You and me under the world tree

Head sluggish, dizzy.

But even so, he still recognized the man in front of him.

As for why, it probably can only be attributed to 'temperament'.

With just one glance, Studus can recognize that unique temperament.

Maybe he can hide in the crowd without any violation, and be regarded as a passerby.

However, in Studus' view, as long as he is truly aware of his existence, there will be no cognitive errors in any case.

And more importantly, Studus now has a vague sense of crisis that he didn't have before.

It seemed that as long as he stood in front of him, his hairs would stand on end.

Maybe right now, his head is groggy.

But only this, he was absolutely sure.

Because this has gone beyond the pure five senses and has risen to a life-level crisis.

Although at this time, he was wearing a black robe and sitting quietly by the table alone.

Otherwise, he has no movement.

But even so, Studus can still recall what he was wearing outside.

Dark cloak and armor.

Thinking of this, Studus couldn't help but cast his gaze on his shoulder.

If he remembered correctly, there should be a carving that looked like an evil dragon's skull.

In fact, no one knows why the sages of the Volsung clan suddenly added the evil dragon carving to their armor.

But vaguely, Studus felt as if he understood something.

Although there is no evidence, he just has this feeling.

He stared at the shoulder of the sage.

And at the next moment, the lifelike sculpture of the evil dragon that appeared in his mind seemed to come alive.

At this moment, in his eyes, the metallic luster of the evil dragon's skull was suddenly filled with flesh and blood.

And at that moment, it suddenly became ugly, even the dragon horn disappeared.

Then, it opened its mouth and swooped straight out.

"what!!"

At this moment, Studus only felt his hair stand on end.

But at the moment he exclaimed, the evil dragon also let out its own roar.

"Gah!"

The pitch-black evil dragon roared like this.

However, that slightly hoarse and immature voice was extremely inconsistent.

"??"

It was also for this reason that Studus couldn't help but froze in place.

He thought he had been attacked and couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Because if you look closely, the thing that leaps over is not an evil dragon, it's a thing like a doll or a sculpture.

However, the reason to describe it that way is because of its size.

Because it is as big as a palm.

But in reality, Studus felt that no one would collect such an ugly little guy.

Not even dragon horns.

Looks like a... baby dragon?

"Gah!"

At this moment, the little evil dragon roared as if it sensed Studus' thought that he was not impolite.

Then, accompanied by the sound of the sage drinking tea.

The sound was actually not loud, but the whole room was filled with silence, so the sound was particularly obvious.

It could be seen that the man in the black robe was extremely relaxed, but in this way, he was the only one who seemed nervous.

What is this!

Unknowingly, a sense of helpless shame appeared in Studus' mind.

"Your Mightiness."

But in the end, he still called out the man's title.

"What exactly is this?"

He couldn't help pointing to the black little dragon that had already swooped onto the bed and said.

But before Hodder could answer, the little black guy directly grew his mouth.

"Ow!"

"hiss--"

He shook his arms.

But no matter how he shakes, the little dragon just won't let go.

Fortunately, Studus is a fighter, so he didn't shout out directly.

So what is it called?

Watching the scene in front of him, the corners of Hodder's mouth twitched without leaving a trace.

There's no way to continue the conversation like this.

So soon, he coughed lightly.

"Cough hum..."

It's not loud.

But when he heard the voice, Xiaolong, who was still biting Studas' finger tightly, finally let go.

"Gah!"

It continued to make that unimposing hoarse sound.

Then he spread his little wings and staggered all the way back to the sage's palm.

"Gah!"

It yelled towards Studas in a demonstration.

Under the dumbfounding gaze of the latter, it got into the sleeve of the sage.

"This is a little thing I raised, and it is still in its infancy."

"Then here..."

"This is the Netherlands, the city of Skywrath King."

"Why am I here?"

"Needless to say, of course someone sent you here, and you seem to have caused them a lot of trouble along the way."

"..."

After hearing what the sage said, Studus couldn't help but fell silent.

Although along the way, his consciousness was groggy, completely in darkness.

In other words, he doesn't actually know what's going on outside.

However, he could hear the howling of the fire dragon lingering in his ears.

And what's more, his vague memory still remembers what he did before he went completely unconscious.

If that's the case...

"I owe them my life."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"From a certain point of view, this is indeed the case, but let me tell you first, I just temporarily suppressed the curse in your body."

"..."

Maybe it's because Hodder gets to the point too quickly.

In an instant, Studus couldn't help but froze in place.

He didn't deliberately ask questions about this before because he felt that he might not be ready to face it.

But now, after being suddenly pointed out, he couldn't help feeling that his breathing was about to stop.

"Is it just suppression?"

"Well, because this curse is more difficult to deal with, it actually uses a special power to transform one's vitality and body into another form..."

"Stop, stop."

The sage looked as if he was going to say some tirade.

So Studus himself couldn't help but stop these.

The reason is actually very simple, that is, he can't understand it at all!

"I understand that."

He said.

"So, what can I do?"

He cared more about these things than listening to the scriptures.

Because no matter what, it was already a fact that he was cursed.

In contrast, remediation is what he should do.

"Although I really want to say learn to control your emotions, it will be a bit hard for you, so let's solve it through magic, and use this curse as your strength."

"strength?"

"Yes, and first, you need a container."

"container?"

"Yes, a container that can hold most of your curses, and bury the cursed animal nature in a ring or other containers."

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second night

Chapter 8: Careful deliberation

Transfer and store this curse.

This is the best method Hod can think of.

Because as long as it is operated properly, this is a fatal curse for ordinary warriors, but it can become a handy weapon.

Because that's what he did.

And before him, Favnir, the prince and dwarf warrior of the Kingdom of Gurnita Hyde, did the same.

Curses of this magnitude are nothing if one is prepared.