Chapter 1200： Dragon and ticket (1/2)

Byron suddenly remembered when he was very young-earlier than when he became a knight, earlier than when he became a mercenary, and even earlier than when he became an apprentice swordsman.

It was his boyhood. He once did an amazing feat that he can think of today-when feeding cattle for the family, he climbed onto the back of the bull, and then used a long nail to pierce the back of the bull. Back, and for the next three minutes imagined that he was a heroic knight trying to tame the dragon.

Ah, besides lying in bed for ten days later, what could be more exciting and thrilling than such a feat?

Yes, when the bull under the **** is replaced by a real, angry female dragon.

Byron Ji didn’t know how he got to the ground anymore. He only remembered that the period included a series of violent shaking, sudden lift-off, continuous air roll and maneuver, deafening roar, and a fall from the back of a cow. There was also a memorable "landing". He felt pain everywhere on his body, but the magical thing was that he didn't break a bone—when he was glad that he was still strong and climbed up from the ground, he was right On the red dragon's head slowly hanging down from a height.

A pair of orange-red vertical pupils glowing with magical power stared at him, close enough to see the clear reflection in the pupils, the red dragon's nose fluttered slightly, revealing a terrifying, half-meter wide grinning grin. With an expression, Byron was sure that he saw smoke and flames rising from the corner of the opponent’s mouth, and then remembering what he had done on this lady’s back, he suddenly took a half step back with cleverness: "Asha Lei Na, calm down! I didn't do it just now..."

"Left or right?" The red dragon's deep and unhappy voice came from above, but it sounded a little calmer.

Byron was taken aback: "What left or right?"

The orange-red vertical pupil shrank slightly, and a stream of flames overflowed from the corner of Ashalena’s mouth: "Where you vomited, was it on the left or on the right?"

"Eh... left," Byron quickly wiped his forehead with cold sweat, but then hurriedly corrected, "No, it's on your right, on the side of your right shoulder blade..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ms. Honglong suddenly raised her head, and the slender neck covered with fine scales was bent back to the limit. Smoke and sparks were rising and her mouth was aimed at her back, which she could not see. In the direction, the lady took a deep breath, and heard a whistle of "whoo", the hot dragon's breath burst out, and the flames flowed through the edges and gaps of the mechanical structure of the steel wings, and nothing should be avoided. Everything that belonged there was burnt clean.

Byron looked up and was stunned, and suddenly thought of what he had seen in a book in his early years-it was a monograph on dragon studies by a scholar named Xia Temar Schell , Titled "The Outline of Slaying Dragons", the book clearly records that the dragon’s fatal weakness is on its back. If you can successfully stand on the back of the dragon and fix yourself, the weaker "Dragon Slaying Warrior" can also Have the opportunity to leapfrog and challenge the dragon, and reap supreme honor and treasure...

Now he can be sure that the scholar was later burned to death by the local church in the name of "demonstrative". In fact, it is not wrong at all...

In my mind, the red dragon’s breath was over. Ashalena shook her neck from side to side. Then she lowered her head and looked at Byron again: "Is it all burned?"

"Um... I can't see... But I think it must be burnt, you can vomit it quite accurately," Byron said a little embarrassed and nervously, trying to put a smile on his face, "What, just now I'm really sorry, are you... still angry now?"

"Don't mention the word'spit'!" At first, Ashalena let out a low growl in irritation, then shook her head and muttered, "Well, I'm not angry anymore, I'm already a mature lady, but I won't Just care about you."

"That's good, that's good," Byron grabbed his hair and looked at Ashalena's huge body. "Then you should change back to a human form. It is not convenient for you to move in the city... "

As soon as his voice fell, Ashalena had not had time to respond, and a rush of whistle suddenly sounded from a street corner not far away. As soon as one person and one dragon walked through the prestige, they saw a man dressed in black. The uniformed sheriff was rushing toward this side with a two-wheeled vehicle, rushing while waving his arms vigorously and shouting toward this side: "You two! Don't even want to go! Just stay there and wait. !"

Byron was stunned, the sheriff had already rushed in front of him on the bike, and then the young man in uniform, wearing a sheriff’s hat, and equipped with a riot control terminal on his waist and arms squeezed the brakes. , "Crunch" stopped the car, and jumped off the two-wheeled vehicle neatly, and looked up at the red dragon who was a little dazed: "It was you who flew over from the sky just now, right? , Did you know if you violated the flight control regulations in the city? You landed very fast, and our air traffic control didn't have time to take off and stop you..."

This is the first time Ashalena has encountered this kind of thing. The majestic lady Dragonborn was a little confused at this time. She looked at Byron and heard that Byron was also asking the young man in perplexity. Sheriff: "When is flying banned here? I remember that this part of Nancheng District is allowed to fly at low altitude and low speed. This square is still a temporary landing..."

"Last month!" The sheriff said irritably while taking out a small ticketing notebook from his pocket, "Dragons were allowed to fly in the urban area before, but there were too many rampages and the noise also disturbed the people. Recently, high-altitude buildings have been renovated in the city, so all areas in the inner city are now not allowed to fly or land-if you want to fly, you can quickly pass over 800 meters. If you take off and land, go to the special landing pad on the outskirts."

While talking, the sheriff took out a pen and quickly wrote a lot of things in a small notebook, and then raised the content of the ticket to Ashalena's direction: "Look for yourself-without permission Flying and landing, the air traffic control department is unable to warn and command if the communication device is not turned on, the release of dragon's breath in the city violates the fire safety regulations, and the yelling seriously disturbs the people-madam, your voice is too loud, it is almost thunder The same, I can hear it from two blocks away. I didn’t write any of them. If there is any objection, I went to the Nancheng District Public Security Administration to appeal. If there is no objection, I signed a letter, paid the fine, and then went to the office. Just make a record over there and see what they do."

Ashalena lowered her head and tried to see the contents of the ticket, which was only a small piece in front of her nose. Her two huge eyes were almost squeezed into one piece. She looked back after the young sheriff finished reading. I couldn't help but tremble, and then looked at Byron standing aside with a strange look, and tried to lower his voice and muttered: "You hurry up and think of a way, aren't you a senior general of the empire-this kind of scene always works Are you done?"

When Byron heard this look even more weird, he shook his head after a little thought: "I don't want to use my identity to break the rules on this occasion. I will pay you the fine, and I will accompany you over the air traffic control. go with……"

While talking, he began to fumble for the wallet from his pocket, ready to hand in the fine as soon as possible-the young and energetic sheriff in front of him could just register and leave, and then he could accompany him by himself. Shalena reports to the air traffic control department. The young man in front of him obviously hasn’t recognized his identity. This is a blessing in misfortune. In all fairness, even the most discreet "Byron Knight" in ordinary times also cherishes his reputation. He doesn’t want the whole city tomorrow. The news spread that "the commander of the navy was sent to the security booth with transportation on the first day he went home because he violated certain security regulations."...

However, no matter how good the plan is, there are accidents, especially when Byron’s luck all day is not so good. He just took the wallet out of his pocket, a familiar one with a certain mechanical synthesis-like texture. Suddenly, his voice came from a small alley not far away: "Dad?! Why are you... So it was you and this dragonborn who flew from the sky just now?"