Palm Dragon

Chapter 46 is just what you think~

"There's no contradiction between being celibate and helping a little bat," says Iss. "If you find it troublesome, you can wake him up and throw it away or kill him." As long as you don't do it under the nose of the sentimental little dragon, it doesn't matter.

"I thought demons didn't like to meddle in their own business." Layton glanced at the still smiling nobleman, took Casey out of the basket, and put it on the long table.

He put his right hand on Casey and whispered a spell.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the study room with no windows open.

Is brushed away the long silver hair blown to his forehead by the wind, and the little bat on the table disappeared.

"So it looks like this." Mr. Noble touched his chin, observing with great interest the young man who replaced the little bat lying on the long table.

Different from Yisi's skin which was as white as polished ivory, the young man on the table had a pale and transparent complexion, and he could almost see the blood flowing slowly in the azure veins.In stark contrast to his complexion are his bright red lips like roses, and his long eyelashes are like two butterflies docile on both sides of his tall nose.

Unlike when he was a bat, the young man was lying quietly on the table, his extremely white cheeks and bright red lips seemed to have an abrupt and fragile beauty.

Layton's docilely combed white hair was not disturbed by the wind just now, and he withdrew his hand.

"Typical Toledo," Layton concluded.Among the blood clans, only the Toledo family cares about the appearance of each new member.

Even among the vampires known for their delicacy and immortality, Little Bat Casey could be considered a beauty.

Is is proud of his excellent reasoning ability.

Casey, even as a little bat, never forgot to put on airs, only the Toledo family, who are gorgeous and elegant, stupid and sensitive, can be so.

Little Bat Casey couldn't open his eyes.

Even though the scary man put a protective barrier on him, the barrier wouldn't heal him from the magician's attack.

And it was still in the holy imperial capital, he didn't think that his injuries could be healed in this environment.

As time passed, he had gradually begun to lose his body.

Unless someone from Landa appears, he will slowly exhaust himself and die.

Mr. Lan... what are you doing?

Cassie, who is sober for a brief moment now and then, would imagine.

The elegant and powerful Master Lan must be picking out the newest blood slave in the villa now, or it will be at the place of Master Tina...ah, maybe it will be on the bed of that boy Auriqi... Your Excellency seems to be very satisfied with him...

...I must be a masochist myself.

I'm dying thinking about all this shit.

Where Master Lan is, he has never been able to guess casually.

No matter where it is, there will always be oriental incense, crystal clear goblets, hanging curtains and ambiguous whispers...

Anyway, it will not appear in the sacred imperial capital that the blood race hates the most.

Kathy felt a little pain in her eye sockets.

The blood race has no tears, it must be a sign of death, he thought.

Casey, who accepted death calmly, waited for a long time.

It was too long to make him a little impatient.

……

how.

Doesn't seem so weak anymore?

Casey felt in a daze that his body seemed to be injected with a strange force...?

The long eyelashes of the young man on the table trembled.

Layton turned his head to look at Yi Si who was standing calmly on the side.

"I'm just curious." Mr. Noble raised his hand innocently.

"The next thing, you will not be stranger than me." Layton said.

"But you are blood." Iss smiled.

"Okay." Layton looked away. "People are always curious. If Mr. Adrian had a whim one day, I would definitely be as generous as I am today."

"You really are a guy who can't take jokes." Ice complained.

That sullen guy has been abstinent for almost 1000 years, and he dared to blame himself for giving him a little bat.

After closing the study door, Mr. Noble walked briskly down the stairs, deciding to take the butler's dissatisfied eyes as sincere thanks in a magnanimous manner.

He seems to be getting better and better.

"Iss~?" Adrian and Aini were playing cards in the living room. When they saw Iss going downstairs, they threw down the cards in their hands to meet him.

"How is Casey?" Adrian felt aggrieved. He cared so much about Casey, but Layton had warned them not to go upstairs.

Iss smiled and pecked Adrian on the face.

"Maybe it can have dinner with us today."

Oh oh!Will the little bat be cured?

Adrian was delighted.

Aini snorted loudly.

But now it's afternoon tea time, and Butler Layton obviously can't prepare desserts.

Adrian naturally slipped into Iss's arms and was very depressed.

"Someone came here today." Xiaolong took out a piece of kraft paper from under the coffee table.

Unlike the somewhat arrogant goatee in the city hall, the guests this time were extremely enthusiastic, pulling Aini and Adrian to chatter for a whole noon.

Aini shuffled the cards and expressed disdain: "It's just a pestering salesman."

The brown paper was tightly rolled, and Mr. Noble spread it on his knees.

A lot of fluorescent green small characters are densely arranged on the kraft paper.

The noble probably read it, and it was all a "guide" about the full moon festival.

