The king, mad with grief, had gone into a mad rage.

He sent his silver cup containing his wine to the other side of the room and shouted like a fool at Professor Rogue.

"It can't be possible! You're elite and you can't get your hands on a single dragon! When I see the list of attacks in the kingdom, it's as if they're disappearing and we have to take innocent people to carry out public executions. It doesn't make sense! But I CAN'T go back. The Demon Lord's army is close to the kingdom and the Elfs are waiting for a sign of weakness.

People die in these wars and there are sacrifices. The nation comes first! I need one or two dragons on the block! The honor of Arcadia is at stake! I was supposed to marry Princess Isolde, but as long as we're in mourning, that's not possible."

"Sire, there's the Aqua Dragon raised with the Knight Valiant and his dragon but they're harmless and loved by the locals. What you ask is a butcher's hunt!"

"You let two monstrosities get away worse than their father and magicians above all else and look where that got us: No more castle, no more family, the king dead and parliament too. And Zanzar in ashes. And a mad, necromantic dragon on the loose!"

"Do as you're told. Mandrake will succeed Zanzar and he's from Winterfort and he could close down Academia for Winterfort."

"You have changed, Sire! At your command! "And Rogue went away with her head down.

"Bunch of incompetents" spat out Duncan - they don't see the danger these beasts represent!

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Lalalalalla, la la, Smurf lala!" I sang in the morning as I peeled potatoes and traded them for meat with a frightened farmer.

I wanted to make myself a nice potato and cream au gratin in an oven that I improvised in another ruin that we restored a little better.

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This time we had a bigger tower and a big hall and bigger rooms for us between the tower and the cliff. The tower served as a stairwell, but it was cozy for red dragons.

We had luxury tastes compared to the "beasts" of our race.

I had a feeling that in a few days Fuchur would come and play, so we prepared sweets, sweets and chews. We hunted wild boar and set up a smokehouse and a salt cellar.

Hams were cooked in large pots and a dragon fumet rivaled the sausage museum.

A/D my son had his "baptism" in Bastogne at the museum of charcuterie. Liquid lard overheated by the heat wave fell on him and he was soaked from head to toe with fat. It goes without saying that his clothes went to the dustbin, the smell of smoked ham permeated to the bone.

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Auberone rushed into the kitchen:

"ARGGH, what a good smell! I can smell it from miles away!"

Tell me what you're up to!"

"Ham with honey!" and bacon with mustard! And here, ham with fir shoots and forest herbs!

Here is a test of very lean but very strong Bündnerfleisch. It's made like cheese.

and here are cheese tomes!

I had lots of milk for meat and a few services with the farmer down here.

There are 3 families and about 70 people in this remote hamlet and since he's the mayor of the village at the same time, we offer him our protection and in exchange we have access to the farms to barter with them."

"But that's great!" (Auberone)

"Yes, let's hope so, let's hope so!

That's it, I'm done!

Shall we go swimming?

The last one naked lost!"

"But we're naked all the time!"

HAHAHAHA

HIHIHIHIHIH!

We took a plunge into the lake which was smaller, but the water was cooler and without a vase, clear and very pleasant to drink.

The air was really pure here and it was half mountain with all these colors and reflections. It was beautiful.

We also had Mr. Echo and we had fun shouting our names backwards so that the echo would straighten them out, well that's what I made my sister believe, then after a day of unsuccessful attempts, I laughed at her and told her the truth.

She pushed me in the water of rage and we all ended up soaked.

Then when we both went out to the shore, we dried off and a wave of icy water engulfed us and soaked us. BRRRRRRR . we turned around : FUCHUR!

"We tried to catch him but in vain, his legs had membranes to swim and his tail was a real fin. Otherwise, we had to crawl to catch a salmon...

We laughed ourselves to death and played water pistol with our cheeks but fuchur won all the time.

We cheated with magic and made invisible walls of strength and Fuchur would swim and then end up in an air hole instead of water and fall to the bottom and we laughed at him.

His mother Aqua came to see how we had settled in and thought it was too sophisticated for her. She had an underwater nest with a bubble that was difficult or impossible to access and a hot water chamber, a kind of kettle to heat herself instead of a fire and algae mattresses.

Fuchur liked human comfort and spent all his time at Vaillant's house, which he considered more like his father than his uncle.

"Wow, it's great here! There's even a guest room and a bathroom for us! Mum, Mum, can we sleep here?

I want everything here!"

Then we put on our sails and put on some music and our tower was transformed by illusion into Poseidon's palace and the theme was sashimi, sushi and fish wok! and on another dish, farmhouse potatoes on a bed of bacon gratinated with cream dragon style.

Vaillant arrived later, out of breath, but when he saw the show he was stunned.

We danced, there was music and invisible servants brought sweets and sweets to our guests.

"We put on this little show to make up for it and get off on the right foot together".

Aqua: "I thought magic was combat-oriented only!"

"Oh, no, we hate violence, but we have to survive," Auberone said.

Valiant ate and forgot his message, then it all came back to his bottom in one fell swoop:

"Aqua, Fuchur, we have to split up. You must stay with Vermithraxa and Auberone! You must flee the village!"

The mayor of Darkville (Sombreffe) received a missive by "mistake" from the capital.

King Star wants the four of you captured and of course, there's a log waiting for you there. I'm a dragon slayer, but you're my family!

No one knows you're here, but you'll have to be prepared to run away again and again.

We'll hug Fuchur and Aqua and say: Welcome home! Now we're a family of four and no more secrets, okay?"

"No more secrets."

we cut off the palms of our paws and mixed our respective bloods and, and jumped in the water to cool off.

Then each of us, with our backs to a rock, Vaillant came to join us, but keeping his distance from us, considering our size as giants next to him, we started chatting like gossiping.

"Say, Aqua, haven't you ever been swimming in hot springs? Volcanic hot water? There are small jets of massaging geysers and often pools of hot mud excellent for cleaning and polishing our scales and horns. With a sheet afterwards, you can see your reflection in it!"

Aqua:" I remember my mom used to go near the volcano and she seemed relaxed but now that I think about it is it the hot spring or the beautiful dragons that bathed there?"

Fuchur, visibly jealous, stopped playing and asked. "There are beautiful dragons where?? Dragons? Huh? Are there?"

We laughed at him.

"It's not funny!" sulking.

shhht! Knights in armor! Silence!"

Fuchur and Valiant came out of the water to equip themselves.

The soldiers, hadn't spotted us yet, were heading for the farms.

There must have been a hundred of them!