My Home is Not a Magical Creature Farm

by Usui Takumii

not mine, exiledrebelsscanlations. Beware Bl.

4. 31 to 43 (the end)

"But some things can't be shared! It's like the one cup from the magic challenge and the numerous mage disciples. There is and only one person can get it!"

"If it is a thing I can't share with you, it must not be a good thing! I don't want that kind of thing! There are thousands of beautiful things in the world. Why not leave them alone and pursue something else?"

"Because those things are very important to me! There are thousands of people in the world. Who knows if you will one day think they are more important and give up on me?"

"That can't happen, because I like you! What's the point of pursuing those things if you give up on your word?"

Augusta interrupted, "That's enough! I've heard enough! It doesn't make sense! I shouldn't have said that to you at all! Get out of here!"

Kyfayar bit his lips as he stared at Augusta.

The magician repeated, "Get out! What are you still doing here?"

Kyfayar released his hand. Augusta was finally free. He immediately retreated to the center of the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover himself. However, Kyfayar did not leave obediently. He grabbed Augusta by the shoulder and kissed the magician's lips.

Augusta froze. He instinctively pushed, but Kyfayar didn't move and held him tightly. Once he was out of the chair, he was all over Augusta. Who knows if it was due to Augusta being ill and weak that he didn't use his magic on the werewolf. Kyfayar forced open his teeth, stuck his tongue in and licked his upper jaw. The feeling of numbness ran up the spine and made Augusta shudder.

He didn't know what to do. If it was in the past, he would have beaten Kyfayar and taught him a good lesson. Now he didn't want to do so. He didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to let this moment last forever. He didn't have to think about anything or worry about anything. The kiss was tough but gentle, and the feeling of their intertwined lips and tongues was very strange, but it made him shiver happily. Then he gave up his resistance and let Kyfayar kiss him deeply.

When he was almost out of breath, Kyfayar let go of him. Augusta covered his red and swollen lips, and his shoulders were trembling. He was not sure whether he felt cold or was angry.

"You… Wanton…" His vocal cords twitched, and he could hardly finish a sentence, "Get out of here! I don't want to see you again!"

"I will not go! Even if you drive me away, I won't go!"

"You! You! Turn around!"

Kyfayar was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"Turn!"

Kyfayar somehow turned around and lay in bed with his back to Augusta. Augusta hugged him from behind, arms around his chest, forehead against his back, hugging him like a koala holding an eucalyptus tree.

Kyfayar's heart was pounding. Could Lord Augusta detect that his heart was racing? After a long time, there was a faint sound like the buzz of a mosquito.

"Don't go, Kyfayar…"

There was a sob in the voice. Kyfayar felt the back of his clothes become wet.

"Don't leave me. Don't leave me alone…"

He couldn't say a word. Something choked up in his throat, making him not only unable to speak, but also become breathless. He could only hold Augusta's hand with the ring against his chest and whisper, "Mn, I'm not going."

Lord Augusta had been cheated and betrayed, and had such a sad past. But now everything was different. Lord Augusta had him. Kyfayar seemed to understand why Lord Cavaldien sent him to Augusta. Did he feel guilty, or was he trying to atone? No, it didn't matter. The important thing was that he was here, with Augusta. He would do his best to take care of him, protect him, and make his day comfortable, full and happy.

The sobbing from behind him eventually stopped, and Augusta's breathing became steady and regular. He must have fallen asleep. Kyfayar enjoyed being hugged by Augusta for a while, then carefully pulled the magician's arm away and placed a pillow in his arms. Augusta didn't wake up. He threw his arm around the pillow and turned over. He mumbled a few words that no one could understand. He fell into a deep sleep.

Kyfayar tucked in his quilts and brushed aside the magician's messy brown hair. Augusta's eyes were stained with tears, but his eyebrows were no longer furrowed. Kyfayar hoped that he had put down the burden of his heart and that wouldn't worry even in his sleep.

He bent down and kissed Augusta on the corner of his eye, "Good night, my Lord." Then, he took the tableware from the head cabinet and quietly left the room.

The next day, Kyfayar went to wake Augusta up with a cup of hot black tea. On entering the room, the bed was empty and Augusta was sitting in front of the window in his thin pajamas, gazing out into the distance. The cold wind was pouring into the bedroom from the wide open window.

Kyfayar screamed as he quickly put down the teacup, and ran to close the window. He scolded, "How can you sit by the window in just your pajamas? It is very cold! You are still ill!"

Augusta's mouth curled and he turned his head. "I'm all right."

Kyfayar suspiciously put his palm against Augusta's forehead. The magician subconsciously shrunk back before allowing him to do so. Kyfayar said, "Mmm." Augusta's forehead was no longer hot, and the heat had miraculously subsided. Aside from looking a little haggard, and ill groomed by his illness, Augusta looked completely normal.

But Kyfayar was still worried. "Maybe it's just a temporary relief from the fever. You'd better go back to bed and lie down. "

"…I said I'm okay."

Kyfayar took out the momentum he had learned from Quentina and said in a strong voice, "No! What if you fall ill again? At least take another day off to make sure that the cold will not recur before getting up and moving!"

Augusta tugged at his pajamas and, sulking, turned his head in the opposite direction to Kyfayar as he said something indistinctly. Kyfayar cocked up his ears, "What did you say?"

"I said, I've been thinking since I opened my eyes today…" He dropped his head, and the more he spoke, the lower his voice got. Kyfayar had to concentrate on his words, "We… Do you want to… Try to date?"

The hair on Kyfayar's tail stood up. He couldn't believe his ears! Did Lord Augusta just say something explosive? Was he dreaming?

"I seem to have heard it wrong…"

"You heard me right."

"Are you talking about the 'date' that I know of?" Kyfayar looked dreamy.

Augusta's head dropped lower. Kyfayar saw the blush spread from his cheek to the base of his ears. "If you don't want to." He muttered quickly.

"No! I do! I'd love to!" Kyfayar hugged Augusta and shook the magician's body violently. He picked him up off the ground and spun around three times.

"I must be dreaming! Sob! How could I dream of such a beautiful thing! Give me a slap and tell me it's not a dream!"

Augusta nodded but instead of slapping him, he grabbed Kyfayar's tail and pulled it hard.

"Ow!" Kyfayar was so tearful with pain that he exclaimed, "Stop pulling! It hurts! I know it's true! Not a dream! Please don't drag!"

"Hmph." Augusta, looking unhappy, went back to bed and under the quilt.

Kyfayar rubbed his buttocks, and his tail drooped weakly. He thought that it was reasonable for human beings to lose their tails in the process of evolution. The tail was a great weakness!

"That… What should I do? I mean, since we… Should there be a change?" He asked sheepishly.

Augusta squinted, "Just as usual."

"Oh… I'll bring breakfast later."

With that, Kyfayar went forward in high spirits and gave Augusta a kiss on the cheek. The magician, though unhappy, did not say reject it. Kyfayar danced on his way down the stairs, and people who didn't know what had happened would have thought he was performing a musical.

Lord Augusta accepted him! Lord Augusta accepted him! He never dreamed that this day would come true! Today's air seemed to be particularly fresh, the weather was also particularly refreshing, the unicorn even looked particularly cute today, and even today's doorbell sounded particularly pleasant.

"Doorbell!" Kyfayar knocked on his head. He was so happy that he almost ignored the doorbell. He hurried to the gate and opened the door. Outside the door stood a skeleton in a black cloak who was carrying a bucket. Several suitcases were stacked at the skeleton's feet. Kyfayar recognized that the suitcases were the ones they had left in the forest. They forgot to go back and get it!

"Er… You are Mr. Landlord?" Kyfayar hesitated. The skeleton looked similar to him, and God knows if it was Mr. Leopold, the landlord of the vacation home.

"Do you have facial blindness?" The skeleton asked.

"It is Mr. Leopold! What can I do for you since you have come all the way here?"

"I found you left your luggage in the forest." The skeleton said, "After you left, I calmed down and thought about it carefully, and found that it was wrong on my part. After all, you are tenants who have paid. Even if my suspension bridge got damaged, I should have found a lawyer to deal with it. I shouldn't have just swept you out of the house. Besides, Mr. Augusta was ill. Then I found out that the suspension bridge had been fixed — I guess it was done by magic — and your luggage was left by the bridge. So I brought the luggage to you."

What an unexpected result! Kyfayar thought they would never see the skeleton landlord again, but he didn't expect such an adventure.

"Thank you very much! Come in quickly. You must be tired…" Kyfayar didn't know if skeletons could get tired, but it was certainly right to be polite.

"No, no, has Mr. Augusta not recovered yet? I'm sorry to disturb him. Please accept this gift. Mr. Augusta doesn't hate this, does he?" The skeleton handed Kyfayar the bucket in his hand. The bucket was full of live fish. Kyfayar remembered that there was a pond near the cottage. They had planned to go fishing. Unfortunately, Augusta had fallen ill and the plan could not be completed.

"I think he likes fish very much." Kyfayar asked, "How did you get here? We didn't say mention our address…"

"I knew the Hollichs lived in Radier, Hollic County, so I went to the town to ask the local residents. When I talked about Augusta, they knew who he was."

Kyfayar imagined Mr. Skeleton holding a passer-by on the street and asking him, "Do you know where the great mage Augusta Hollich lives?" The passer-by shivered with fear and had to tell the truth.

"Did you just go to town so casually…"

"There's a Zombie Parade or something in town. A lot of people are dressed up strangely so I didn't look very conspicuous. People also praised me for my superb make-up and perfect dressing! I don't quite understand what they mean, but it should be a compliment?"

"Well… It should be. I don't know." Kyfayar commented. The two exchanged greetings for a while. Then the skeleton landlord left and said that he would go to the town to have a good look at the so-called "Zombie Parade". Kyfayar waved him off and carried the luggage into the house. Just as he was about to close the door, the unicorn suddenly appeared at the door.

"What did the skeleton give you?" There was an excited light in his eyes, "Can I have it?"

"A bucket of live fish. Would you like to eat? Why, don't you eat grass?"

"Hum! Poor skeleton! Some fish. Does he think we are beggars? Can't we afford fish? I don't know how to send some good ones!"

"You have the face to say! If you hadn't stepped on the suspension bridge, we would have still been living in the vacation home. Not only eat them, we could have even fished in person! What's more, you forgot to bring our luggage back and let them lie in the forest for so long."

"How could I bring back our luggage? I don't have any hands, you idiot!"

Augusta sat on the sofa in the living room in silence while coolly looking through a newly sent Academic Journal of the magic world. What bothered him was that he couldn't read a word. The proper nouns, which were already quite obscure and difficult to understand, were like an alien language that made his mind swell. And it was all because Kyfayar was moving around like a bee — not only as industrious as a bee, but also buzzing like a bee.

"Lord Augusta, would you like some tea?"

"Lord Augusta, would you like a snack?"

"Lord Augusta, would you like a blanket?"

"Lord Augusta, may I open the window?"

"Lord Augusta…"

The magician threw his journal over. "So much noise! Shut up! Can't you be quiet for a while?"

Kyfayar zipped his mouth and said he would shut up. He helped Augusta get the journal back (as the clever retriever would do, Augusta muttered in his heart), got close to the magician, pecked him on the lip without any permission, and then flew into the kitchen before Augusta got angry.

Augusta covered his mouth and blushed, "How dare you!"

Kyfayar poked his head out of the kitchen, "Aren't we dating? What's wrong with a kiss?"

