Dear Broom Knight

Lori didn't quite trust the light orb that wouldn't mention what kind of life in another world it would give him, nor would it give him a clear identity, even if he felt like he was dreaming.

But that light orb promised to help him clean up his phone and computer, especially the hidden drives!

Whether he encountered a game invading reality, or there was a real possibility of a trip to another world, neither was as important as this promise.

After finally breaking through certain restrictions and seeing this memory, the current Lori also agreed with his original choice, even feeling that the little artist's decision could be described as wise and mighty.

A person's death can be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.

Someone like him, who hadn't accomplished much, was better off dying lighter than a feather, leaving no trace of worldly charm, and not even a single like.

Ever since recalling this, Lori had completely let go of his past life.

Although he sold himself to another world, he had no regrets.

At least he had brought his previous life to a satisfactory conclusion.

The little artist came happily, and although it wasn't always pleasant in the middle, he at least left happily.

On the contrary, he, who now seemed powerful and held a certain amount of power, had no possibility of doing whatever he wanted.

For so many years, Lori had confined himself to this small barony, not because he didn't really want to see the outside world.

But because he didn't have the ability.

At most, he could go to the capital of the Northern Lands, and still give several groups of people a chance to attack him.

Although he could call for help, it wasn't like they were his own parents; even the best of friends would expect something in return.

The reckless Lori of his childhood could never reappear after bearing the future of so many people.

Now, he could even consider the feelings of his subordinates!

After living for thirty years, Lori had finally matured into a qualified leader.

Although he occasionally felt bored, he was willing to accept this change in himself.

Lori reached out and summoned his broom, which had been crafted to be pearly and gleaming, with a faint purple light, and flew directly into the clouds.

Letting the broom fly leisurely with the white clouds, Lori lay back on it, enjoying the rare afternoon sun in winter.

Ever since the little light orb hung on him, he had fallen in love with sunbathing.

Lori always had the illusion that he could also photosynthesize.

The Sun God must have given him some kind of blessing, but unfortunately, he couldn't figure out what it was for the time being.

Huh?

Lori turned around and looked down twice… he felt like something was flying below him.

"Bobo?"

Lori was startled and quickly lowered the broom, rushing to Bobo, who had actually flown over two thousand meters.

"Uncle Lori!" The little dragon looked at him with a face of relief.

"Don't stop flapping your wings!" Lori immediately shouted.

"Oh, oh!" Bobo obediently continued to flap his wings.

Lori quickly waved his fingers, summoning a small whirlwind to slowly spin around Bobo.

"Come on, flap your wings to the rhythm of my instructions: one, two… one~~~ two~~~ very good, slowly stop, feel the weight of the wind, integrate yourself into it…"

Fortunately, Bobo could still listen obediently when he was really in danger, so he quickly learned how to use the airflow.

The organs in a dragon's body are very complex, and naturally there are also special structures that can correspond to the airflow. Once learned, there will basically be no more problems.

Dragon flight accidents usually occur during the flight process; those drifting with the airflow will mostly be fine.

Lori thought about it and decided to let Bobo familiarize himself with this state for a while before sending him down.

Fortunately, Bobo trusted him enough.

Otherwise, even if Lori was already a qualified sixth-circle mage, it wouldn't be so easy to lift him, who already weighed more than a ton, up and send him down smoothly.

He thought about it and decided to go back and add a meal for himself, so that he wouldn't worry about using too much force the next time he needed to lift a ton of living things.

There was no way around it; Lori had indeed trained his control over magic, and could make it as big or as small as he wanted, and had even experimented with metals of different weights and volumes, but that was all just a rough estimate, not so precise.

And once it was used on someone he cared about, he himself would be a little worried.

Naturally, he couldn't use it then.

Falling from two thousand meters, although they were thick-skinned and their bones were light, so they wouldn't die so easily, they would still be seriously injured!

How dare he rush up before his wings had even grown!

"Where's your father? Not home?" Although his heart was churning, Lori certainly wouldn't scold him at this time, so he simply changed the subject.

"Dad has been away a lot in the past two years," Bobo replied softly.

It seemed he was really frightened, otherwise Bobo wouldn't be so well-behaved and cute.

"Where did you jump up from?" Lori tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"Dad's ice pillar, I climbed four-fifths of the way up!" Bobo's tone rose slightly.

No wonder.

Lori silently put down his worried heart.

