Gwen turned a deaf ear to Amber's whining because he knew that the half-elf was just talking nonsense. She had not jumped into the room through the window for a long time, and had not triggered the "Anti- Amber Trap" on the nearby street lamps and roofs. She had grown up compared to before.
Apart from her size and figure.
Gwen stepped forward and opened the window of the study. The two Young Dragons, who had been running around outside, immediately jumped in through the window. They first ran quickly on the ground, and then ran to Gwen as if they had remembered something. They neatly spread their wings and lowered their heads (this might be a bow in dragon form), and made a "Caw —" sound. Then, they ran to Amber together and made the same "Caw —" sound.
Amber and Gwen were both surprised and amused as they looked at the two Young Dragons greeting each other. Amber could not help but say, "This … I didn't expect them to be so polite."
"The Young Dragon's mind has grown so quickly …" Gwen was surprised by another thing. "How long has it been since they hatched? Not only can they fly all the way here from Embassy Street, but they also know how to greet each other politely … I thought that creatures like Dragons, who have a very long lifespan and are at the top of the food chain, must have a very long childhood, just like the elves …"
"I thought so too." Amber squatted down and caressed the scale-covered heads of the two Young Dragons. "But now it seems that this is our stereotype. Of course, it is also possible that the Dragons have adjusted their genetic information at some point in time to speed up the growth of the Young Dragon. After all, their technology was so advanced that it was child's play to make a Young Dragon in the factory …"
It seemed that the Shame of All Things had started a new round of divergence, but this time Gwen did not follow her blindly. He checked the two Young Dragons and found that they did not carry the notes from Melita or Noretta. He knew that the two little ones had snuck out secretly. He looked up at the sky outside the window and saw that the sun was setting. It was already late. He turned to Amber and said, "I'm afraid that Melita is starting to worry. You go and send a message to the Tarlonde Embassy. Tell them that the Young Dragon is here. Let the two little ones stay here for dinner tonight. It just so happens that Enya hasn't seen them for two days and has been nagging a few times."
"Okay, I'll go and let them know." Amber got up and said. But before her voice trailed off, her figure had gradually faded in the air.
When the two Young Dragons saw Amber disappear into thin air, they suddenly cried out in surprise and circled around the ground as if looking for a gap to hide. But after a few seconds, they lost interest and went back to Gwen and circled around him. They even used their heads to nudge Gwen's knee and made happy but incomprehensible sounds from their throats.
Getting along with the cubs of Dragons was a novel experience even for Gwen. Although it was not the first time he was with the two little ones, he still could not help but sigh at the two Young Dragons' fun and quirky.
The innate development of mobility and intelligence made the cubs of Dragons different from other races, and this was reflected in their preference for Cecil's Palace and their intimate attitude towards Gwen. The two little ones seemed to know very well where they were born. They still remembered the breath of everyone around them when they were born. When they first learned to crawl, they ran all the way from the Embassy Street to the lawn in front of Cecil's Palace. The chaos caused at that time was still fresh in Gwen's memory. And it was foreseeable that the number of times they came here to cause trouble would not be few …
But Gwen did not mind at all. He liked the Dragons very much.
Not long after, the Emperor's family dinner was ready in the dining hall. With the cook and servants busy, the long dining table was filled with sumptuous but not extravagant food. Additional dining chairs (although they were not necessarily used) were also brought out. Gwen sat at the head of the family, while Heti, Rebecca and the others lined up in order. As for Amber … as usual, she sat on the left side of Gwen with a drumstick and beer raised in her hand.
If there was a stubborn and serious person who saw the Emperor's family dining scene, he or she would most likely write a few thousand words of criticism and discussion, because there were too many situations at the dining table that did not conform to "aristocratic etiquette" and "royal dignity". However, Gwen himself was very satisfied with this lively and unruly "family dinner". He had always believed that mealtime was the most relaxing time, especially when he was with his family and friends. This precious time should not be given to the energy-wasting red tape and "etiquette". This had been the case since he first set up a camp here, and it had never changed until he became the ruler of this vast empire.