"Who allowed you to speak?"

Kyfayar grimaced, his tail wagging like a whirling electric fan. Augusta thought bitterly that when the next batch of herbs arrived, he would immediately go into the alchemy laboratory and shut himself in to produce the potion to do away with the wolf's ears and tail. In this way, he would never have to see the hairy tail swinging in front of him. It was as if even the tip of his heart had been scratched by the tail.

Ding Dong—

The doorbell rang. Augusta sat still, "Kyfayar, open the door!"

The young werewolf hopped to the door. Before he could open it, the doorbell rang again. The visitor was too impatient to wait.

He opened the door, thinking that it was either Quentina or Mr. Leopold, or even the unicorn (which part of his body did he use to ring the doorbell?) that was in a rush to run into the house and take a bath The result was unexpected — the visitor was a strange young man.

"Ah, are you…"

The young man on the other side had black hair, which was different from the ordinary person's shade of black. His hair had more of a dark purple tinge, like some strange metal. At first glance, he seemed to be about the same age as Kyfayar, but after a while, Kyfayar felt that he might be much older than him and just looked younger. The young man's expression was indifferent and showed a trace of impatience.

Facing Kyfayar who came to meet him, he did not show any gentle expression on his face, as if Kyfayar was just a sculpture in front of the door. Kyfayar felt that the young man looked more like a sculpture. His face was very deep, like the ideal man carved by a sculptor. No one could look at it.

If there was anything unusual about him, it was his eyes, which were also quite different from ordinary people. His iris were amber gold, and the pupils were spindle shaped like lizards. Once one noticed his eyes, they couldn't help but find it creepy. In fact, Kyfayar was so scared that the hair on his tail exploded up.

"Is Lord Augusta, the great mage, here?" The young man asked indifferently.

"Yes. Who are you? What can I do for you? Hello, Hello, wait a minute!"

Hearing Kyfayar say, "Yes," the young man rudely pushed Kyfayar away and went straight into the house without changing out his shoes. He came with a huge suitcase, which he left at the door. Kyfayar didn't know whether to drive him away, or to welcome him in. He was stunned at the entrance. At last, he could only call out, "Lord Augusta! Someone is looking for you!"

The young man walked into the living room and quickly scanned the surrounding environment, as if he were a soldier looking for favorable terrain to use on the battlefield. Augusta raised his head from his academic journal of magic and looked at the young man who had walked up to his door and sat down on the sofa opposite him in a casual manner, as if he were the master of the room.

Augusta hesitantly looked = at the youth and then at Kyfayar in the distance. "Your acquaintance?"

Kyfayar exclaimed, "Isn't this your acquaintance?"

"What a joke! I don't know this man at all!"

"What? I thought he was your friend, seeing how he was so familiar with this place."

"How could I have such a friend?"

Their gaze turned to the youth. The youth had crossed his legs and was tapping his fingers on his knees rhythmically, like a customer sitting in a restaurant, waiting for the waiter to serve his food.

"Are you Augusta Hollich?"

It's just baffling! Augusta screamed in his heart. Why did a stranger break into my house early in the morning like an old friend I've known for many years? Where the hell did this guy come from? What's the matter with Kyfayar? How can you let strangers in?

He slammed the journal and threw it aside.

"I'm Augusta Hollich. Who are you?"

"You don't have to know my name."

…Fuck you! Augusta sweared.

"Well, what can I do for you? I've always had a bad face for strangers who rashly break into my house." Augusta said darkly.

"I have come to seek your help."

What's your attitude of asking for help?! Augusta held back his anger towards the young stranger, and said sarcastically, "You don't look like you're asking for help at all."

The young man glanced at him strangely, as if to say, 'I have condescended to your house. What else do you want?' There was a sweet smell in Augusta's throat.

"If there is nothing important, I will ask you to leave!" He threatened.

The young man stopped beating his fingers on his knees. "The great mage is well-informed. You must have heard stories like 'the dragon takes the princess'."

"…Yes, but is there any connection?"

"The dragon captures the princess, and the king asks the warriors in the world for help. Whoever can save the princess will get a large reward. The warrior will not only defeat the dragon, save the princess, win the reward, but also win the heart of the princess."

"I know. But what is the connection?"

"That's why I came to you for help."

Augusta's brain was working fast. The dragon caught a princess, the king looked for a warrior, and the warrior defeated the dragon… Oh, wait a minute. Since this young man was asking for help, was he playing the role of the king in the story?

"You mean a woman around you was caught by a dragon, so you want me to help you get her out?"

"…No." The young man looked pitifully at Augusta as if he were mentally retarded.

"What the hell do you mean then?"

"A man shamelessly broke into my house and I couldn't get rid of him. I think I'll have to live with you before it's settled. I have all of my luggage here. Let your werewolf servant bring it in. There is nothing I can do. I can only ask the great mage Augusta for help. Please drive the man away for me."

"Isn't it your problem?"

The young man looked pitifully at Augusta again. "…No."

The magician had a splitting headache. Is this guy psychotic? The real sense of mental illness is not Kyfayar's kind of people who go crazy. In a word, first of all, stabilize him. It's terrible for a mental patient to get sick! By the way, we have to call the police to see if there is a missing person reported in the nearby area recently!

"Oh, Kyfayar, bring this gentleman's luggage in." Augusta exclaimed with an affectation.

Kyfayar muttered, lifting the suitcase that the youth had left at the door. He thought it was just an ordinary box with some clothes in it, but he didn't expect the box to be so heavy! He yelled, and the box fell to the ground with a heavy, muffled sound.

"What's in your suitcase? A box of big stones?" Kyfayar wailed as he picked up the box again. He did not walk two steps when he heard a 'hiss' sound. The box itself could not bear the weight of the objects inside and the whole child cracked open! A pile of glittering things slipped out of the box and almost blinded Kyfayar!

"Are these… gold coins? So many gold coins? A box of gold coins?" Kyfayar exclaimed.

Augusta immediately prepared a defense spell. He thought the young man could not be a mental patient but was a robber. He ran to his house just after robbing the bank. What would the police do if they thought they were accomplices? No, as a law-abiding citizen, he should call the police immediately!

The youth looked at the gold coins lightly, "Don't panic, these are all mine."

"Yours?"

"My legal private property. Is it strange to take some cash on a trip?"

"It's not strange to go out with cash, but it's strange to bring a whole box of gold coins!"

The young man sighed, "Well, that's it. I can only tell the truth. In fact, I am a dragon."

An awkward silence ensued.

The youth didn't care about their glares and said lightly, "I'm a dragon. A man broke into my nest rudely and even hung onto me shamelessly. I had no choice but to come here and ask for help from the great mage Augusta."

"Wait, wait! Since you are a dragon, why couldn't you drive away a human? I can't. You could have just killed him."

The young man's face showed a look of surprise, "What era is it now? How can I kill people casually? That's a crime!"

You are a good law-abiding dragon!

"What kind of princess was captured by the dragon? What does it have to do with your predicament?"

"It doesn't matter. I've heard that you human beings like to beat around the bush. You have to say something that seems irrelevant but relevant before you get down to business. That's why I talked about the story of the dragon taking the princess."

"You misunderstand mankind!"

"Am I? But our conversation went smoothly…"

"What a success! No, why on earth did you ask me for help? Can't you call the police? No, no, there seems to be no police in charge of the dragon people in the world…"

"Because the man who broke into my nest has a special status. It is said that only Augusta Hollich can match him in the world. Otherwise, I would not have traveled all the way to such a remote country…"

Augusta suddenly had an ominous premonition, "What's the name of the intruder?"

The dragon said a name. Augusta didn't find it strange to know that it was him. That guy was only someone who could do this!

"He's a magician like you. He's called the great mage Cavaldien."

Augusta's mouth twitched. "It's not surprising that he did this…"

The dragon youth nodded, "Right? Do you understand my difficulty?"

"I can't help you with this. Please go back." Augusta gave him a cold look.

"Why? Aren't you a great mage as famous as him?"

"I don't want to get involved in Cavaldien's crap. No, I should say I get a headache when I hear his name."

The dragon youth let out a breath from his nose, as if he intended to directly spray a fireball. "I see. You are afraid of him."

"That doesn't work to stir me up."

"It is said that you have lost to him twice. It seems that even if you have the same title of 'great mage', your strength is different."

"Kyfayar, see him off."

Crouching on the ground and counting gold coins, the werewolf raised his head in horror, "Are you going to drive him away? But he has so many… So many…"

The dragon youth waved his hand leisurely, "Go, werewolf slave, move my luggage to the best and most comfortable room in this house — although the whole house is small and dilapidated, there are always 'relatively good' rooms."

"What right do you have to order me?" Kyfayar defensively asked.

"I am a distinguished guest to your house. Do you have to babble when a distinguished guest asks you to carry luggage?"

Augusta turned and ordered, "Kyfayar, throw his luggage out!"

The dragon youth touched his chin, "Oh, it seems that I said the truth, look at your angry appearance."

Why is the tone of this dragon so angry? Did Cavaldien break into his house just to beat him up?

"Where did you come from? Go back!"

The dragon youth was comfortably leaning on Augusta's sofa, a hand running up his black hair as he looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. "…No."

"You are sick."

"No."

"Looking at you, I seem to see Cavaldien's shameless appearance! What's the difference between you and him?"

"That's different. I'm the victim."

"I am the victim!" Augusta was furious.

"If you refuse me, don't you fear that I will breathe fire out in your little house?" The dragon youth sneered.

"That's a crime!"

The dragon youth snorted, "Yes."

This guy has an IQ problem! How can Cavaldien bully this magical creature with mental retardation?! Then again, why did he break into a dragon's nest? Are you finally impatient to live and want to pursue a 'Dragon Slayer' kind of death?

"Why did he break into your nest?" Augusta asked, "Was he plotting to take your treasure? Cavaldien doesn't seem like that."

The dragon youth pondered, "I think it's because he has a brain problem."

"Mn, I think so, but there has to be a specific reason?"

"He said he would marry me."

An embarrassing silence.

"Ah, he's really sick." Augusta summed it up succinctly.

"Yes? You think so too, don't you?" The dragon youth finally found an ally and said eagerly, "We don't have a thing in common. How can we get married?"

"He's too much of a bully!" Augusta was particularly interested in being told about this 'good friend' Cavaldien.

"We've only known each other for ten years, and he wants to get married! He is too eager!"

"Wait, wait, ten years…"

"In the meantime, we only went out for fifteen or sixteen trips together. We went to fight the vampires that defected and caught wild lycans that scratched people…"

"This time seems a little bit…"

"And then I slept with him twenty or thirty times in the spur of the moment, but it's nothing to you humans. After all, humans can be in heat all year round."

"The amount of information seems to be a little too much, I can't respond to it…"

"And there's an age problem between us! I am a dragon that has lived for hundreds of years. He is a man who has only lived for several decades."

"At last there's a point!"

"But I look like an adult in my twenties, and he looks older than me. How can this be?! What a mess."

"…I don't get the point at all."

"You be the judge. How can we get married?"

Augusta, with a ghostly expression on his face, stared at his toes in silence, as if there was an open-air cinema on his slippers that was showing three consecutive parts of the Lord of The Rings series.

How does that make him the judge? What was reasonable? Cavaldien had been around for a long time since he was a student?! On the one hand, he thought that loneliness was more suitable for that Hun ball. On the other hand, he also thought that there was a brain circuit in the world that was so wonderful, it was a miracle of evolutionary history for creatures that could be regarded as a perfect match for Cavaldien. They should simply go together!