Bolanios's peak, under his careful care, had long exceeded three thousand meters.

Bobo must have climbed to the top and then lost his grip, falling down and flapping his wings desperately after getting a shock.

Then his wings could indeed support him a little.

In fact, most dragons would add a little magical boost when flying upwards from below.

On the contrary, they didn't need any lightness spells; the innate flying organs growing in their bodies would automatically cast spells for them, making them feel light as a feather from their bones.

Bobo and the others had already entered adolescence, so this organ had initially grown, but it wasn't mature enough.

Just like their wings.

Flapping them could fly several thousand meters, but they definitely hadn't fully grown, and the muscles weren't strong enough.

Bolanios might not be such an attentive father, but he was also a normal parent, and wouldn't leave without giving his children enough safety guarantees.

Normally speaking, if Bobo fell down along that peak, even if he forgot to flap his wings to maintain his balance and grab the mountain walls along the way because of the shock, the clouds and wind dancing around the ice peak would provide several points of assistance.

After falling down, there would be nothing serious besides a little shock, a few scratches, and a trace of embarrassment.

But Bobo had actually flown out directly in a panic.

When Bolanios came back, he had to tell him… if Bobo could have this kind of problem, Weiss and Lily might too.

That guy couldn't just focus on preparing to fly away with his wife and ignore the safety of his children.

If he was so careless, Lori guaranteed that he would definitely complain to Ruthcania!

Heh~

Lori chuckled softly: "Bobo, you have to learn to be calmer! You're the older brother."

Bobo immediately raised his head and puffed out his chest, flapping his wings hard: "I'm very calm! I didn't even shout!"

Lori couldn't help but laugh.

The reason Bobo didn't shout was probably because he couldn't think of anyone to ask for help from, right?

After being disciplined by their parents for so many years, none of the three little dragons had thin skin; they cried when they needed to cry, and made a fuss when they needed to make a fuss.

If they didn't cause a little trouble, their parents would think they hadn't reached their limit.

Of course, if they started making a fuss too early, they would also be punished… Ruthcania and Bolanios were very experienced; it was easy to tell if they were faking it too early.

Only when they really reached their limit, and then added crying and wailing, would they possibly be let off.

Even Bobo, who was very proud at first, could easily lie on the ground and kick his legs and howl.

But that was only in the castle.

The children had already regarded that place as their home.

At home, they could do anything.

Once they left the house, Bobo was once again that proud, confident little dragon who didn't want to bow his head.

If Lori hadn't suddenly been in the mood to sunbathe today, he would have struggled desperately, trying to fly back to his father's mountain.

If that didn't work, he could also land on the mountain peaks near the Gale Wolves.

Although they didn't have a very good attitude towards Bolanios, the Gale Wolves were still very fond of the three little dragons.

Young cubs always had privileges.

They would even bring the three little dragons specialties they encountered while patrolling… linden honey.

This was a very delicious snack for the little dragons, and it could also replenish their lost strength and magical power.

That was honey brewed by magical bees, and even Lori didn't have much of it.

The Gale Wolves were able to obtain the recognition and gratitude of the bee colony and obtain the honey because they helped the bees drive away the earth bears that came for the scent several times during their patrols.

Of course, at least half of it was given to Lori… as a gift to the lord.

Although Lori collected taxes from them.

But that was collected entirely according to the standards of human subjects.

For the large and wealthy Gale Wolves, it was simply not worth mentioning; they could pay until the end of time.

However, this money was proof of their formal identity.

The Gale Wolves understood Lori's intentions very well and cherished them very much.

Therefore, they would collect some good things they encountered on patrol and send them to Lori.

Lori naturally wouldn't refuse either.

This was a gift sincerely sent by the Gale Wolves; he only needed to accept it with a smile.

On this point, Lori could be proud.

"So, calm and composed Bobo, can you follow the direction of the wind column now?" Lori looked at the proud little dragon with a smile.

"Yes! No problem!" Bobo tried hard to stare at the wind column surrounding him, exerted a little force with his wings, and finally adjusted his body to a downward-sloping 45-degree position.

Then he followed the same tilted wind angle, and slowly slid to the ground at the same speed.

"Ah… I'm back!" Bobo finally had a feeling until he landed on the ground.

Then he immediately put away his wings and struck a triumphant pose.

After all, his younger siblings, who had discovered that he had impulsively taken to the sky, had already rushed over.