Cervantes lay on the ground and looked at the maid soaked in the hot water, and felt more and more that he must have fallen under the curse of the legendary mermaid goddess fifteen years ago, otherwise it would be impossible for Shi Lezhi to pick up that little thing, and now he regretted his decision very much.

If it weren't for that stupid decision, he wouldn't have run from the warm dungeon to this dry ghost forest to build a house for himself—the black dragon built a house, and he didn't build it for himself? What kind of joke is this? We're experts in demolition...... Oh, that can't learn magic, that's not surprising.

Cervantes is different from his cousin, and I don't know if he made a mistake when he was born, anyway, he can't learn magic, and he doesn't have much spell-like ability as a five-colored dragon, he is very famous among the dragons, whether it is a five-colored dragon or a metal dragon, as long as the dragons who are slightly more active know him Cervantes - have you heard of a black dragon that can't do magic? ha, it's funny, isn't it?

No, it's not funny at all!

As a black dragon that breathes dragon breath or flames, Cervantes even wondered if his father had red dragon blood in him, or if his mother had red dragon blood in him?

However, although he doesn't know any magic, at least Cervantes, who has created his own dragon fighting technique, said that his strong muscles and the elemental energy in his blood are the most powerful, and dragons who fight with magic and spell-like abilities are scum!

Serena soaked her body in hot water, and her body was finally able to relax after a tiring day, soaking in comfortable hot water, which reminded her of the first time she met Cervantes, if it was now, she might not have said such shameful words, and the system bullied her dominant consciousness at that time was only five years old, and she dared to teach any foul language.

Lying on the edge of the bathtub, Serena yawned, as a mage, she had to get enough sleep, but she hadn't finished her shower yet.

"The water is cold, heat up the point. ”

Staring at the maid's hazy white back in the mist, Cervantes felt more and more that he had really made a very wrong decision back then, not only to pick up such a maid, but also to change his sexual fetishes - as a black dragon, shouldn't he like dragons with angled horns, smooth scales, well-proportioned muscles and a slender body?

Subconsciously turning the fire a little, Cervantes couldn't help but fall into deep thought, not realizing that his position with the maid had been reversed again.

Serena raised her head and looked at the starry sky, the once brilliant stars still hung in the night sky, but the gods who once sat on the throne had fallen into the mortal world, ruling the world with mortals.

The invisible but incomparably clear magic web hung high in the sky in place of the gods, and the great demon tide swept away all the gods in the upper plane, and even the divine creatures were treated in the same way.

Eight hundred years have passed since the war that had been fought on and off for five years, but the material plane has not changed.

Taking the towel handed over by the black dragon, the maid wiped off the water droplets on her body, calculating in her mind.

"Master, if you count the time, 'they' are coming again. "It took a trick to bring the black and white maid outfit, Serena reminded.

The black dragon was awakened from his contemplation: "Huh? It's been another five years?"

Thanks to the damn dragon's concept of time!, Cervantes was ecstatic.

This damn dragon's concept of time!Serena thought that she was a year older, and suddenly she was not so happy.

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

At noon the next day, Cervantes did not sleep for a few days or ten days as usual, but was happy to sit at the mouth of his cave stupidly like a husky who was only taken out by his master to play (maid's language), waiting for the maid to finish.

The thing that can make the black dragon so excited, in addition to eating roasted whole sheep, is probably only the 'pocket money' once every five years.

Tsk, it's really easy to buy (maid language)!

This kind of life has lasted for about two or three hundred years, and since he was kicked out by his mother, he has always been able to get 'pocket money' from his father, although it is only laid together as a mattress, but after all, it has lasted for two or three hundred years, and Serena was almost blinded when she first saw the pile of gold coins.

Every time the pocket money sent would have a gem with the ability to locate it, but every time Cervantes was reluctant to lose it, Serena felt that the only possibility why he had not been killed in the two or three hundred years since he was driven out was that his father really loved him - although Cervantes was a dragon, and he was also a black dragon born with a chaotic camp! As for 'evil', I didn't see much of it (maid words).

Otherwise, with his IQ...... If it weren't for the fact that he had a natural racial advantage as a black dragon, he wouldn't have known how he died after being driven out (maid language).

Cervantes as a black dragon, he has a lot of doubts, such as whether the person who gave him pocket money will embezzle his gold coins and gems, he has thought about it many times, but every time he is a little uncertain, and he doesn't dare to eat people, if he eats it, no one will send him money next time, he still has this IQ.

When the maid arrived, he felt much more comfortable, for at least someone who could count them had come to count him, and it made him feel how wise he had made fifteen years ago.

He only liked the gold coins and the gems themselves, and the amount of money was really just a number to him, but he just liked to listen to the maid report them to him, because it would give him pleasure.

Serena climbed onto her master's back with ease, and Cervantes never let anyone climb on his back—except his maid!

"Alright. The maid on her back said.

Cervantes began to run, the wings on his back flapping, and Serena, sitting on the back of the dragon, unleashed a ring of 'windproof barriers' to herself, which was a magic that appeared only after the invention of airships, four hundred years ago, and was a widely spread protective magic.

The wind blew up the dust, and the black dragon threw itself into the sky with a strong force of all fours, and the reaction force threw itself into the sky, and the wings flapped violently, and the huge but well-proportioned black dragon flew into the sky.

Although the location of the lair had long been known, Cervantes insisted on taking the money elsewhere, because he could not guarantee that those people would see his treasure and see it, and even if he could hold back for a while, the rich treasure of the black dragon could make anyone tempted.

It's okay if you don't see it, but once you do, then not many people can endure this temptation.

In Cervantes's understanding, human beings are greedy, and it is only a matter of how much or whether they can control themselves, and he must be careful for the sake of his own treasure.

The wind that passed by her didn't blow Serena's cloak, and although it only protected against the natural wind, it was perfect for such a place.

"Whew!"

The signal fireworks exploded in the sky, and the black dragon's body tilted to the left, turning a bend of about seventy degrees in the sky, flying in the direction of the signal fireworks.

Approaching the treetops, Cervantes' wings flapped, and a gust of wind pushed the treetops down, landing gently in the clearing ahead.

"Master Cervantes!" a middle-aged man who was waiting for the black dragon on the edge of the clearing greeted him, his face anxious.

The black dragon looked around, but found that there were no treasure chests containing gold coins and gems, and even the escorts were only three, which made him feel a little happy and instantly fell to the bottom, and shouted: "Tosoro, where are my lovely gold coins, why didn't I see them?"

"Young Master Cervantes......" The rugged-looking man's eyes turned red, "Lord Duke hopes that you can go back to inherit the Sorrowful Wind Lord—he's dying!"