"Why aren't you talking?" The dragon youth slapped his thigh hard.

"I… I'm thinking…"

"No thinking!"

"Er… Well, first of all, what do we call you?"

The dragon youth raised his head, "You don't need to know my name. If you have to call me, please call me 'noble giant dragon'."

"What a coincidence. My unicorn told me the same thing, so I call it 'unicorn'. Well, dragon, I'm really…"

"…Call me Prison Fire."

Augusta held his forehead weakly, "Prison Fire. I really don't know what to say, because it's the first time I've met someone who poured out their love troubles to me at this age…"

Prison Fire opened his eyes, "What did you call this?"

"Love troubles." Augusta repeated.

"I see why you're famous — you're as sick as he is."

"Why are you scolding me?! You are just like the characters in TV series! 'Honey, he proposed to me, but I didn't agree. I think it's all too sudden. I didn't think about it and was not ready to accept it! God, should I promise him?' —How could I know that!"

Prison Fire stared at Augusta. "Why did you suddenly imitate another person and answer your own question?"

Augusta sighed in despair. There were so many different ways of thinking between human beings and dragons. At this rate, they would never be able to talk smoothly. Cavaldien and Prison Fire had been dating for ten years? He had to admit that there was something special about that stupid idiot! No, no, maybe it was just because he was a fucker that could communicate with the dragon like an alien!

"Why sleep with him if you don't like him at all?"

Prison Fire curled his hair in confusion, seemingly out of habit. "Yes, why? I can't remember what I thought at that time. It's strange! Did I fall into his magic?"

"Once or twice. You've been in his bed for twenty or thirty times! You couldn't have been hit by his magic during every single one of those times?"

"But I really don't remember! Why would I sleep with him? It seems that naturally… This is so strange! It must be magic!"

Augusta felt that there was a swarm of bees in his skull cavity, which made him want to scratch his head. "This kind of thing, Prison Fire, I really can't take control. I suggest you find a Gypsy Witch who specializes in divining the fate of love. Maybe she can be more useful than me."

"I don't need the Gypsy Witch, I just want you to get rid of him!"

"I said I can't do it!"

Prison Fire's face darkened, "I understand that you humans are haggard and never do anything that is not good for you. Come on, what do you want? Wealth? I can give you so much money that your house will be piled up. Will you help me?"

"…Thank you. I'm quite satisfied with my current financial situation."

"Really? You, the poor mage living in such a small house, don't you want money?" Prison Fire scratched his chin, "What about strength? In addition to gold, silver and jewelry, I also have a lot of magic items, all of which have wonderful power. You can choose at will."

"This is more attractive than wealth. But if I need magic items, I'll make them myself."

With his hands on his knees, he arched his back and opened his mouth to reveal his sharp teeth. His golden eyes narrowed, his pupils shrank into a line, and his throat hissed like a snake spitting out a message. "Do you want to know about Cavaldien's weaknesses?"

Augusta stood up, "Deal! Kyfayar, take this distinguished guest to the guest room!"

While they were talking, Kyfayar, who had been hung aside, began to pile the gold coins in the shape of a castle. Hearing his master's words, he quickly knocked down the castle and pretended that he had not played with the gold coins of the noble guest.

"Guest room! I see!" He crammed the gold coins into the broken box. Kyfayar had to hold it in both hands. "This way, Dragon Lord!" Kyfayar said.

Prison Fire looked at Kyfayar in surprise and nodded with satisfaction. "Magician, your werewolf slave is pretty good."

"I'm not a slave!" Kyfayar protested.

"And what are you? Oh, I see. Your magician master set you free, right? Well, free werewolf servant."

Kyfayar rolled his eyes and didn't argue with him.

He led him to the largest and most luxurious room in the house (usually reserved for Lilianna, according to Augusta), but the dragon youth only scoffed at the so-called 'luxury'. "A humble little room is not as good as my toilet. Forget it. If you're away from home, you have to make do with it." He commanded Kyfayar, "Put all the gold coins on the bed!"

"What? Are you sure? You have so many gold coins that you can put it somewhere else instead of the bed."

"Nonsense, why do you think I'm carrying so many gold coins?"

Kyfayar was embarrassed, "But where are you going to sleep?"

"On the gold coins."

"Don't you think it's too hard?"

"Don't you think a bed is too soft?"

"Our beds are ergonomic, not too hard or too soft!" Kyfayar tried to justify the luxurious four poster bed.

"So are my gold coins!" Prison Fire said with displeasure.

"There is no gold coin like that!"

Great Master Mowanya lolled over the counter, his tail curled in the shape of a hook. When he heard someone coming in, his ears moved, but he didn't even say "welcome". He completely ignored the fact that he was the head of the store and had to serve the customers.

Then, a hand twisted the skin around his neck and lifted him up.

"Wake up! You're really lazy. Can you really make money by running the shop?"

The great ruler was angry and could not move. "Presumptuous! Rude maniac, let me down!"

The hand suddenly let go. Fortunately, he was a cat, and landed deftly in the air. When he saw the face of the visitor, his whiskers trembled with anger.

"Augusta, it's you, boy!"

"Is that your attitude towards guests?" Augusta folded his arms against his chest.

"Your attitude towards the master is not very good either."

"At least give us some basic quality customer service!"

"It's not business hours now! We don't serve food from two in the afternoon until five!"

"I've never heard of such a broken rule!"

"That's because you never come at this time!" With that, the great master stared at Augusta in disbelief, "How come you're here today at such an abnormal time? Is your vampire maid on strike again?"

"Quentina never went on strike before!" Augusta raised his voice. "Do you deliver takeout?"

The great master gasped, "What should come will come! After years of psychological struggle, have you finally made up your mind to be a good for nothing homebody?"

"No! Damn it, how can you think that?!"

"Aren't you? Oh, my God, this is abnormal! It must be the precursor of some catastrophe!"

"Of course not!" Augusta wanted to punch the cat, but he held back. 'Great Master Mowanya' was not just a name, and the cat might blow him to the moon. "I'm just ordering take-out! So do you deliver it or not?"

"In theory, we do," said the great master.

"In theory? It sounds suspicious…"

"Every time someone calls for take-out, I tell them the store is busy and it takes two hours for the delivery man to be available. When they hear this, they usually go away."

"Your delivery man is so relaxed."

"I don't have a delivery man at all, ha ha."

"…You must have used some dirty magic to keep this restaurant around up to now?"

"I'm a decent cat. I don't do that kind of crap." The great master huffed, "If you're willing to tip enough, I think Antosa would probably like to take an extra part-time job — as a cook and as a delivery woman."

"Then ask her to make a roast lamb and send it to my house. I want the whole lamb, so prepare it now. When it is ready, send it immediately."

The great master took another breath, "Why a whole roast lamb? Are you going to use it for a secret black magic ritual?"

"…It's for eating." Augusta said with a black face.

"You're summoning some kind of hungry abyss dark monster?"

"No! Damn it!" Augusta swears again, "But it's almost like that… Er… Anyway, tell Antosa to send it quickly."

"Oh, oh, well, good." The great master responded perfunctorily. As soon as Augusta left the restaurant, the cat muttered in a low voice, "Huh, it must be the abyss monster. These magicians never care about moral laws. I think it's better to call the police."

The door of the restaurant opened and Augusta had come back in again. The great master jumped up with his tail up, "I said it casually. I don't intend to call the police! You're not suspicious at all!"

The magician stared at him. "What did you say?"

"…Nothing! Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

"Forgot to take things."

"You came here empty handed. How could you forget something? Ah, have you left your conscience in my shop?"

Augusta cut off the cat and walked to the photo wall of the restaurant. There were colorful papers and countless photos on the wall, all of which were pictures of lovers (or people pretending to be lovers) kissing.

It seemed that Mowanya's "Spring of Love" activity had been fruitful. It took Augusta a long time to find the picture of him kissing Kyfayar from a pile of photos. Kyfayar looked excited and flushed, while Augusta looked sad, as if he had been stung by some insect. He tore the picture off the wall, looked at it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

The great master was startled, "How can you take things from other people's stores?"

"Because I lost my conscience." Augusta, with his hands in his pockets, pressed the photo deeper in his pocket to prevent the great master from jumping over and grabbing it shamelessly. But the great master just slouched over the counter and seemed to have lost interest in reprimanding him.

Augusta left Mowanya. The sky was overcast and it drizzled lightly. He snorted angrily and put a magic barrier over his head to keep out the rain. Some passers-by who hid under the eaves of roadside buildings for shelter from the rain looked at him enviously, but this did not put Augusta in a good mood.

In fact, since the dragon came to his home, his mood had never risen like a manned spacecraft returning to earth. He thought that it would be good to deal with it for a few days, but on the first day he fell into a big trouble — the dragon was a chowhound! He had eaten up most of the food in the house and was sitting in the dining room, beating the smooth plates with his fork and urging Augusta to go out and bring food, as if they were miserly masters who did not feed their guests.

He sighed as he walked up the hillside, through the thick woods, and saw his house, and the unicorn — who was coming at him in a full gallop.

"Au — Gu — S — Ta –!" The unicorn screamed, "How can you let a dragon live in our house?! Are you crazy?"

"Thank you for reminding me of the fact that I'm crazy," said the magician darkly.

"You're still in the mood to joke! Do you know what he did?"

"Did he eat Kyfayar?"

"That would be nice!" The unicorn's voice went up an octave. "He ate my oats! My imported premium oats!" Then he raised it by an octave, "What a shameless thing! He doesn't know how to say 'etiquette'! How can you let this creature enter our door?!"

… It's very kind of you to say that. Augusta thought gloomily. When you look at him, don't you see yourself? People say that the same personalities repel each other. It's not unreasonable for you to hate him.

"I'm going to run away from home!" The unicorn finally declared, "It's either him without me, or me without him!"

"I can't wait. I'm worried that the consumption of food at home is too high."

"Augusta! I'm discussing a very serious matter with you. Can you stop making jokes?! I'm going to run away from home!"

"Yeah. Whatever you want. You are an adult. I can't keep you if you want to go."

"I'll be gone and you won't have a mount!"

"I'll buy a car. I've calculated it carefully. It seems that the money for car maintenance is less than that for you."

The unicorn snorted and followed Augusta to the house. "Hum, I scared you. I'm not going. He should get out of here…"

At the gate of the mansion, Prison Fire held the door frame with one hand and picked his teeth with a toothpick in the other. Kyfayar grabbed the other door frame and waited for his master to return with tears. Finally, when Augusta arrived, he choked, "My Lord! You are back at last! A few minutes later, and he would have started eating our sofa!"

Prison Fire whistled happily, "Have you brought food back?"

"I ordered takeout for you."

Prison Fire looked at the unicorn behind the magician curiously, "Do you mean that? Can you eat that, too? That's great. I like it raw!"

"I must run away from home!" The unicorn hissed wildly.

The magician rubbed his forehead. It's your fault, Cavaldien! It's all your fault! "Prison Fire, as soon as you're full, we'll go to Cavaldien immediately!"

"Oh! You are a dragon! It's really a dragon! It's the first time I've seen a living dragon!"

Antosa screamed like a fanatical little fan of a real idol. She'd been like this since she brought the whole roast lamb out on a broom half an hour ago.

