headache.
But after the low mood passed, he realized that something was wrong.
No matter how careless he is, he can't drop two eggs at once and have them both land at the door of his lair, right?
Syl frowned.
After regaining his rationality, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. However, even if he quickly re-read the inheritance memories in his mind several times, he could not find any information related to hatching eggs and raising chicks.
Is there an error in his memory, or does it really not exist?
Ciel thought.
When he was digesting the huge memory bank, he didn't pay attention to this. He only thought that according to the dragon clan's practice, male dragons did not participate in raising the chicks - this was not surprising. Whether it was humans or monsters, most of them used females to raise their chicks. For the Lord.
But looking at the two eggs in front of him, which were obviously not taken seriously and were randomly left at the door of his house like garbage thrown by a dragon, he suddenly had a bad premonition.
Could it be that not only male dragons do not participate in breeding offspring, but also female dragons do not have this instinct?
Thinking of this, he suddenly didn't know whether he hoped this conjecture was true or wrong.
If it is wrong, then what he will face may be an adult dragon couple who carelessly lost their eggs and were furious at him for cracking one of them; if it is true, then... his follow-up The trouble seems to be greater.
Xier squatted down and thought for a while, finally sighed, transformed back into dragon form on the spot, and carefully rolled the two giant eggs into the cave.
Only in this cave, which was naturally formed by the erosion and beating of sea water all year round, of course, there is nothing except dead branches and weeds.
The bats that originally occupied this place were scared away by the tyrannical uninvited guest not long ago. In the past twelve years, Xier only focused on digesting memories and was completely autistic. He had never gone out, let alone arranged anything.
There are no favorite gems of the dragon family, and there are no beautiful scenery. It is even very cramped, barely enough to accommodate an adult dragon, and there is no way to bring a mate back.
The picky dragon clan would disdain to use such a poor ready-made cave. Sil, who had just woken up, was not actually planning to use it as a long-term residence. He just moved the eggs in temporarily based on the principle of being nearby.
He first subconsciously moved the fallen leaves on the ground with his relatively flexible but relatively short forelimbs, and soon realized that this was too inefficient.
He decisively used a more effective tool - the thick, long and powerful tail behind the dragon.
Even he himself didn't expect it. He just swept it a few times. Not to mention the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, even some uneven places were directly flattened by the sharp scales and that strength. And with the wind magic deployed in advance, the flying sand and rocks kicked up by the violence were also blown out of the cave.
The dragon's magic and tail are easy to use and can be cleaned in one go.
Syl used the dragon's noble claws to dig lightly on the ground twice, and two deep pits suddenly appeared: just enough to 'submerge' more than half of the two eggs. After being stuck in a depression, they will never roll around like a bone.
What to do then?
Looking at the two eggs obediently staying in the pit, after finishing all these tasks, Sil felt at a loss what to do again.
The inherited memory of the Dragon Clan was obviously of no use. He could only rummage through the memories of the life he lived as a human in another world.
Of course, it is impossible to find references for hatching dragon eggs, but there are some that hatch eggs.
He couldn't tell the details, but he still had the basic common sense, so Syl briefly summarized it: Get some bedding material, ensure light and temperature, etc.
With the idea of "it's better to give it a try than to do nothing", he continued to use the magic he learned from his inherited memories to soften the soil in the dark cave, and then tried to summon the light and light of the sun. The warmth of fire.
It was the same as the time with wind magic, relying on the powerful talent of the dragon clan to succeed. But probably because he was using it for the first time, he failed to control the output of his magic power and accidentally used too much force.
The one that summoned light was okay, it just illuminated the cave as bright as day, even to the point of dazzling. It was fine to adjust it later.
When using fire, he learned his lesson and did not dare to use it directly on these two very fragile dragon eggs - after all, if he made the same mistake again and the eggs were cooked due to excessive magic output, it would be a waste of time. It took a lot of effort.
If he hadn't been worried that the flames weren't bright enough, he wouldn't have added a light magic to double drain his magic pool.
Silr had no choice but to drag his tail and patter patter outside the cave, and used it on the vines on the ground several times. Like a clumsy chef, he finally mastered the heat of the firewood, and took advantage of the situation to use the water magic while extinguishing the fire. I also exercised for a while before going in again.
This was repeated, and when Siel was almost finished working back and forth, the sky became bright.
The dragon clan is full of energy, and the magic pool is many times wider than that of human magicians. Apart from being mentally tired, he is physically fine.
But after briefly appreciating the results of my arrangement, I felt that it was not satisfactory.
The brightness and temperature have indeed gone up. With the protection of magic, the dragon eggs don't need the straw in the chicken coop to keep warm... But maybe this cave is too simple. Looking at the two giant eggs with beautiful flame patterns standing alone Embedded in the pit, he couldn't help but recall the takoyaki on the iron plate in his previous life, and he always felt a little aggrieved for them.
Sure enough, we still need to get some furniture back? Decorate it?