Regarding this point, even Heti, who valued tradition and "rules" very much, had long been used to it. She was even used to the scene of Amber and Rebecca fighting for the last drumstick at the dining table.
Considering Heti's character, it was really not easy …
Gwen looked at the end of the dining table and saw another figure who rarely appeared in the dining room. It was a giant golden egg with glowing runes flowing on the surface of the eggshell. She stood in a rather imposing manner opposite Gwen, 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 down from the chairs prepared for them. At this time, they were happily jumping up and down around the golden egg. From time to time, they would climb to the top of the eggshell, like the Giant Dragon entrenched in the ancient castle in the bards' stories, squatting on top of the eggshell with its tail coiled up, and constantly stretching its neck to make non-threatening "Oh!" sounds.
If it were an ordinary person in charge of taking care of this place, they would have been flustered in front of the Young Dragon's exuberant energy and strong physique. However, for the gods of the past, this level of trouble was not worth mentioning at all. Enya just let the Young Dragon climb up and down on her body, and it did not affect her interest in drinking tea and reading the newspaper.
Of course, considering the current state of the Dragon God, no one could tell whether she was indifferent or not. Anyway, she just stood there.
The aroma of food wafted in the dining room. Amber held a half-eaten drumstick and ate happily, but soon she glanced in the direction of the Young Dragon and Enya, and then saw Tyre lying on a chair not far away, sleeping like a corpse without eating. She finally could not help but whisper to Gwen next to her, "Hey, I don't mean to say this … Do you feel that there are fewer and fewer normal people gathering around you? Nowadays, it's not easy to have someone at the table who looks like a human … "
Her voice was not loud, but it obviously could not escape the perceptive golden egg. Enya's gentle and smiling voice immediately came from the end of the long table. "I usually don't come to the dining room. Today I'm just here to show my face because the two little ones are here as guests."
As she spoke, she used her invisible magic to summon the teacup that was floating beside her. She then poured the boiling hot tea on her own eggshell. As the steam rose into the air, the aroma of tea spread across the surface of the giant golden egg. The scene immediately attracted the attention of the baby dragons who were studying whether the table was edible. One of them jumped up to grab the teacup that was floating in the air, while the other opened its mouth and spat out a stream of flame, accurately spraying it on the part of Enya's eggshell where the tea had been poured … It was most likely helping to dry the eggshell.
Looking at the strange and lively scene, Gwen finally could not help but mutter, "I have to go through the SC for a meal. This is really something I've never dreamt of …"
Before his voice trailed off, Tyre, who was about to slide off the chair, suddenly woke up. The siren looked around with her eyes wide open. "Dreaming? Was he dreaming? I'm not sleeping, I'm just taking a nap. Wake me up when it's time to eat … "
Before she could finish, the deep-sea salted fish demon had already slowly closed her eyes and slumped down from the chair again. She looked serene, as if she had fallen asleep.
"I don't even understand why she's here." Amber could not help but look in the direction where Tyre had slumped down. She muttered in a low voice, "She doesn't eat. She's just changing a place to sleep …"
"… I also wanted to ask her about the recent situation in Antavine. It feels like I haven't received any news from there for a long time. I don't know how the restoration project of the sirens has progressed recently." Gwen looked at Tyre helplessly and sighed softly. "Sigh, forget it. Let's wait until she wakes up."
"Don't always be so uptight. At least at this time, you should think about something that has nothing to do with the 'big picture.'" As soon as Gwen's voice trailed off, Enya's voice came from the opposite side. Two Young Dragon were fighting for space on her eggshell. Her voice was calm with a reassuring aura. "Although I have never understood the way the sirens live, at least they are much better than you when it comes to relaxing and 'making oneself happy.'"