Prison Fire sat quietly at the table, gracefully tearing off the lamb and putting it into his mouth, while Antosa twisted her hands as she stood beside him. This scene made Augusta involuntarily associate it with lions feasting on the grassland and suspicious photographers, disguised as a bush, waiting to capture the breathtaking scene.

"Like it? That's very nice of you! Oh, so this is what dragon's hair feels like, so smooth, like scales! Can I touch your hand? God, this is the dragon's paw! Can I have a clipped nail as a souvenir? No way? What a pity. What about taking pictures? Do you mean yes by nodding? Great!" Antosa said as she took out her mobile phone, glared at the camera and pursed her mouth. She leaned towards Prison Fire to take a picture of herself happily. Prison Fire's action of eating meat was not affected at all, so anyhow, it was Antosa who was amusing herself.

Augusta and Kyfayar stood speechless, waiting for the farce to end. The unicorn hid warily behind the curtains, occasionally peeping out his head, and then quickly retracting back, as if no one else could see him. Augusta didn't understand why he was so secretive. His hooves were clearly exposed under the curtain.

"Humph, it's like jumping into a colosseum with tourists." The unicorn breathed bitterly.

Yeah, like that. Augusta thought feebly. My family is not a magical creature farm. Why do they all come to my house? Who told them to come here? Ah, Cavaldien! It's all his fault! The werewolf and also the dragon. It's because of him that they came to my house. After all, the responsibility lies with Cavaldien!

He took out his notebook and wrote down a line of numbers. Kyfayar tilted his head. "What are you writing?"

"A bill. I'm going to write down the expenses and ask Cavaldien to pay me back."

"…I think it will be more difficult to get money out of him than to break into the dragon's den and plunder his treasure."

"It won't be more difficult than sending this dragon away!" Augusta stabbed the notebook hard, nearly breaking through the paper, and leaving an ugly ink spot on it. He closed his notebook in disgust. "Prison Fire, are you full? It's almost time to go!"

Prison Fire grabbed the leg portion of the roasted lamb, "Mmm. I feel like I'm full but not full…"

"Seven percent empty is the most healthy! Let's go!" Augusta grabbed the leg from him and threw it back on the plate.

Prison Fire stared at him in shock, as if Augusta was a heinous robber who had just robbed him of his hard-earned money. "What are you doing?"

"It's time to go!"

"I haven't finished yet! Do you know what it means to disturb a noble dragon while eating?"

"It means Cavaldien is going to be expelled immediately."

After a fierce ideological struggle, the dragon thought it was more important to take back his nest than just a meal, so he grabbed his napkin and wiped his hands. "For greater interests, we have to give up small profits."

"I'm glad you have that kind of common sense. So, how did you get here?"

"If you mean flying, yes."

Augusta glanced at Antosa, who kept taking selfies, "Did you come on a broom like that witch? No, no, you seem to have only one suitcase. Can your suitcase fly?"

"By plane, of course!"

"By plane?"

"Why? Can I not learn the means of transportation that you mentally retarded people take?" Prison Fire shook his head pitifully. In his eyes, Augusta had become the representative of the 'mentally retarded human beings.'

"Aren't you a dragon? You can fly yourself. Why fly in a plane?"

"You humans have legs. Why do you go by car or train?"

The unicorn poked his head from behind the curtain, "Or four hoofed creatures." And then he went back in a flash.

Augusta put his hands on his hips, "Do you mean I have to book a ticket now?"

"Do you have a private jet? If you don't, don't talk nonsense."

The magician grabbed Prison Fire's chair and pulled it back. The dragon yelped in pain as he fell off the chair and landed on the ground.

"You! Man up, get back in shape, and fly back!"

Prison Fire kneaded his buttocks, "Dream on! I won't let you ride on my back!"

"Silly, I can ride a unicorn!"

"You, you can ride a unicorn? How can it be? Are you still a vir —"

Augusta blushed, "So what! Shut up! One more word and I'll freeze your tongue!"

Prison Fire covered his mouth and made a chuckle. He tried to hold it back but a wisp of smoke still came out of his fingers. It was the first time Augusta saw someone laughing and smoking simultaneously. It was like a scene from an animated cartoon. What if he suddenly laughed out a fireball?

"No laughing! Shut it! Unicorn, you too. Don't stand there and be lazy! Kyfayar, you'll stay at home!"

"Won't you take me with you? Who will take care of you on the way?" Kyfayar enviously gouged out the eyes of the unicorn. Why can't he fly?!

"Do you want to see Cavaldien?"

"…I don't want to."

"That's it then! Clean up the house and tell Antosa to stop taking pictures of herself."

Augusta pushed Prison Fire and the unicorn out of the house. Kyfayar and Antosa followed them to the door. Kyfayar clung to Augusta's neck, "Have a good trip, my Lord." His tail drooped listlessly. "I'm so worried about you. Can you handle Lord Cavaldien alone?"

"If I can't deal with him alone, it's no use having more people follow."

"You must be careful, he… He's bad!" Kyfayar shivered. "He also threatened me and said he would peel off my skin to make a neck collar…"

Augusta rubbed Kyfayar's ear. Such soft fur, he was not willing to give it up to Cavaldien. Kyfayar gazed expectantly at him, hoping that he would change his mind at the last minute. Augusta coughed hard and moved past Kyfayar's back, trying not to look at his wet eyes.

Standing behind them, Antosa quietly turned her mobile phone into photography mode.

Prison Fire made people retreat twenty meters away (using the speedy unicorn) and prepared to change. Augusta remembered Kyfayar's transformation into a werewolf and tightly grabbed Kyfayar's hand. Prison Fire knelt on the grass. A strong wind blew but Augusta didn't react. When he looked again, Prison Fire was gone and there was a dragon on the grass that was bigger than his house!

The dragon was covered with black scales. There was a pair of ferocious horns on its head, and sharp spines growing from along its neck and down its spine, right up to the tail. When it opened its mouth, Augusta could smell the scent of sulfur, as if it was about to start spraying fire in the next second. Its golden, reptilian eyes indifferently annotated the tiny group of humans (and the werewolf, and the unicorn) at its feet.

"Oh, look at the panic on your faces." It sneered, "If you're that afraid, I'll change back to human form, and then you can go and buy the ticket."

Augusta swallowed hard. Don't panic! He reminded himself, It's just a dragon. Although it can beat you to pieces with one tail, it's nothing to be afraid of! Cavaldien can trick it into bed. Are you still afraid of it?

"Who is afraid?! Let's go now!" Augusta said boldly, "Unicorn, come forward, go — unicorn?"

He turned and searched for the unicorn. The unicorn shrank behind Antosa, shaking on his four legs. "I… I want to take a shower. Do I have time?"

"What's that stink?! Can't you just wait a moment for your cleanliness?"

Antosa raised her hand, "Reporting to Lord Augusta, the unicorn seemed to have pissed himself!"

Augusta sat on the unicorn's back, with a wooden face, and looked at the building in the distance. He felt that his face couldn't make any other expression today. He would rather believe that the wind was blowing.

Prison Fire hovered over his head. He showed off his art of concealment, otherwise he would certainly frighten the people who didn't know the truth.

"Prison Fire, I thought you were referring to a cave or a tunnel in the ground. No matter how bad, even if it was an occupied Dwarf Kingdom, but this…"

The black dragon triumphantly wagged his tail, "Primitive people live in caves! What's the year now? What does it matter if I live in luxury and comfort?"

The 'dragon's nest' in Augusta's imagination was a dark cave in the middle of a mountain or a deep valley filled with lava and sulfur. However, he never expected the 'nest' was actually a one-hundred storey skyscraper in the center of a prosperous metropolis!

The magician looked at the street where he got out of the car and looked at the blue glass covering the surface of the building. All of a sudden, he felt that everything was unreal. He wanted to make the unicorn fly to the building and hit the glass wall.

"Why do you live in such a place?! You are a dragon! How can you say you are a dragon if you don't put treasures in the cave?

"I've heard that you humans are full of stereotyped prejudices towards others, and it seems so! Gold in a hole will not grow on its own! I built a commercial building in the center of the city. The land price is changing with each passing day. The annual rent is invested. Now I have more wealth than before. I used to have a cave full of treasure. Now I rule a kingdom of wealth! Besides, I keep my own residence on the top floor of the building. The scenery is beautiful. It's wonderful to see you, the poor and short-lived creatures, working hard and busy for survival every day."

I want to go back! Augusta thought. Let this guy deal with Cavaldien himself! I don't want to help him at all!

"Come on, magician. There's a spot on the top of the building. Land there." Prison Fire urged.

This is good, the black dragon cut off his retreat, it was too late to escape now.

A circled 'H' was painted on the roof of the building. It seemed that it was used as a landing pad for helicopters when it was built, but now, it had become the landing ground for dragons, and no helicopters could be seen.

High winds howled and Augusta moved the unicorn to the tarmac. He saw what was standing on the roof, it was not a person, but…

"Why, unicorn, look, there's a black unicorn there!" Augusta patted the unicorn on the neck.

In the corner of the rooftop stood a unicorn like creature, which was different from the one underneath Augusta. The creature was black with red eyes and a long black horn with no luster on its forehead. When it moved, fire rose under its hooves before quickly extinguishing.

Prison Fire said, "You see it? That's Cavaldien's mount. Hearing that there was no place for pets in his own apartment, he let the Black Unicorn live in the parking space in the underground parking lot."

Not long ago, the unicorn was greatly humiliated in front of the public. He had made up his mind not to speak, but the dragon's words made him scream, "That's not a unicorn! Do you have any common sense! You are the dragon and a famous mage who have lived for hundreds of years! He's a dog's stomach."

"I don't see any difference between you except the color."

"It's a big difference!" The unicorn roared, "I am the holy unicorn of light and purity, and that is the terrible creature bred from the darkness — 'a nightmare'."

Prison Fire pondered, "Mn. It's hard to understand. But I know that there are white and black people in human beings. Maybe there are white and black unicorns."

"I told you it isn't like that!"

The black dragon didn't pay attention to him, and he folded his wings and landed on the tarmac. His body looked huge and heavy, but unexpectedly, his landing was surprisingly light and elegant. When the dragon landed, a gust of air rose up. The black 'nightmare' was still standing still and turned a blind eye to the dragon falling from the sky.

Augusta and the unicorn landed at a distance from Prison Fire to avoid being hit by its wings. The unicorn glanced at the nightmare in disgust, and immediately looked away. "Humph, evil creature! I don't want to be on the same ground with it!"

…The nightmare might be the same as you. "It's just Cavaldien's pet, don't care about it." Augusta comforted the unicorn.

"Why does that guy want to raise a nightmare?! Ha, I see. He must be imitating you." The unicorn said firmly, "He likes to compare with you, and he wants whatever you have. However, he is an evil man and will not be favored by the bright and pure holy unicorns, so he can only go to the next place and get a nightmare to ride." He shook his head. "It's miserable, too."

"Are you praising my kindness in disguise?"

"No! I reluctantly agreed to let you ride on me when I saw you being so pitiful. The one who called me a noble and compassionate creature!"

"…Ah, well, if that's what you say…" Augusta reluctantly jumped off the unicorn's back. At this time, Prison Fire changed back to his human form. The landing was originally occupied by the giant dragon's huge body, but now it is suddenly empty, which made Augusta very uncomfortable.

The nightmare on the opposite side looked at them coldly. Augusta was impressed.

"Magician!" Prison Fire exclaimed, "What are you doing? Let's go."