After this vague idea popped into Sil's mind, he planned to take action.
However, before setting off, the psychological shadow of stepping on the dragon egg as soon as he stepped out was still causing trouble. As if he was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, he moved closer to sense the breath in the dragon egg.
Although it is still very weak, I don't know if it is his psychological effect, but I always feel a little stronger than before.
Moreover, the magic power of the cracked egg suddenly became a little more active the moment he came closer, as if it was expressing intimacy to him, the culprit, and in response to the only other member of the same race.
Just stay alive.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and just to be on the safe side, he input some more magic power. At least he was confident that the two eggs would not die in the short time he went out, and then he went to the entrance of the cave.
Under the dazzling sun, the scales on this unique golden dragon are even more shining. Each golden scale seems to be carved with a small whirlpool. The brilliance is overflowing and the golden threads are flowing, like the sunrise. The reflected lake surface is shining like gold, which is the beauty that the dragon tribe who likes shiny and beautiful things are most fascinated by.
He stood worriedly at the entrance of this extremely simple cave, his figure still shining like the rising sun, and even more incompatible with the shabby surroundings.
Sil, who has just become a dragon, doesn't know that his talent is one of the best even among the dragons: he is obviously only a sub-adult, but as a golden dragon, his figure is much stronger than that of some adult dragons, and his magic pool is also unusually deep and wide. .
At the moment, he only tried to stretch his pale golden broad wings, and then stirred up a turbulent wave on the sea not far away.
Xier didn't pay attention to this. He concentrated on testing his mastery of the wings, and then followed the pictures in his inherited memory and took off calmly.
To be honest, he had flown on airplanes many times in his previous life, so the feeling of overlooking from high altitude should not be strange or unfamiliar to him.
But for the first time, without any external mechanical force, the heavy body suddenly became light with just a pair of powerful wings behind him. He soared into the sky, climbing or hovering as he pleased - this kind of gravity-defying experience was not only It’s unprecedented, and it’s incredibly beautiful.
Perhaps dragons are born to belong to the sky. When he soars freely in the sky, he looks at the grass and trees below becoming smaller and smaller, and the top of the mountain that needs to be looked up to see the outline of the mountain on the ground becomes closer and closer. After invading the clouds and mist surrounding the mountains, everything became misty and thin... His heart, which had not been able to completely calm down for twelve years, miraculously became calm and even somewhat indescribably satisfied.
Of course, Ciel did not forget his purpose. When he climbed to the height of the highest peak, he circled a few times. After the novelty wore off, he landed in the direction of the two dragons he had just overlooked.
Although there was something ominous about the inherited memory, the safety of the two dragon eggs was at stake, so he still wanted to confirm it with his own clan members.
However, during the rapid descent, Sil quickly realized that as a dragon flying independently for the first time, his skills obviously needed to be improved: the speed was too fast.
He did not forget the importance of balance. He did not want to flapping his wings in an awkward manner to slow down, but his body instinctively kept the angle against the wind, but in his mind he thought of the assistance of wind magic——
The result of trying to do several things that he was not good at at the same time was that he ended up with a lot of dangers and fell heavily in front of two of his own race who were lazily basking in the sun.
Although the sound of a dragon swooping down could be heard in the distance, at first, the sound did not attract the attention of the pair of water dragons who had just spent a sweet night.
Their eyes were closed, their tails were intertwined intimately, and they were very comfortable bathing in the bright sunlight... until the whistling sound became more and more sharp, even mixed with a little clang of metal scraping against each other, which seemed to be an unusually solid dragon. The scales are emitted when fighting against the fierce wind blowing wildly.
The speed of descent is unusually fast, but there is no hostility... Which rash fellow member is it? Is it Fury?
But isn't that energetic female fire dragon busy with her new love, Fael, recently?
So when Walter, the male water dragon, lazily opened the lid of his right eye, trying to see who it was, a shadow with golden light suddenly hit him just in front of the tip of his nose.
His eyes suddenly widened.
For the dragons who love gold, gems, and all shiny and beautiful things, the bright and scorching sunlight will always be more popular than the bright and gentle moonlight.
The sunlight is pale golden, and so is the golden dragon.
No, the gold on his body is more profound and mysterious, like a waterfall that sheds seven colors of rainbow, starting from the back of his neck, which reflects the sun most sharply and is so bright that it is dazzlingly transparent. The thin and dense scales are like a creation. The wine that the God of Origin poured into the golden pillar with his own hands made the dream-like golden layer increase gradually, becoming brighter and more solid, until the broad wings that were retracted gracefully and calmly by the other party fell on the wings. The sharp point is a crystal clear bit of platinum.
Walter unknowingly opened his mouth wide and stared at the other person in a daze for a while, then suddenly woke up as if from a dream.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at his partner who was also awakened.
——Sure enough, the female water dragon, who was staring at the golden dragon descending from the sky like a primal god almost in a daze, was already drooling longer than him.
