The fiery red-haired Ziegler walked down the streets of Winde City, which if he remembered correctly, it was supposed to be 'Downtown'?

Unlike all the 'lower towns' he had ever seen, the lower districts of no city would be as clean as here, not to mention the feces and urine all over the place, and the lack of sewage all over the ground would be considered better, but the ruler of Wende City actually had the heart to lay the ground in the lower city?

It's weird!

With a pair of aggressive eyes, he constantly looked at the novelties around him, and finally he walked into a bar, ordered a few random bottles of inferior drinks, and patted the table: "Sit down!"

Cervantes sat down in the chair opposite the red dragon, and there was no other dragon except 'Ziegler' with this kind of idle red dragon.

The two of them seemed to be ignored by the people around them, except for a 'girl' with thick arms and waist who brought the drink and then walked away with her fat buttocks.

Cervantes knew that the two of them were not friends, even though the two of them were equally weird—freaks of two five-colored dragons!

He is obviously a black dragon but can't learn any magic, and he doesn't have many spell-like abilities, and Ziegler is obviously a red dragon but is addicted to spells and tries to pursue the truth.

Ziegler took a sip, and then he was sour by the sour fruit wine, with a bitter face, and stuck out his tongue, "RUA, sure enough, it's still downtown, and this wine still doesn't taste good." ”

Even though he said so, he pinched his nose and drank the wine from his glass.

"What are you doing here?" Cervantes couldn't help but ask, seeing him pour himself another glass of wine.

"Of course, I'm here to see this famous 'Sorrowful Wind Leader'!" Ziegler finally felt a hint of sweetness in the sour fruit wine, "I ran out three hundred years ago, traveled through the astral plane, and met many people, many things, and many dragons. Almost every world has a platinum dragon god and a five-colored dragon queen, although the names are different, but the five-colored dragon and metal dragon I have encountered...... How can I say it?

"Although the personalities are different, they are still the same for the most part, and it is difficult to find a freak like you and me. I think we may have made a mistake when we were born? The Nine-Faced Dragon God seems to have gone wrong when he created the dragons, maybe it was because of these mistakes that led to our birth?"

The black dragon's index finger tapped the wooden table and shook his head: "I don't know what you're talking about?"

Ziegler banged his fist on the table and asked, "Don't you think the two of us are too special?"

Cervantes cocked Erlang's legs, his elbows propped up on the table, and his palms propped up his chin, "Hmm...... That is, you want to dissect me?"

The red dragon slapped his palm and laughed: "Ha, you guessed right! So, can you let me dissect it?"

The black dragon shook his head: "I'm very sorry, no, I don't want to die yet." If you dissect it, you might be stuffed with something weird. ”

The smell of sulfur filled the air, and Ziegler squinted his eyes, grinding his teeth, and said, "But I just want to dissect you!"

Cervantes quietly looked at the red dragon with a not very normal mind, pinched his fingers, and the bones made a 'Karakala' sound, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to fight?"

The red dragon tilted his head, "I don't want to!"

"Then you just shut up!"

"Oh. ”

After another sip of wine, the red dragon, whose chaotic and evil nature was exposed, belched comfortably.

Cervantes didn't listen to Ziegler's words, as he said before, he was a freak, and Ziegler was also a freak.

As a pure-blooded red dragon, Ziegler is like a pure-blooded black dragon before the fall of the gods, with a lot of dark thoughts in his heart, insidious and cunning, and very cruel.

When he first entered Wende City, Cervantes had already sensed that the dragon's territorial consciousness was not easy to deceive at all, although Ziegler tried to deceive his perception with spells, but he had learned it from the Otherworldly Warrior Monk, although he had only learned some ways to use 'qi'.

"Let's go!" said Cervantes calmly, "and there is no place for you here." ”

Ziegler, the red dragon who grew up like a beast without the care of his parents since he was a child, squinted his eyes, trying to hide the killing intent in his eyes, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth: "I said, I don't need a 'nest'!"

"It's not up to you to decide whether you need it or not......" The black dragon shook his head and stood up, "I used to think that I was not suitable for being a duke of human society, but now it seems that I am not quite suitable, isn't it?"

The black dragon left, and the red dragon himself sat in the tavern and drank alcohol, and then took out a dozen copper coins from his waist bag and put them on the counter with some distress.

With staggering steps, the crooked figure stepped on the midday sun, the early summer sun was so hot, but this had nothing to do with the lonely red dragon.

He came here in the morning and left in the afternoon, because this is not the place he has been looking for, and there is no 'person' he has been looking for.

Although he didn't know what he was looking for, it was like a freewheeling trip.

Ziegler, the evil dragon who is not very famous in human society - this time he also found nothing to fill the hole in his heart.

Between dragons and dragons, it is impossible to be much the same.

............

The black dragon hadn't been drinking just now, but his sister had smelled a smell of alcohol from him.

Edith covered her nose and frowned, constantly looking up and down at the tall humanoid dragon with disgust, I really don't know what Sister Serena likes about him, why can't he change it!

"Where are you fooling around?" Edith grumbled, "Really, I don't know how to be considerate of Sister Serena at all, don't you know how tired Sister Serena is from work?"

But I just went to save the sad wind......

However, Cervantes felt that his sister, who was hundreds of years worse than him, made a point, scratched the back of his head, and walked to the kitchen without saying anything.

After making dessert and bringing one to Edith, but for some reason she glared at her again, Cervantes walked up to the top floor of the castle with confusion, where his maid was.

Up the spiral staircase, the black dragon reached the top floor of the castle, where the shadow stood by the window, looking out at the city below.

The maid just turned her head, but she was gagged by a cake, subconsciously bit the small cake, and licked two fingers of Cervantes.

Cervantes held a saucer, stood beside the maid, looked at the city below, and asked, "Is it pretty?"

"Hmm......" Serena nodded, squinting and laughing, "I like it." ”

Today she rests, but there is not much entertainment in this world, as she said, she likes it very much, standing here quietly, quietly looking at this prosperous city that she has created, and the sense of accomplishment in her heart can wash away all her boredom.

It's a great sense of accomplishment! It's so much cooler than playing Time Murder 6!

Although there is no possibility of another round, GG is really GG.

"Because, that's 'our' city!"

Although the stupid dragon beside her contributed very little, the maid lady felt that she had better not say such a bad thing at this time.

"Huh?"

The black dragon was stunned for a few seconds before reacting.

The maid sighed, she didn't spoil the scenery, this stupid dragon just looked at it and felt that it was spoiling the scenery!

The emotions that had been brewing up were gone all of a sudden, and this stupid dragon was also quite powerful to some extent!

After dropping the phrase 'you sleep by yourself tonight', the maid turned and went downstairs.

Black Dragon ...... The black dragon was still wondering if he had said something wrong again.

After thinking for about a second, the black dragon gave up thinking and chased after him with a saucer.

No matter what you say wrong, just admit that you are wrong!