They entered the fire escape on the roof. Prison Fire lived on the top floor of the building. It's very convenient to fly in and out. They went down one floor and there was a locked door in front of them. There was no keyhole in the door, but a fingerprint detector controlling the switch. It was really unexpected that Prison Fire could use such advanced devices.

The unicorn followed them. Prison Fire glanced at him and asked Augusta, "Why do you want your vehicle to follow?"

"Are you going to leave me?" The unicorn asked in horror.

"Have you ever seen a horse brought into the house?"

"I'm not a horse. I'm a unicorn. You can't generalize! And I don't want to be with that nightmare! Pooh! I mean, I don't want to stay outside because the wind is so strong and I'm freezing! What's more, I'm a guest from afar. How can you leave the guest out of the door?"

"But Cavaldien's Black Unicorn is out there."

"How can a dark, evil creature be compared with me?! And Cavaldien is psychopathic, maybe he likes to abuse animals…"

Prison Fire thought for a moment, "What you said is reasonable. I can't learn from Cavaldien. Come in." He pressed the fingerprint on the fingerprint detector, turned around and asked Augusta, "Your walking tool… Have you taught him how to use the toilet?"

"I'm going to kill you, stupid lizard!" cried the unicorn.

"…Don't come in."

The door opened. Prison Fire was not humble, and Augusta stared at the unicorn, signaling him to shut up, and followed him into the house.

As soon as he entered Prison Fire's apartment, Augusta covered his eyes and wailed, "Ah, ah, ah! My eyes!"

If Mr. Leopold, the skull, had seen such a room, he would have denounced with fury, "Nouveau taste!"

His apartment was very spacious. After all, the whole floor was his residence. The living room in front of him was as big as a museum exhibition hall. In such a spacious room, from the ceiling to the floor, everything was bright gold, and with the light shining, Augusta felt that his eyes had been attacked by a cruel color. The golden ceiling had golden chandeliers, the golden walls had golden picture frames, and the golden floor was pasted with silver grid mosaics (this time it was not gold, but silver was not much better). The sofa, tables and chairs were like a layer of gold. Even the corner was not used for decoration of ordinary green plants, but a yellow flower.

"My eyes! I'm going blind! How can people live in such a place?! Those who can live here must be ill."

Prison Fire let out a discontented cough, "The owner is in front of you."

"I can't see anything! I am blind already."

"Well, you humans not only have bad taste, but also fragile eyes. Don't people like gold very much? If you really put gold in front of your eyes, you don't think it's shining. Tsk, it's duplicity. You say one thing and do another." Prison Fire dimmed the light in the room. Although it could not completely cover the heartbreaking gold, it was less dazzling.

Only then did Augusta dare to put down his hand that covered his eyes.

"Cavaldien has the courage to live in a place like this. I admire him now… " He muttered.

A familiar voice came from the sofa, "I'm glad to hear that, my friend."

The sofa, with its back to Augusta, was also golden, if not gilded, at least made of some kind of alloy. Because the sofa was golden and the man's hair was golden, Augusta, at first, completely failed to notice that there was a person sitting on the sofa.

The man stood up and turned to Augusta.

"I won't say 'welcome to my humble home'. After all, this room is not a 'humble house' in any way." The man said with a smile.

"…Cavaldien!" Augusta gritted his teeth.

Cavaldien's age was about the same as Augusta, but perhaps because he attached great importance to his appearance, and Augusta had always neglected himself, he looked a few years younger than Augusta.

Compared with the last time they met, his face remained the same, with bright blond hair casually draped over his shoulders, thin cheeks with deep contours, defined canthus, and thin lips that showed a certain cynicism. He was dressed in a well cut black robe, and on his right hand he was leaning on a slender cane — not because he pursued gentlemanly manners or deliberately showed his identity as a great mage, but because one of his legs barely functioned and had to rely on it to support him.

"Welcome to my humble home! This is my home! Don't talk like you're the master!" The dragon yelled, "But you won't be here long. I brought this magician. It's said that he is the only one who can restrain you." The black dragon youth stared at Cavaldien's right leg, "I heard that your leg was disabled by him? Then I've got the right person!"

"Er… Listen to my explanation. It's a myth. The truth is not what you think…" Augusta was sweating.

Cavaldien, leaning on his cane, put his weight on it, "There's a truth to that. If Augusta had learned to heal better, I wouldn't have been disabled for life."

"I wish you had quit the race! How can you blame me?"

"How can I bear to blame you? My friend, it's all my ambitious fault. Of course, I paid a price for it." Cavaldien raised the corner of his mouth, the dim light on his face, casting a dark shadow on his contours.

"Your laugh is so disgusting." Augusta hated it.

Prison Fire quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, it's disgusting!"

"I like to disgust people," Cavaldien brazenly replied.

Prison Fire pointed at Cavaldien and complained to Augusta, "Look! How can there be such a person in the world?! Can you tolerate such a person living in your home? I can't! Get rid of him. Blow him up with your magic or something!"

"…Are you sure you want that? Your beautiful house may also suffer."

Prison Fire suddenly realized this matter, "Yes! You've got a point."

Augusta sighed. The black dragon's IQ was so problematic, no wonder Cavaldien could invade it's room.

"Let's sit down and talk," Cavaldien said, sitting on the golden sofa. "You all know that my leg is not good and I can't stand for long."

"Don't believe him." Prison Fire said to Augusta, "When fighting vampires, he runs faster than anyone else!" He sat angrily across Cavaldien who, in that amount of time, also sat down while staring at Augusta.

Augusta mocked, "You look like a paraplegic, but you avoid vampires?"

"He runs away from them." Prison Fire supplemented.

"Ha ha, I should have known — Damn it, this sofa is so hard!" Augusta had just sat down only to jump back up.

Cavaldien pulled a cushion from under him and threw it to Augusta, "I was facing the ancestor level vampire master. You shouldn't rush to fight without complete preparation. Is it wrong to choose tactical retreat?"

Prison Fire leaned to Augusta's ear and whispered, "He knew. If you can't beat it, don't try."

"…I hear you." Cavaldien smiled politely.

Caught between the two who were engaged in a round of tit-for-tat, Augusta felt an unprecedented embarrassment. He was not a family mediator so why was he involved in this?

"Well, let's get back to business. Cavaldien, Prison Fire is very angry about your coming to his house without permission. How could you not listen to the owner and immediately move in at your own will?"

Cavaldien raised his eyebrows, lifted his cane with his right hand, and struck the ground with a heavy tap. "My friend, what do you mean by 'coming without permission'? We live together. In this case, this is my home. Do I have to get permission to return to my own home?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Prison Fire yelled, "There's no such thing at all! Since when did we live together?"

"I will say the same! Augusta, you can't just listen one-sidedly to Prison Fire, or you will be misled."

Augusta propped up his forehead with difficulty, "Don't make any noise Cavaldien, do you have any evidence?"

"Nonsense. The door of this apartment is equipped with a fingerprint lock. Originally, only Prison Fire's fingerprint could open it. But I asked Prison Fire," Cavaldien stared at the black dragon, "if he could also record my fingerprint so that when I come to his house, he won't have to go through all the trouble to open the door for me. He agreed. This is equivalent to saying that he gave me the key to his own house, and allowed me to go in and out freely. Therefore, there is no such problem of 'trespassing into a private home'."

Prison Fire stared at the golden-haired mage in horror, "No! I… I… It's different from what you said! I didn't mean that at all! I'm just lazy to open the door for you every day. It's not a matter of 'letting you in and out freely at ease'."

"What's more, I once asked you if you could spare a room for me because your home is so big. Otherwise, whenever I came to see you, I would have to stay in a hotel when there was clearly a room available here. You agreed, so I brought some personal belongings. I think that's what it means to accept me as a cohabitant. Augusta, isn't that right?"

Augusta hummed, "Mmm…"

Prison Fire took a cold breath, "No, no, no! I didn't mean it like that! I just thought of you as poor and miserable, and probably unable to afford to live in a luxury hotel, so I gave you a room at random! If you have something to do with me, you can stay with me. If you have nothing, you can go back to your own home. That's all. How can we become cohabitants?" He grabbed Augusta's elbow and asked for help. "I know that in your human culture, two people living together has a special meaning, but I really didn't mean it like that."

Cavaldien sneered, "Oh, really, so you just kind of helped the poor and turned your home into a relief center?"

"Yes, yes, that's almost what I meant!" Prison Fire nodded.

"Then what do you mean by coming into my bed in the middle of the night?"

Prison Fire showed the expression of being bombarded by thunder. "That's to help you with your physiological needs! I am the host. Isn't it reasonable for the host to meet the needs of the guests? I'll give you food when you're hungry. I'll give you a drink when you're thirsty. When you're hot and cold, I'll adjust the temperature of the air conditioner for you. If you feel bored, I'll take you out to play. If you have sexual needs, I'll help you…" His voice died down because Augusta was staring at him with wide eyes. "He said it first! I asked him if he needed anything. He said he wanted me, so I just — It's difficult, am I wrong? I'm just trying to be a good host, and that's wrong?"

Prison Fire was too thoughtful, or they could say he had a problem with his brain… Augusta shook his head.

Unable to get a response from his allies, Prison Fire stammered, "It's a mistake, a misunderstanding! We all misunderstood each other's meaning! Okay, okay… Even if it's my fault! But you forcing me to get married? As far as I know, in human culture, even cohabitation does not necessarily lead to marriage!"

"Force you? When did I force you? Didn't you propose to me first?"

"Absolutely not!" Prison Fire grabbed Augusta's shoulder and shook him violently. "Believe me, magician, I've never proposed to him! You must not believe him!"

Augusta was roughly shaken by him that he almost bit his tongue.

"Oh? Then how do you explain this?" Cavaldien raised his left hand. He wore a diamond ring on the ring finger of his left hand. "You sent it to me, did you forget?"

Prison Fire's gaze was straight, "I didn't forget…"

"You put it on for me. Is this also my 'misunderstanding'?"

Prison Fire grabbed his hair wildly, "No! It's not what you think! Augusta, tell me he thinks too much!"

Don't kick my side! Augusta coughed gently, "Prison Fire, you gave each other a ring, and also, wearing them on the ring fingers, that is a proposal for marriage…"

"There must be something wrong! I just showed him around my treasures to open his eyes, and then told him that I could afford to give him whatever he wanted. He picked a diamond ring on his own — well, I admit he had a good eye, and I like that ring. But I just gave him the ring just to show my generosity! It's not a proposal!"

Cavaldien gave a long, "Oh" and then asked "— So why did you put the ring on my ring finger?"

"Because it didn't fit any other finger!"

"Why was it my left hand?"

"Because you were using your cane in your right hand at that time, it was inconvenient!"

Cavaldien turned the diamond ring on his ring finger thoughtfully. His eyes were deep and elusive. After a long time, he raised his head and a bright smile broke out on his face, "Yes, I misunderstood it. I didn't expect to cause you so much trouble. I'm sorry, Prison Fire. It's all my fault."

Augusta shivered at the sight of his smile. Cavaldien was not the most terrible when he was expressionless and cold. On the contrary, he was the most terrible when he smiled. God knows what kind of idea he was thinking under that smile. The most frightening thing was that he basically laughed all day long.

Prison Fire had probably already experienced the horror of Cavaldien's smile, and quickly shook his hand, "Why is it your fault? It's all the fault of cultural estrangement between human beings and dragons…"

Cavaldien took off the diamond ring and gently placed it on the coffee table, "Since the misunderstanding has been cleared up, I'll give it back to you."

