Dear Broom Knight

So, basically, a dragon is born looking a certain way, and that's how it will always look.

Vis thought that since others could live well, he naturally could too.

As long as he learned from his parents, even with greed, he could always control it with reason.

Uncle Lorry also often taught them how to manage with the fewest people, and how to control people without worrying about their loyalty or whether their work effort was sufficient... That factory management stuff was really useful.

And at the same time, he could also learn how to minimize the benefits given out, or replace them with things that dragons didn't care about but humans cherished.

This was very useful.

Uncle Lorry even trained their tolerance for gold and jewels, teaching them to at least learn to divide them equally... although only among the three siblings.

Perhaps after accepting this, and thinking back to the circles Uncle Lorry had drawn for them, Vis felt that he could at least accept the behavior of dividing out some scraps in exchange for more wealth.

Just as Uncle Lorry said, as long as he could do this, even if he had a bad temper and was irritable, humans would call him a kind dragon.

If he couldn't, even if he only occupied his own mountains and minerals, and killed only the fools who came to covet his property, he would still be called an evil dragon.

Vis didn't care about the latter, but when necessary, he had to know how to do the former.

Only then could Uncle Lorry watch them leave home with peace of mind.

Vis felt that in this regard, he was much stronger than Bobo and Lily!

Too lazy to look at his stupid brother, Vis lay on the ground wagging his tail, fantasizing about the wonderful days after adulthood.

Bobo plopped back down heavily, muttering and mumbling to himself.

Lorry listened for a while, and his face became a little embarrassed: "Bobo, who did you learn this from?"

It wasn't that the child was using particularly dirty words, but rather, it was a bit like nagging.

The three little dragons usually only came into contact with the knights in the castle and the Gale Wolves outside... Neither of them were the type to say乱话in front of children.

Including the Gale Wolf King, who liked to lecture his son.

"I know, I know~ It's the little birds, oh~" Lily replied happily, "Bobo likes to listen to them argue."

Lorry only felt a darkness before his eyes, and the proud emotions that had just arisen vanished in an instant.

Coming from the south and going to the north, they didn't know how many towns they had passed, or how many prosperous flocks of birds they had seen... They were simply the kings of gossip.

Moreover, they would overturn the table at the slightest provocation.

When they started scolding, they would not only curse the other party's birthplace to their final resting place, but would even expose what kind of bugs they liked to eat and how many grains of rice they had stolen.

The inside information they revealed during their usual chats often turned into stones that their companions threw back at them.

Each hit left them seeing stars.

The reason for this was that there were too many complex species of birds, including many slaughterers who were good at hunting birds.

Lorry couldn't allow these birds to eat in his castle.

Who knew how many lucky ones who had escaped from his claws were waiting inside!

In addition to the races that already had feuds... in the end, they simply started arguing.

The little birds were quick-tongued, and they could indeed make some inarticulate hawks and other hunting birds unable to keep up.

But they also had their own methods.

They didn't need to confront the little birds, they only needed to slowly discuss the taste characteristics of certain birds when they started scolding.

That would guarantee the other side would jump up and down.

What could scolding do? Whoever was triggered knew.

As long as they met, it would be a big battle, and they would call friends and companions, fighting until it was time to eat.

Others who didn't understand might find these undulating bird calls interesting.

For Lorry, it was a disaster.

Therefore, Lorry asked them to put the arguing place in the forest between Moon Lake and Outer Lake, where no one went.

He really didn't expect that Bobo would be willing to listen to this... Ah, how could he forget that dragons were born with the ability to understand many animal languages!

Lorry stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead: Taking care of children is really difficult!

He had clearly taught everything very well and very seriously, how could he... accidentally go off track in this kind of place?

"Uncle Lorry, don't worry about the swear words Bobo learned." Lily said with a comforting face, "The White Dragon's inherited memories have much dirtier words than these."

Lorry looked down at her in confusion: "Ah? There's this in the inherited memories?"

"Doesn't Uncle Lorry have it in his inherited memories?" Even Vis looked over with curiosity, "Magic Crystal Dragons just scold less, but they have it too!

Not to mention the White Dragons, they can almost publish a complete collection of swear words."

"Why are you looking at this?" Lorry lowered his head and asked very seriously, "Inherited memories can only be seen if you want to see them, right?"