"I can't help it. It's hard for my mind to calm down. If I stop thinking, I won't be able to sleep and eat …" Gwen smiled and shook his head. His tone was a little helpless. Then his eyes suddenly fell on the two Young Dragon who were wriggling around. He saw the blue light floating between the scales near the two little guys' necks, and where the blue light extended, there was a faint 'flowing' texture. "Enya, has the 'deep blue mark' on the two little guys changed again?"
"You've noticed it too?" Enya's voice came, as calm and reassuring as ever. "Indeed, it's already at the point where it's visible to the naked eye. It's hard not to notice it … The marks on their bodies have indeed developed again. I used to think that they had some acquired mutations due to the influence of the active energy in the Deep Blue Mesh, and that these mutations would gradually stabilize as they grow, but now it seems that the Deep Blue Mesh's influence on them is more profound than I thought. "
Gwen's hand that was holding the knife and fork subconsciously stopped, and his expression became a little serious. "Is it really okay?"
"I still don't see any negative effects. They are very healthy, healthier than the average Young Dragon, and have a higher development limit in magical perception. It's just that … I noticed that the Deep Blue mark on them has been reacting and interacting with the outside world, which makes me suspect that they have not yet gotten rid of the influence of the Deep Blue Mesh, and even …"
Heti, who had been silent all this while, could not help but break the silence. Like Gwen, she was also concerned about the two little ones hatched in Cecil's palace. "Even?"
"I even suspect that they are still connected to the Deep Blue Mesh." Enya's calm voice finally revealed a trace of worry, but she quickly hid it. "And I'm afraid that we can't cut off this connection."
Gwen stared at the golden eggshell and asked, "Do Melita and Noretta know about this?"
"I've mentioned it to them. As the mothers of Young Dragons, they have the right and obligation to know about the changes that are happening to the two little ones," Enya said slowly. En Ya said slowly. The two young dragons, who were still ignorant, had already climbed down from her eggshell. The little ones looked around and did not feel the change in the atmosphere. Their attention was already on Tyr's tail under the table.
Fortunately, before the two fearless Young Dragons could vaporize the siren's tail with their dragon breath, Enya used an invisible magic to drag them out from under the table.
"They have reported the changes in the two little ones to Tarlonde, and they also reported that 'a large number of dragon eggs may be affected by the Deep Blue Mesh.' But I think with the situation in Tarlonde now … Helagol should not be able to give a quick reply," Enya continued. "Now what we can do is to carefully observe the marks on the two Young Dragons, look for ways to establish a connection between them and the Deep Blue Mesh, and hope that these connections will not affect their health."
Gwen and Heti looked at each other and said in unison, "… I hope so."
…
Standing on a hill in the suburbs overlooking the direction of the imperial city, the artificial lights that were as bright as the Milky Way often stunned outsiders who saw this' city of magic 'for the first time.
The magic crystal lamps dispelled the darkness under the night sky. Under the dense lights along the road was the main road and the shops on both sides of the road that would not be silent even after nightfall. The residential areas in the city were also brightly lit. Lights that were several times brighter than the old oil lamps and candles spilled out from the windows of thousands of households. The 'stars' that fell on the ground were even brighter than the sea of stars in the sky. Ashalena, who was standing on a big rock overlooking the city, could not help but squint slightly.
Under the night sky, the red-haired Dragon Mark Witch sighed softly. "Although I have been here for several days, I still have to say that the night in this city is far more shocking than the day."
"Thousands of lights … When His Majesty first described this scene to us, none of us could imagine what it was like," Byron said in a low voice, standing beside Ashalena. "But then again, I heard from Amber that Tarlonde used to be far more glorious than Cecil City. The lights there could illuminate the land as if it were daytime, and even every brick on the road could emit light …"
"No matter how glorious it was, the former Tarlonde is gone. And even if it is still there, it is the hometown of the pure-blood Dragons, not our descendants." Ashalena shook her head with a chuckle. "And to say something that may raise the blood pressure of the three Giant Dragon leaders, after the war, Tarlonde, with only sparse lights left in the night sky, is far 'brighter' in my eyes than it used to be."
(End of Chapter)
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