The dragon reached out to the diamond ring, but quickly retracted back. "Is there any reason to take back gifts that have already been given away? Take it."

Cavaldien curled his mouth and no longer looked at Prison Fire. He turned to a bunch of golden flowers in the corner of the room. "I thought it had special significance for me, but I didn't think it was all my wishful thinking. It's not interesting to keep it. Take it back." He suddenly got up and walked towards the flowerpot with his cane.

"I…" Prison Fire turned to Augusta, "Hey, magician, in your human culture, can a proposal ring be returned?"

"Er… I think it's okay? It's like you broke up. Anyway, you are not officially married. You can take it back at any time. What's more, even if you get married, you can still leave."

"What happens if I take it back?" Prison Fire was very nervous.

"Everything will be over. I'll go back to my own home, and I'll still have to live my life."

"Will you pursue me after I take it back? You seem to like to hunt down those who don't keep their promise…"

"In what era did we end things?" Cavaldien laughed, "I won't go after you. There should be… no way."

"That is to say, our lives will return to the way they were before — when I didn't propose to him? Nothing else?"

"Well. There is a saying among us that we can continue to be good friends even if we break up, so it is theoretically feasible so it's okay."

"I know that when you say 'theoretically feasible,' you mean 'don't dream'."

"You wanted to get rid of Cavaldien, and now he's gone, shouldn't you be happy?"

"I just want him out of my house, not… It's not…"

Prison Fire stared at Cavaldien. The latter looked at the golden flowers in the basin for a moment. Then, he turned around and said, "I have no reason to stay. I'll call in nightmare to come and help clean up things. I won't disturb you in the future."

"What do you mean?" Prison Fire jumped up, "Will you not come again?"

Cavaldien looked at the ceiling disconsolately, "I lived here because I like you. But now I understand that my so-called 'like' was all just my misunderstanding. Then why should I stay?"

"Aren't we friends?"

"…We can't be friends anymore."

"Why? Do you hate me?" Prison Fire persisted in asking.

"I don't hate you, you hate me. You hate me to the point of asking Augusta to get rid of me. Isn't it too unwise for me to stay so shamelessly?"

He turned to go when Prison Fire caught up with him and grabbed his wrist, "I just want you to leave my nest, not to break up with you!"

"To me, there's no difference between the two."

"I don't understand! Can't we go back to what we used to be? Just being friends, not cohabitation, marriage or something? Why do you have to choose between 'friends' and 'lover'?"

Cavaldien didn't shake off Prison Fire's hand, but looked at him sympathetically, "That's the crux of the problem! I didn't treat you as a friend from the beginning! I love you, but in your eyes it's just friendship! Maybe not even friendship. Now you want to enjoy my love, but you don't want to admit it's love. Sorry, I can't. I thought I was special to you but I was wrong. I'm not noble enough to give my whole life for a love that will never be returned. Maybe you dragons can do it, but I can't. Compared with you, a human life span is too short to afford that."

"What shall I do when you are gone?"

"You lived hundreds of years before you met me. What if you didn't meet me? Besides, for you, decades are like a gust of wind. If you blink, there will be no Cavaldien in the world."

Prison Fire looked like he was scared. It seemed that he was now aware of the abysmal gap of the 'life span' between himself and Cavaldien.

"Your life is so short, how can I let you go? I can be angry with other dragons and we won't see each other for one hundred years, but I can't do it with you! It's too easy for humans to die!"

Cavaldien gazed into Prison Fire's golden eyes, "Do you want me to stay?"

Prison Fire hesitated as he looked left and right. Cavaldien sneered, turned around and left. Prison Fire hugged him from behind, "No, no, no! Don't go! Stay! If I have to choose between 'break up' and 'get married', I'll get married in ten days!"

Cavaldien turned and tilted his head, "Are you sure? Won't you regret it?"

Prison Fire whispered, "Even if one day I regret it… Anyway, your human lifespan is so short. If I bear with it, you will pass away…"

Cavaldien raised the corners of his mouth and released his cane. Without support, his body was tottering.

"Hold me tight." He said.

Prison Fire obediently grabbed him, hands through his armpits, supporting his body. Cavaldien leaned against the black dragon's shoulder, took a deep breath, as if sniffing at him, then raised his head and cast a triumphant glance at Augusta in the distance.

Augusta's heart secretly scolded, Fucking sleaze: a good move to act hard to get! Brilliant!

Before Cavaldien and Prison Fire were settled, the doorbell rang. Prison Fire wanted to open the door, but Cavaldien put his body's center of gravity on him, as if he was bad at doing things. Without Prison Fire, he couldn't even stand still. Prison Fire hummed and said, "Magician Augusta, open the door!"

"I am a guest! You want me to open the door?" Augusta swore as he moved off the sofa and walked towards the door.

The doorbell rang from the door that led to the roof. Could it be, the unicorn can't bear the cold wind and wants to warm up in the house? Augusta turned the lock when the door was pushed open with a "bang" and almost hit Augusta in the face.

"Damn it! Do you open doors like this! Wait for me, I'm going to cut off your — " Augusta couldn't say his next words.

He really didn't know what to say.

It was not the unicorn that appeared in front of him. In fact, there was no 'beast.'

Outside the door stood a naked man with black hair and red eyes.

Augusta's scream got stuck in his throat.

For a moment, he thought Kyfayar had come over, but the naked man was obviously not Kyfayar. The werewolf youth had, after all, been influenced by civilization, and didn't run around naked now.

So who was this naked man? What was wrong with Cavaldien? Was it some truth that all creatures related to him would eventually turn into naked running maniacs?

Ignoring Augusta, the naked man walked into the room, passed the living room and disappeared behind a door. After a while, he came back with a can of cold beer in his hand. He sat on the sofa like no one else was there, opened the beer and took a sip in silence. He seemed like a tired office worker who just returned home, without feeling that the gilded sofa under his buttocks was too hard.

Cavaldien and Prison Fire seemed to have already met this shocking naked man before. So they continued to love each other, and were about to go even further together.

Augusta finally screamed, "What's wrong with the two of you? Didn't you see this naked man come in? Why are you turning a blind eye to him? Or am I the only one who can see him? Is this like, 'The Emperor's New Clothes'? Is he dressed in your eyes?"

Cavaldien raised his head from Prison Fire's arms and said impatiently, "What are you making a fuss for? This is Night Shadow, my nightmare."

"I see. It's your mount… Fuck you! Why did your nightmare come into the house without clothes? Pervert! Savage! Rude!"

"It's not strange since animals don't wear clothes themselves. Why make such a fuss? Do you feel shy when you see a cat without clothes?"

"But he has turned into a human being."

"He is still a nightmare in essence. What you're looking at is only his appearance. Don't be so superficial." After that, Cavaldien turned to Prison Fire. "I'm not the same as him. I think that way no matter whether you're a human or a dragon."

Prison Fire said, "Of course, I am more powerful in the shape of a dragon."

"Enough from you two!"

The nightmare on the sofa put down his beer, rubbed his brows, and said in a deep voice, "This magician is as noisy as the unicorn outside. Shows that people are exactly like their pets."

Augusta thought this nightmare was scolding him! Does he know Cavaldien is not a good bird!

"What did the unicorn do?"

The expression on the nightmare's face was like he was having a nightmare, "Performed a talk show."

That scene was really easy to imagine.

"I didn't know unicorns had such talents. There will be another way to make money from him in the future." Then, the nightmare's expression became even more grey, "…What kind of pet am I?"

He continued to drink the beer while thinking deeply.

It took Augusta a long time to figure it out. Does this guy mean I'm like the unicorn? The nightmare's words were true. Cavaldien's pet was just as arrogant, annoying and contemptuous as he was.

Augusta coughed, "Then I will not disturb your little family of three's get-together, I will leave."

"Don't go in a hurry, my friend, or it will appear as if I am not a good entertainer." Cavaldien made a gesture to Prison Fire. The black dragon picked up the walking stick on the ground and sent it to the great mage. Then he was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he didn't understand why he was so obedient to him.

Cavaldien, leaning on his cane, walked up to Augusta and hugged his shoulder closely, "At least stay for dinner."

He grabbed Augusta's arm and pulled him to another room. This guy was obviously disabled. He always looked weak at ordinary times, but his strength was really great at the critical moments. It seemed that he was pretending to be weak.

"Do you think a meal is too good for you?" Cavaldien pointed to the door with his cane and it opened silently. "There is a wine cabinet with a lot of good wine in it. You must try it, or you would have come here for nothing."

"Wait, I did come here to drive you away, but it now seems I've come here in vain…"

Cavaldien interrupted him and said in a loud voice, "Prison Fire! Do you mind if we drink a few bottles of wine?" He turned his head and chuckled. The black dragon looked at Cavaldien in confusion. "Oh… It doesn't matter. Drink whatever you like…" He said, and then looked around in horror, wondering why he had agreed to Cavaldien's request.

Cavaldien led Augusta through the rooms. Prison Fire's apartment occupied a whole floor, so large that it looked like a palace, and its decoration was no less luxurious than that of a palace. Augusta was dazzled with it (Prison Fire's decorations were not flattering, and he only liked gold. In fact, most of the time, Augusta was dazzled by gold). Finally, they came to the room where the wine was stored.

This was definitely not a 'wine cabinet', but a wine cellar. The room was full of wine cabinets, and bottles of good wine were arranged in chronological order. For alcoholics, this was a paradise. Cavaldien skilfully shuttled through the wine cabinets, took down a bottle of wine, looked at the label, and nodded with satisfaction. Looking at his manner, it seemed that he had already mastered this place. Prison Fire even let him drink freely from his own wine cellar? Was he too comfortable with Cavaldien, or was he too indifferent to his wine?

Augusta asked in a low voice, "Did you put an enchanting spell on Prison Fire?"

Cavaldien held up his cane and summoned two floating glasses. "I was born with charm."

"…I don't understand how a man can have such a thick face like yours."

"I take that as a compliment."

"It's time to introduce the unicorn to you. You both will have a common topic in the field of narcissism."

Cavaldien popped the cork open, the bottle and the glass floated in the air, like an invisible hand was holding the bottle and filled the two glasses. Cavaldien reached for one of the glasses, and Augusta hesitantly grabbed the other.

"Cheers, friend."

"You didn't put something in the wine?"

"You think I have time to spend on drugging you?" Cavaldien drank the red wine in one gulp, and the floating bottle automatically refilled his glass. "Alas, this is good wine, but it's a pity that you can't drink too much. If you drink too much, you will lose your self-control… Unexpected things…"

"What will happen?"

Cavaldien looked at Augusta with a wry look, "It's something that has never happened to you, since you can still ride the unicorn now."

Augusta's looked like a glass of red wine had been poured on his face, "You… What do you know! The so-called 'unicorn can only carry virgins' is a myth. I have tried it myself. If a unicorn wants to, it can carry anything."

"Wow, why don't you write a paper about it? I think the magicians would love to publish it."

"Compared with you, you have tested the intelligence quotient of dragons with practical actions, filling the academic gap in this field."

"Prison Fire's IQ is too high to imagine. After all, he has lived for hundreds of years."

"I'm not fooled by you."

Cavaldien raised his eyebrows, "How could I have lied to him?"

Augusta chuckled, "Don't tell me that's all your feelings."

"Huh? Why not? Am I not qualified to find true love?"

Augusta thought for a moment and replied positively, "Not qualified." He took a gulp of wine. "People like you deserve to die alone. It's better for everyone to stay away from you, or you'll take advantage of them."

