Chapter 1217： Royal Supper and Whelp (1/2)

Gawain turned a deaf ear to Amber’s bluffing—because he knew that this half-elf was still used to being so unreliable now, she hadn’t jumped into the room from a window for a long time, and she hadn’t triggered it recently. After passing the "anti-amber mechanism" on the nearby street lights and on the roof, in the final analysis, she has grown more than before.

In addition to size and figure.

Gao Wen stepped forward and opened the window sash of the study. The two young dragons who were about to turn around outside immediately jumped in along the window. First they ran quickly on the ground, and then they realized something. Run in front of Gawain, neatly spread his wings and lower his head (this may be a bow in the form of a dragon), make a "quack-" sound, and then ran in front of Kohaku together, making the same gesture." "Gah," he said.

Amber and Gawain both looked at the two young dragons who were saying hello with surprised and funny expressions. Amber couldn't help but say hello first: "This... I didn't expect them to be polite?"

"Did the young dragon's mind grow so fast..." Gao Wen was surprised by another thing. "How long have they just broken their shells? Not only can they fly all the way from Embassy Street to here, but they also know that. Say hello politely... I thought that creatures like dragons that live extremely long and at the same time at the top of the food chain must have extremely long juveniles, just like elves..."

"I think so too," Amber knelt down and snorted wildly with the heads of two young dragons covered with fine scales, "but now it seems that this is our stereotype-of course, it may be that the dragons adjusted it at some time. Their genetic information has accelerated the growth of the young dragons. After all, they were so advanced in technology back then, and building a dragon in the factory was like playing with it..."

It seems that this shame of all things thinking has begun a new round of divergence, but Gawain did not follow her to fool around this time. He checked the two whelps and found that they did not carry Merita or Nore. The note that the tower brought over knew that these two little guys came out secretly. He looked up at the sky outside the window, and saw the setting sun setting, it was too late, so he turned his head and said to Amber: "Merita is probably over there. You are already worried. You go and send a letter to the Tarrond Embassy, ​​telling them that the wyrmlings are here, and leave the two little guys to eat here at night-it just happens that Enya hasn't seen them in the past two days. I've been talking about it several times."

"Okay, I'll talk to that side." Kohaku got up and said, before the voice fell, the figure had gradually faded in the air.

The two young dragons watched that Amber disappeared out of thin air, and suddenly cried out in surprise, and circled on the ground again, as if looking for a gap where they could hide, but they lost it in just a few seconds. Interested, he went back and forth next to Gawain, and kept pushing his head against Gawain’s knees, making a pleasant but unintelligible grunt in his throat.

Getting along with the cubs of the dragon cubs-even for Gawain, this is an unprecedented and novel experience. Although this is not the first time with two little guys, he still can't help but sigh the fun and fun of the two young dragons. Quirky.

The innate development of mobility and mentality makes the cubs of the dragon cubs obviously different from other races, and this is reflected in their preference for Cecil Palace and intimacy towards Gawain. The two little guys seem to know themselves very well. Where were they born? I still remember the breath of everyone around me at the beginning of the birth. Just after they were able to crawl proficiently, they ran all the way from Embassy Street to the lawn in front of the Cecil Palace. The chaos caused at that time is still present. Gawain’s memory is still fresh, and it is foreseeable that they will come here to make trouble the number of times...

But Gao Wen didn't mind it at all, he liked the dragon sisters very much.

Soon after, the family dinner of the imperial emperor was ready in the restaurant. With the busyness of the chefs and attendants, the long table was filled with rich but not extravagant food, extra dining chairs (though not It must be useful) was also taken out. Gawain sat on the head of the family, Heidi, Rebecca and others lined up in order. As for Amber... as usual, he sits confidently and confidently. On Wen's left hand, the chicken drumstick and beer in his hand have been raised.

If a stubborn and serious person sees the emperor’s family dining, he will probably write a few thousand words of criticism and discussion topics, because the table does not conform to the "aristocratic etiquette" and "imperial courtesy". "There are too many situations, but Gao Wen himself is very satisfied with this lively and unruly "family dinner". He has always believed that meal time is the most relaxing time, especially when he is with family and friends. This precious time should never give way to the red tape and "ritual habits" that waste energy. This is from when he was just here. This was the case when a pioneering camp was established, and he never changed until he became the ruler of this vast empire.

Regarding this point, even Hetty, who attached great importance to tradition and "rules", is now used to it—she is even used to the scene where Amber and Rebecca grab the last chicken leg at the table.

Considering Hetty's character, this is really not easy...

Gao Wen looked towards the end of the dining table, and saw that another figure that rarely appeared in the dining room on weekdays had also arrived next to the dining table: it was a golden dome, and the surface of the eggshell was circulated with shimmering runes. She slammed on the opposite side of Gawain, with a teacup and a kettle floating beside her, and the latest newspaper floating in front of her.

The two young dragons had already jumped off the chairs prepared for them, and at this time they were jumping up and down happily around the golden dome, and from time to time they climbed to the top of the eggshell, like a bard entrenched in the story. The giant dragon of the fort crouched on it with its tail curled up, craned its neck and yelled without threats.

If ordinary people were taking care of it here, they would have been in a hurry in front of the vigorous energy and powerful physique of the young dragon. However, for the gods of the past, the two little guys' troubles of this degree are not worth mentioning, Enya Just let the young dragon crawl around on her body, and this didn't affect her interest in drinking tea and reading newspapers.

Of course, considering the current form of the dragon god... she was indifferent and others couldn't tell, she was just pestering there anyway.

The smell of food wafted in the restaurant. Amber held a nibbled chicken leg and was happily eating, but soon she glanced in the direction of the young dragon and Enya, and then saw a chair not far away facing upwards. Tier, who was upturned and slept like a corpse before eating, finally couldn't help muttering to Gao Wen next to him in a low voice: "Hey, it was not what I said...Do you think there are normal humans gathered around you? Has it gotten less and less? Now it’s not easy to have a human-looking person next to the dining table..."

Her voice was not loud, but obviously she could not hide her from the sensitive golden dome. Enya's gentle and smiling voice came from the end of the long table immediately: "I don't usually go to the restaurant-today is just Two little guys came over as a guest, and I just came here to show my face."

While talking, she used invisible magic to attract the tea cup floating next to her. She poured hot tea on her eggshell very easily, and as the steam curled up, the surface of the golden dome was filled with tea fragrance— —The young dragon, who was studying whether the table could eat or not, was immediately attracted by this scene. One of them jumped up and wanted to grab the tea cup floating in the air, while the other opened his mouth and spit out a flame and sprayed it accurately. The place where Enya's eggshell has been poured with tea...80% is to help dry it again.