Only then did the three little dragons realize what they had revealed.

Bobo opened his mouth without thinking: "Dad..."

Lily quickly raised her voice and shouted "Uncle Lorry!" interrupting her stupid and impulsive brother.

She understood what Bobo wanted to say, and Bolanios and Ruthkania really didn't care about these things.

But Uncle Lorry cared!

He wholeheartedly wanted to raise the three of them better than anyone else, and etiquette was naturally one of them.

It wasn't about making them abide by the red tape of humans, but about being more elegant and serious.

Uncle Lorry had never doubted whether their nature could do this, after all, Ruthkania also behaved like a serious dragon in front of him.

Although she wasn't at all, and she swore more fluently than anyone else.

But their mother was particularly good at pretending.

Lily looked at Lorry who was looking over and said very seriously: "Uncle Lorry, although we don't need to come into contact with these things here, we will have to come into contact with other White Dragons sooner or later.

Mom and Dad have always told us how to treat those dragons who might have bad ideas about us.

Because we heard some relatively vulgar language, we all wanted to see how vulgar it was."

Vis nodded in agreement: "Uncle Lorry, don't worry, we just want to know, we don't plan to follow along and learn.

Just look at Bobo, he's just mumbling."

Lorry nodded a little confused.

How did he feel that something was wrong?

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Turning his head and glanced at the manor on the hill, Lorry still put down his concern about this matter... Since Mrs. Yagris didn't think Lily had any problems, then, this child should indeed not have the habit of swearing.

Just knowing, that definitely doesn't matter.

He himself knew it too.

Lorry actually didn't care about swearing or not, but he really didn't like the very vulgar and lewd words in this world.

Swearing only needed to directly point to the other party's pain, what was the use of those dirty words?

He definitely wouldn't go exploring this kind of thing in his inherited memories.

Therefore, he really didn't know that dragons even passed this stuff on to their descendants.

Forget it, let's just pretend he doesn't know!

Lorry narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and said seriously: "Although I can not care about these things, after all, the difference between dragons and humans is very big.

I sometimes tend to overreact.

But, Bobo, Vis, Lily.

Don't waste your mental energy on this kind of thing, okay?

I accept the result of you having to sleep because you accidentally saw too many memories.

But I can't accept it being for watching this kind of thing.

Those, you can wait until you enter your youth before reading them."

Bobo looked at his younger brother and sister, and resignedly lowered his head: "Understood, Uncle Lorry."

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Lorry stood quietly in the center of the sea of ​​spirit, watching the slightly formed light dragon in his mind.

His form was very slender, and his posture was very elegant.

Lorry couldn't determine whether the silver, blue-glowing scales were the color of the dragon itself, or because it was a condensation of his mental power.

The clouds surrounding the dragon's body gave him the illusion that he was a Floating Cloud Dragon.

But that kind of dragon was either orange or a golden red mixed with silver.

It could never be blue.

Lorry shook his head, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and silently stretched out his hand to the dragon.

Then he merged directly with the light dragon.

This was his sea of ​​spirit!

The huge light dragon flashed and rushed directly into the small spot of light in the sea of ​​spirit.

Opening his eyes again, Lorry was already standing in his demiplane castle.

This was a relatively rare red castle.

Although Lorry's basic achievements were locked, his management and farming achievements were completed well.

This was the Red Maple Castle appearance he had just completed some time ago.

Lorry walked slowly, admiring the beautiful scenery inside and outside the castle.

This was likely to be the last time he saw these beautiful images.

He didn't stop his footsteps because of anything, after all, he didn't leave anything that could be taken away.

Unfortunately, the scenery cannot be taken away.

He found it difficult to mix out such brilliant and diverse reds outside.

That was too wasteful.

Many common natural pigments in the past were now one precious mineral after another in this world.

Especially gold and red, which were generally casting materials.

Lorry could take some to make oil painting materials, but he still couldn't do something like painting the entire castle.

As a mage lord, he could indeed enjoy a luxurious life, but he couldn't be too extravagant and昏庸.

Lorry stood still for a while and chose a corridor that he had clicked countless times in the picture to walk into.

That was the door leading to the kitchen.

He carefully looked at the chef who had fed him for thirty years.

The stiff puppet ignored him and just stood there in a daze.

"Well~ Thomas ah~ Thank you, goodbye."