"I see. You're still very upset about what happened."

"Unless you have Alzheimer's disease, anyone will be upset about it!"

Cavaldien held the glass in one hand and hugged Augusta's shoulder with the other. "I'm sorry. Although, I admit, I'll still do the same even if I go back in time," he sipped, ignoring Augusta's knife-like gaze. "But I swear to make up for it. Haven't you seen how hard I've tried?"

Augusta shook his head slowly.

"How about the werewolf I sent you? Is he a good young man?"

How about what?! Augusta's face was hot. He couldn't tell Cavaldien that he and Kyfayar had developed a relationship beyond friendship! Cavaldien would laugh and spasm on the spot!

"He is…" He replied vaguely.

"From the way you look radiant, I know that the werewolf must have served you well."

Augusta digressed. "Why did you send me a werewolf?"

Cavaldien frowned. "You don't seem to be able to take care of yourself. I had another werewolf who needed work, so I made a reasonable decision. He's a good young man, isn't he?"

"…He's very industrious, but a little stupid."

"Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing."

"Like you?"

"Are you praising me for my cleverness? Thank you."

"I really should introduce you to the unicorn, you will become close friends."

Cavaldien patted Augusta on the shoulder, "It's enough for me to have a close friend like you in my life."

"Oh, come on, disgusting!" Augusta dodged him. "I'm going home! Save your energy and use it on Prison Fire!"

"But you just had a drink! Not afraid of traffic accidents?"

"I didn't come by car!"

Cavaldien casually took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and stuffed it into Augusta's arms, "Then take this. Thank you for bringing Prison Fire back."

Augusta glanced at the year label on the bottle and was surprised. "Did you come to live with Prison Fire for this wine cellar?"

"That's one of the reasons."

Augusta deeply sympathized with the big stupid dragon who was confused by love. I hope Cavaldien doesn't run Prison Fire out of money before he runs out of life.

"Come on, I'll take you out. You don't know the way." Cavaldien waved his cane and the door of the wine cellar opened silently. "Prison Fire and I will have a wedding soon. Can you be my best man?"

…You really want to marry him?! "I'll think about it. Liliana will probably get married soon, and if your marriage dates collide, I'll have to choose one side."

Cavaldien said in surprise, "Lilianna? That fast?"

"She recently got a boyfriend, and I think they're not far from getting married."

"I did hear that she had a new boyfriend, but I never met him. Marriage? Are you sure?"

"Ha, I thought Lilianna had already shown off her sweetheart to everyone. She didn't introduce him to you because you're not on good terms — in fact, you don't have a good relationship with anyone."

"Then I'll really ask her about it."

Cavaldien sent Augusta out of the house. As soon as he stepped on the roof, he heard a long howl, "A! Gu! SU! TA! That nightmare cursed me! And he doesn't even wear clothes! He's immoral!"

Cavaldien turned to Augusta, "Is this the 'close friend' you want to introduce me to?"

"…When I didn't say that?"

When Augusta got home, it was time for the stars to slowly appear. After a day's work (and enduring the unicorn's complaints the entire way), Augusta was so tired that he could hardly speak.

He sent the unicorn back to the stables (the latter, of course, erupted in an earthshaking protest), lifted his heavy legs and went to the gate of the house. The door opened before the doorbell even rang. Kyfayar rushed out like a whirlwind, embraced Augusta and twirled in a circle.

"I thought you were not coming back, Lord Augusta!" Kyfayar was in tears.

Augusta tried to reach for the ground with his toes and unfortunately failed. "If I wasn't coming back at night, I'd have called you in advance." He rubbed Kyfayar's wolf ears and said, "Put me down!"

"I thought maybe Lord Cavaldien locked you up, and you couldn't touch the phone at all!" Kyfayar placed Augusta down and felt him up from head to toe. "Are you not hurt? Has Lord Cavaldien done anything to you?"

"Dare he?"

"I don't think there is anything in the world that he dare not do…"

It was late into the night, but the house was lit with orange lights. The light streamed out of the windows and doors, and Kyfayar was shining. Looking at the worried look on the werewolf youth's face, Augusta suddenly felt that the exhaustion of the day had been swept away. There was someone waiting for him to come back, and others would worry about him. He never knew that it was such a warm thing to be welcomed home after the journey.

Augusta suddenly thought of Cavaldien and Prison Fire. Cavaldien's move of 'indulging in hard to get' was really wonderful. He ate Prison Fire to death. He also wanted to try…

So he put away his mild expression and said sternly, "Don't touch me! Go away!"

Kyfayar looked at him in panic, "What's the matter with you, Lord Augusta?"

"I don't want to see you!" Augusta said, pushing Kyfayar away and walking into the room.

When he went back to his bedroom to change his clothes and take off his coat, he took a picture from his pocket — the one of him and Kyfayar kissing in the great master's shop. He looked at himself in the picture for a moment, sighed, found a wooden frame from the cupboard and put it in. It was just the right size.

He put the picture frame on the bedside table and went downstairs to enjoy the late dinner, only to see Kyfayar sobbing and pulling a huge box out of the storage room.

"Wu, wu, wu! Lord Augusta doesn't want me. I'd better send myself back…" He stepped into the box as he wiped his tears away.

…So for the rest of the night, Augusta had to comfort Kyfayar and tell him that he was only joking, and that he didn't really want to drive him away.

Why was that? Why doesn't 'playing hard to get work'? The magician thought sadly. Kyfayar hugged him around the waist, rubbing tears and snot on him. What went wrong?! How did Cavaldien use this to catch Prison Fire, but when I used it, it only caused such consequences?! Ah, ah, ah, I can't think of it!

The last glimmer of the setting sun loomed beneath the horizon, and night dominated this side of the earth. A full moon crept up into the sky. There were some clouds floating in the night sky, so the moon was dim and hid behind the clouds from time to time. But for some creatures on the planet, the moon's mysterious gravity had not been weakened by the weather at all. They went out to the outdoors to receive the baptism of the magic of the moon. The secret call from the sky was as strong as ever. They could not help but yearn to break free from all constraints, run freely, roar at the moon, and liberate themselves.

At this moment, outside Radier, Hollic County, in the forest belonging to the Hollic family, Kyfayar shivered in the cool air, holding a test tube full of strange colored potions in his hands.

"Are you ready, Kyfayar?"

Opposite him, Augusta, holding a notebook and a ballpoint pen, was looking at him with a researcher's objective and prudent eyes in front of the subject, making Kyfayar feel like an orangutan tied to an anatomical table.

"…To be honest, if you're not ready, can we postpone the date?"

"Today is the full moon, and it will be next month if it is postponed!"

Kyfayar sneezed pitifully. "Do I have to drink this potion? You changed the formula again?"

"If you don't try it, how can I know what's wrong? How do I know how to modify the recipe?" Augusta shook his head and resented Kyfayar for not having the spirit of scientific empirical research.

"What if it fails?" Kyfayar asked timidly.

"Failure is the mother of success."

"I mean if the potion fails, I may lose my mind and even hurt you." Kyfayar sniffed. The magic of the moon was getting stronger and stronger like the hightide water, and Kyfayar could hardly resist it.

Augusta gave a strange smile, "You make me laugh. It's funny."

Kyfayar shivered when he recalled the last time Augusta used magic bullets to make him fly.

"In case the medicine has strange side effects…" He tugged at his tail in dismay. The ear and tail of a wolf can be regarded as 'lovely,' but if he grows fangs or claws, he will not be a good thing.

"I'll change you back!" Augusta was impatient. "Drink the potion quickly, or it will be too late!"

With a whimper, Kyfayar put the test tube to his mouth and looked at Augusta in the hope that he would change his mind at the last minute. Augusta was indifferent. Kyfayar had to take a sip of the potion and make a face to show that it was very hard to drink.

"Don't make faces! I added honey and sugar to the recipe. It's not hard to drink at all!" Augusta said sullenly.

Kyfayar licked his lips. It was really sweet. Although his mouth was still filled with a strange smell, he felt much better. The thought of Augusta's thoughtfulness made him feel less cold.

"Can you change now?"

Kyfayar looked up. The moon was covered by the luxuriant branches of the forest. He couldn't really see it, only a trace of moonlight fell on the wet ground. Kyfayar took a deep breath and filled his body with the magic of the moon. Augusta instinctively took a step back and set up a transparent magic barrier in front of him to prevent Kyfayar from getting out of control and injuring him.

The young werewolf crushed the test tube in his hand and bent down in pain. His body grew rapidly, with long, coarse gray hair coming out from under his skin and muscles bulging from under his hair. Augusta quickly recorded Kyfayar's transformation in a notebook. It was the first time that he had tested the anti-transformation drugs on the night of the full moon. He had no idea what the effect would be. As long as Kyfayar didn't turn into something weird.

Kyfayar was about to turn into a werewolf when he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. The gray wolf fur retreated, and his body shrank back to the size of an ordinary human. However, the ears and tail of the wolf were still on his body. Augusta was so shocked that he lost his pen and notebook. He quickly removed the barrier and ran to Kyfayar, kneeling beside him.

"Kyfayar, are you okay?" He picked up the upper body of the young werewolf and put his head on his knees.

"I'm… feeling… not good…" Kyfayar said with difficulty.

Augusta pushed the sweat-drenched hair from his forehead. Kyfayar's brows were tight, his body was curled up like shrimp, and every muscle was tight. Augusta immediately regretted his decision. Why did he try this medicine? He should have let Kyfayar run naked in the forest every full moon night! Anyway, there were only one or two days a month, so it was much easier to face Kyfayar who became a werewolf than to face a violent woman in her physiological period! He could make sure Kyfayar didn't run out of the forest. What's wrong with making him a free wolf?

"Augusta… My Lord, I…" Kyfayar groaned in pain.

"I know, I know," the magician rubbed Kyfayar's wolf ears heartily. "There must be something wrong with the recipe. I shouldn't have tried it directly on you! Can you still stand up? We'll go home, and I'll get you some medicine, so you won't feel so bad."

Kyfayar snuffled and struggled to get up with Augusta's help. He was taller than Augusta, and his muscles were stronger than the weak Magician. Augusta could hardly hold him. Kyfayar also liked to stick to him. This was what made the magician miserable.

"I feel terrible, my lord…" Kyfayar said weakly, in a coquettish tone.

"Why don't you tell me what it's about?"

"… I feel like I've stuffed the shit back in… Ouch!"

"Disgusting!" Augusta slapped him on the back of the head.

Kyfayar flattened his mouth pitifully. "I can't change my body. Although I can feel the call from the moon, I don't have any strength. I want to change, but I can't change.. It's like…" He thought over the words, "It's like constipation!"

"Enough! The dog can't spit ivory out of its mouth!"

"You wanted me to say it!"

Augusta glared at him. He did not dare to speak anymore. He rubbed against the magician as if he were a piece of mud that could not be pasted on the wall. Augusta hesitated to send them back with teleportation, but the house was near and he didn't want to waste his magic.

Out of the forest, Augusta met the moonlight and yelped.

"What's the matter, my lord?"

"There seems to be something wrong with my magic barrier around the house…"

Since the last burglary at home, Augusta had been using magic to protect the whole house when he went out to prevent thieves from breaking into empty doors – after all, he had learned a terrible lesson. He thought that his magic barrier was rare, even if not the best in the world. The one who could break his magic barrier must be a magician with high magic attainments. He probably didn't care about petty theft, so he was very relieved. Only Cavaldien was a man who worried about nothing and gave him a 'werewolf security guard.'

