Chapter 1200： Dragon and ticket

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?"

This voice immediately stirred Byron's body, and then he saw Pea's figure appear in his sight, the latter trotting all the way with a surprised expression on his face, and before running to him, he started to balabala: " Hey! Dad, why did you come back today? Didn’t I think that there are still one or two days before? And why don’t you send a magic net message before you go home? Who is this dragonborn? You are from the north together Are you here? Don’t you like flying? What do you say that you would rather go on horseback than dragoons... By the way, you haven’t received the message I sent you a while ago? You just went home early, so wait ..."

Pea’s voice relied on the magical device she carried. As long as her thoughts flowed, she could balabala non-stop. She didn’t need to take a breath or rest. She ran all the way and talked about it all the way. It didn’t stop until Byron’s eyes. The mechanically synthesized voice that lacks emotional fluctuations is not affected by running. It is almost as if five high-drunk ambers are speaking together. Byron opened his mouth several times to interrupt without success, but the one next to him. The young sheriff suddenly cried out in surprise, causing Pea to stop temporarily.

"Miss Pea?" The sheriff's eyes were full of surprises, and his voice was raised a little higher. Obviously, as one of the patrol officers in this neighborhood, he is no stranger to Pea living in this area. "Why are you... wait, this is Your father?!"

The young man finally reacted, his whole body stiffened, and then he looked at Byron, who had already given up thinking stupidly, with an extremely complicated and tense gaze, and opened his mouth for a long time before he could say: "You...you Okay, Lord Byron, I didn't recognize it just now..."

Byron finally slapped his forehead and sighed long, while Ashalena, who had been watching the excitement from just now, shook her slender neck, revealing a fang up to half a meter wide. Smiles all over: "Oh huo——"

Pea didn’t know what was going on, she just turned her attention to the young sheriff: “Ah, Mr. George, you have never seen my dad, but I think you should always read from books, shows, or certain portraits. Have you seen him before?"

"This...I didn't dare to think about it all of a sudden," the young sheriff said at a loss, "I didn't expect that I would meet such a big man..."

"Okay, okay, let's not discuss these," Byron felt bigger and bigger, and hurriedly interrupted the communication between the sheriff and Pea, and said quickly while taking money from his wallet, "I will pay the fine first. Is it okay? Then when I go home and settle down, I will report to the air traffic control... Don't worry, I will definitely go, and the lady next to me, she will definitely go too..."

The sheriff suddenly seemed a little flustered: "This...If you knew it was you..."

"Fortunately you didn't know it was me before! Fortunately you know it is me now!" Byron was dumbfounded. "Hurry up and finish your work, boy, I don't want to stay here anymore. I'm afraid the people in the whole block will be able to do so Knowing what's going on here, I have seen people gathering in front of the street to watch the excitement."

The sheriff reacted, and quickly nodded while accepting the fine: "Ah...ah, good! Lord Byron! I'll sign the word..."

Pea looked up curiously at Ashalena, who was looking at the scenery, and then at Byron: "Dad, what's wrong with you guys? How do I feel that the atmosphere here is more than just illegal flying and landing... Is this dragon descendant a lady? I haven't seen her! Is it your friend, Dad? Can you introduce me..."

Seeing that the pea is showing signs of balabala again, Byron’s forehead is sweating cold, and he waved his hand again and again: "Go home, talk about it when you go home!"

Then he turned his head to look at Asha Lena: "Are you still planning to watch the excitement? Change it back quickly-you are already lively enough here!"

Ashalena snorted in her throat, but she was obviously in a good mood. She moved her limbs at will, and a huge light curtain emerged out of thin air, covering its huge body completely-in the light and shadow floating room, the dragon’s The body quickly faded.

Looking at the figure that appeared in the light curtain, Pea opened her eyes somewhat surprised: "Oh—"

The red-haired dragon-printed witch came out from the light curtain. She smiled and came to Pea, and waved to the little girl who was a little sluggish: "Hello, I know your name is Pea-your father often mentions you. , You can call me Ashalena."

……

Inside Cecil Palace, in the study room on the second floor covered with a blue velvet carpet, Amber's figure emerged from the dark shadows, and lightly jumped to Gawain's desk: "Byron is back, and there seems to be some trouble there. Not much movement."

"Not big or small?" Gao Wen looked up from the pile of documents in surprise. He knew that Byron would arrive in Cecil City early today. After all, he had received a report from Beigang before. But he was more interested in the "movements" mentioned by Amber. "What kind of trouble has he caused? It is not reasonable, he has been quite calm in the past two years..."

"He came back with Ashalena-oh, this should have been mentioned in the previous report," Amber said casually. "It's not a big deal. It's just that the foreign dragonborn are not familiar with the local system, and Byron even The man and the dragon were detained..."

Gao Wen: "..."

He didn’t expect that Byron, who hadn’t been back for more than a year, would make such a lively appearance. How should I put it... As expected, one of Cecil’s oldest comedians...

He shook his head dumbfoundedly, thinking that this was not a big deal, and at this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from the door, which interrupted his communication with Kohaku.

The door of the study room opened, and Betty's figure appeared in front of him-she was a little panting, it looked as if she was running all the way.

"Master... Your Majesty!" The head maid almost said the wrong thing as soon as she spoke, and hurriedly struck the words before continuing, "Miss Merita of the Dragon Race is here, saying that she brought important information from Tarrond. ...Related to the Wilde family."