For example, when will there be a big discount on cloaks and robes on XX Street, the elf food festival will be held on XX and other itinerary references, and there seem to be some performances in different public places every day.

But Adrian had little interest in piazza opera and street acrobatics.

Iss saw a line of words circled in a big red pen on the lower half of the paper.

Obviously, the Holy Emperor also attaches great importance to this event, and the circled words are all in bold.

A few caveats are carefully noted below the title.

If you want to participate, please send a letter to the auction house to register and pay the deposit in advance. You are not allowed to be late on the day to receive the number plate and quotation.

Ice slowly folded the brown paper. "Ed wants to go?"

"Think!" Xiaolong nodded wildly.

The word auction is a rare treasure for Long, especially if this scope is a large-scale auction in the entire Ori continent.

The dignitaries who have participated in the Full Moon Festival over the years are also quite enthusiastic about this routine auction.

These prestigious guys are willing to show off in the holy imperial capital, whether it is taste or wealth.

Some big shots even decided to participate in the Full Moon Festival in order to spend money at the auction.

In fact, there is a good chance that something good will be snapped up at this historic auction.

Iss could understand the fanaticism in Adrian's eyes.

"Then we will participate." Ice said softly.

After getting verbal consent from the parents (?), Xiaolong cheered and gave Iss a "MUA" on the cheek, and then he and Aini started to write letters to the auction house to sign up.

Adrian bit the tip of his pen: "The things at the auction must be very expensive." I don't know if the little wealth I have been working hard to accumulate is enough to buy good things~ Aini nodded naturally, and sneered at Xiaolong's worries.

Thinking about it with the toes of his right foot, Mr. Noble will definitely spoil Adrian at the auction, maybe he won't even let him pay for a drink.

Think again with the toes of your left foot, Mr. Noble must be rich as hell.

Although Aini is actually a child of a "rich family" among the elves, he has never worried about money, and he has never seen that the towels in the bathtub are velvet with gold threads like Iss. In the wild, the cufflinks of the coat are also changed to a gemstone guy every day.

Ignoring the elf's inexplicable eyes, Mr. Noble turned over the kraft paper.

It seems that the "salesman" brought only this leaflet and no auction catalogue.

also good.Is thought.

In this way, it will be fresh at the time of auction.

He was more concerned about when Layton upstairs could go downstairs to prepare dinner than the elves and dragons who were discussing the elves and dragons with their heads together.

When Layton walked down the stairs slowly, he was not surprised to receive the baptism of Mr. Noble's fiery eyes.

The old butler turned around and walked into the kitchen without haste.

Iss looked at the butler's white hair and old face, leaning back on the sofa in dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, it's been too long.

Didn't this guy maintain the 'Leyton' look even during "that" time? That little bat must feel like he's having a nightmare.

Mr. Noble, who is not satisfied with gossip, thought badly.

Adrian came over: "Has Casey been cured? What did Layton do upstairs for so long?"

The elf expressed curiosity too.

"First embrace." Mr. Noble replied succinctly.

If the blood clan who is on the verge of death can still be saved, only his eldest relative can do it.

But it is not only time-consuming to find the eldest relative who is his first embrace for the little bat, the little bat probably can't support it for so long.

So, in order to avoid trouble, Mr. Noble suggested that Cappadocia, that is, Layton, do another first hug for Casey.

In fact, it is to replace all the blood in Casey's body that belongs to a blood family of 5th, 6th or higher generations, and make Cappadocia become Casey's new eldest relative.

After becoming Casey's eldest relative, it is easy for the housekeeper to treat the little bat's injury.

Sounds simple, but it's not.

The term first embrace would mean nothing if it was so easily replaced.

In fact, not many vampires would be willing to try another blood change.

Because this means that there will be more than half the chance of death.

This probability is still based on the absolute premise that the vampire holding the second first hug for you is much stronger than the first one.

Eldest relatives are of great significance to blood clans, and unless the second blood clan is strong enough, it is usually impossible to suppress the mutual repulsion of two different bloods.

This requires an overwhelming superiority of strength to be possible.

However, Iss knew that although Cappadocia liked to disguise himself as an old man, his status as a blood prince would not change because of this.

Except for the first-generation blood clan, there is almost no blood in the blood clan that the third generation can't defeat.

In a sense, Casey was very lucky to meet Prince Cappadocia who could walk sideways in the blood clan, and survived the exchange of blood.

But on the other hand, this is actually a tragedy of sorts.

Because no matter whether it was Mr. Noble who didn't like trouble and wanted to coax Xiaolong, or the butler Layton who was reluctant, from the beginning to the end, they never consulted Little Bat Casey's opinion on this solution.

That is to say, Casey, who has turned around in the gate of hell, was inexplicably or involuntarily-under circumstances, two guys who made their own decisions replaced his surname that he had always been proud of.