Now the barriers around the house were broken, and most of them were still intact, and there was enough damage for a thief to break in.

"You wait outside." Augusta said to Kyfayar, "I'll check it out first."

Kyfayar couldn't see the magic barrier. He didn't know why. Augusta walked around the house and saw no suspicious footprints. Of course, the intruder may not have come 'on foot' at all. The unicorn was grazing alone in the stable. Seeing Augusta sneaking around the house, he sneered scornfully, "What are you looking for? Is there gold on the ground?"

"The magic barrier is broken. I'm looking for any signs of an invasion."

"'There's something moving. And a dark figure flew into the house on a Persian carpet."

Augusta was stunned and found that the unicorn was not joking and yelled, "Damn you, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't ask me!"

"You let him in like this?"

"What else can I do? I'm a pure and kind unicorn, and I'm not your watchdog. Do you expect me to fight the gangsters and defend the family property? What if he's armed?! How can I be weak enough to fight a fierce and cruel gangster?"

"Don't you shout every day that you want to kill people with your horn? You're afraid of just a gangster!"

"Can I really go thinking that I will die! Then I said that I am the king of the world, tomorrow the earth will become my family? You're so old that you can't tell a joke from a heart?"

"Ah, ah, ah! I'm going to be pissed off by you." Augusta tugged at his hair in a frenzy.

"Look, you've learned to be funny, and you're not really pissed off."

Augusta left behind the unicorn, who was not too busy to watch the scene. Even if the house was on fire, he would not help put out the fire, but would happily bake marshmallows nearby, and go back to the main door. Kyfayar was sitting at the door blankly waiting for him to come back.

"Someone broke into the house!" cried Augusta.

Kyfayar jumped up, with sprang at his feet. "I'll catch him for you!"

"Forget it, just like you…" Augusta opened the door. This seemed to be a bit too coincidental. Why did someone invade the house on the night of the full moon? Was it possible that neither of them would be home tonight?

"I'm fine! I can protect you!" Kyfayar held the door frame, breathing every step.

"It's good for you to protect yourself!"

Augusta recited the incantation and performed the search technique. Within a period of time, all traces in the room changed into white shadows and appeared in the air. Sure enough, in addition to his shadow and Kyfayar's shadow, there was a third person who had passed here. It must be the suspicious intruder!

"He went upstairs…" Augusta looked up the stairs. "Up there is my study… Is his goal, like last time, my research notes?"

"He went upstairs…" Augusta looked up the stairs. "My study is up there. Is his goal, like last time, my research notes?"

"Didn't you say that the notes are encrypted, and you can only crack the cipher text on it with the codebook?" Kyfayar asked, "Is it the codebook that the thief wants to steal?"

Augusta grinned, "Humph, I'm always on guard. You stay here to prevent any of the thief's accomplices from coming in. I'll go upstairs and have a look."

"What can you do alone? He may be very dangerous!" Kyfayar cried, "I'm going with you."

Augusta gave him a disgusted glance, "Just you? Forget it! Stay here."

Kyfayar's wolf's ears drooped.

Augusta rushed up the stairs and found a rolled up Persian carpet at the door to his study. It should be the same carpet that the unicorn saw. It seemed that the thief had been plotting this for a long time, and even their means of escape was ready. The magician grinned grimly and snapped his fingers, and a fire burst out over the flying carpet.

Hehe, dare to covet the property of mage Augusta, let you fly in and roll out.

Should I kick open the door of the study to appear more powerful and bold? Augusta thought for a second and gave up. Why can't I go through my own door? I still like the mahogany door.

He opened the door calmly. The study was turned upside down. The neat books on the bookshelf had fallen to the ground, every cabinet and drawer was open, and the documents and scrolls lay on the floor like toilet paper that had been torn to pieces. In addition, there was no one in the study, as if the audacious thief had left, leaving a room full of mess.

But it was not that simple. Daring to steal the research notes of a great mage, who was already alert, only to suddenly quit? Augusta looked into the middle of the room. There was a magic whirlpool that ordinary people couldn't see. In Augusta's eyes, it was a dark hole.

The magician carefully poked through a pile of manuscripts on the ground with his toes and picked up a thin notebook buried underneath. This was his codebook. If you didn't chant the right mantra when you touched the codebook, you would be sucked into an unknown dimension. This even applied to Augusta himself. Since the last burglary at his home, he had not only strengthened the magic barrier around the house, but also added magic traps to the codebook. Now that the trap had been triggered, it seemed that the thief was really aiming for the codebook.

"I'd like to see who this thief is!"

Augusta dropped the codebook and jumped into the magic whirlpool.

All of a sudden, he fell from his study into a dark space with no heaven and earth. This space was so vast and boundless that no one would be able to find the end. It was like a boundless universe.

A road of suspended rock stretched from Augusta's foot into the distance. Looking down from the edge of the road, he could only see a bottomless darkness. There were more rocky islands drifting around.

Another floating path of rocks hung above, just parallel to the one he was standing on. Augusta pushed hard and jumped into the air. The gravity suddenly reversed. He was sucked up to the path of rocks above his head, and then fell flat against it. This dark space had turned around.

He was now standing on the path of rocks that had been 'above' him a moment ago, while the previous path of rocks he had been standing on hung upside down.

Augusta raised his hand and made a gesture, closing the magic whirlpool that sent him into the dark space. If he had tried to go through the magic whirlpool again, instead of returning to the study, he would be transported to another place in a different space. In this strange and wonderful space, the entrance did not necessarily send one back to where they came from.

The magician patted his clothes, dusted them off, and looked around. It's dead quiet here. Where's the thief? I hope he didn't run too far because he was too scared. Although Augusta hated thieves, he didn't hate them immediately.

Suddenly a flame came from behind Augusta when he was looking around! I didn't expect an attack! When he felt the heat of the fire, he instinctively raised a barrier to protect himself. When he and Cavaldien participated in the magic challenge, they practiced this kind of magic arts day and night so that they would form a conditioned reflex. His body had not forgotten it after so many years. That was one of the few benefits that he and Cavaldien had gained from their acquaintance.

The flame bounced against the barrier and turned into scattered hot air. Augusta turned around. A man dressed in black and wearing a white mask stood on the path of rocks above him, hanging upside down like a bat to Augusta. It seemed that he was the thief who didn't know the height of the earth. Breaking into my house and stealing, you dare to attack me!

The magician's mouth curled. He had been a great master for a long time.

The masked thief took a bottle out from his arms and threw it at Augusta. Due to the different forces of gravity on both sides of the path of rocks, the bottle flew in a strange arc towards the position where Augusta stood.

Logically speaking, Augusta would have to crush the bottle with his barrier, but according to his experience in the magic road challenge, since the other party knew that he would use the barrier to protect himself, there must be something strange in the bottle. The same means of attack could not be used a second time, defensive means was also a reason.

With a wave of his hand, he reversed the gravity of the bottle. The bottle that had just been flying towards him was immediately called by gravity. It flew upwards to the path of rocks above and smashed against it. An electric current shot out of the broken glass bottle. If Augusta had just blocked the bottle with a barrier, the moment the bottle broke, the electric current would have broken through his barrier.

Seeing that the trick failed, the masked thief took out a bottle and threw it at his feet. A thick cloud of smoke suddenly rose. Augusta realized that he was trying to escape. The magician couldn't give the enemy such a chance! He waved his hand casually. The thief who had not yet escaped from the fog was caught by a huge hand. He left the ground with a bang and fell on Augusta's path of rocks. Before he could tell what happened, Augusta waved his hand at will again, and the thief fell back against the path of rocks above. He was like a tennis ball bouncing between two paths of rocks.

"Stay, stop!" The thief yelled, "I surrender! Spare my life!"

Augusta hit him again. "It's a little late to surrender now, Mr. Herbert Gunther."

The thief tried to get up from the ground. Augusta made a gesture of pressure, and the thief's back felt as if there was a heavy burden pressing against his back and had to lie down.

"How do you know it's me?"

"First, your bottle. It was an alchemical potion, so I guessed you were an alchemist, or at least one of your fellow alchemists. Second, you broke the magic barrier around my house. Although I'm not the greatest mage in the world, I'm confident that my magic is not bad. There are few magicians in the world who can break my barrier from the outside, but I can't think of any of them who will be against me.

"However, the barrier is much easier to crack from the inside. The thief must have been to my house, and when I was not paying attention, he put an anchor that could break the barrier in a certain place in my house, and was confident that no one would find it.

"I'm not so stupid that I wouldn't even know if there is a magic anchor. However, even if I ignore it, Kyfayar and Quentina often clean the house, so they are bound to find it. But no one found the anchor. So I guess the anchor must be something in our psychological blind spot. We let it exist, and didn't care about it. Maybe I even allowed it to be in my house."

Augusta raised his chin, "That shivalinga. You and Lilianna came to visit and gave me that as a gift. Of course, because it was so embarrassing, I asked Kyfayar to leave it in the attic, and then I never took care of it. Your anchor was safe in my own home. When I realized this, your identity would be revealed. Also, you asked me about Kyfayar's transformation, and I told you that when he changed, I would send him to the nearby forest. In other words, I would definitely leave home on the full moon night — that's the best time for you to invade."

The magician looked at Herbert, overwhelmed by invisible gravity, "Does Lilianna know what you're doing? Is she involved in your plot? No, I don't think so. Your association with Lilliana is suspicious in itself. The timing is too good. Not long after my house was broken into, you picked up Liliana. You were just using her as a springboard, looking for opportunities to enter my home, and asking about my situation? Otherwise, you won't be completely sure: the shivalinga is a gift from a friend, so I won't lose it; but I can't take it out to look at it, so I would also not find the magic anchor on it."

Herbert snorted, "What if I said she was my partner?"

"Impossible."

"How can you be sure?"

"If Lilianna wants my research notes, she would just come and ask for them. She hasn't asked for them before. Of course, whether I give it to her or not is another matter, but if she really wants to, she will definitely open her mouth, not steal."

"That woman…!"

"It's really bad luck for Lillianna to meet someone like you. She probably thought you were the one for her, dreaming of a long life with you."

Augusta snapped his fingers. The heavy burden on Herbert's back disappeared, and a magic whirlpool appeared on his head, sucking him up. "But you're even worse off. Haven't you heard of a saying — "

Herbert was sucked into the whirlpool. "You'll regret it, Aug…"

"— would you rather annoy ten dragons than a witch?"

Kyfayar sat on the stairs, hands in his arms, shivering from the cold. Why don't I get myself some clothes to wear? He thought. But Lord Augusta asked me to stay here and wait for him. What if he doesn't find me when he comes back? It's better to bear with it.

He hung his head dejectedly and didn't discover the magic whirlpool that appeared above his head.

"…usta!" A broken sound came from the whirlpool.

"Huh?" Kyfayar looked up in disbelief.

Then he was hit in the face by a man in black who came down from the sky! He didn't even have time to scream and fainted.

This was what Augusta saw as he walked out of the study: Herbert throwing off his mask and trying to get up, while Kyfayar frothed and fell unconscious, wearing nothing at all. The scene was very indecent.

Kyfayar, tucked in a quilt with an ice bag on his forehead, looked sadly at Quentina and Augusta at his bedside.

"Oh! Kyfayar! Poor little thing! Look at you!" Quentina, a mother of love, peeled Kyfayar an orange. Kyfayar sniffed it carefully and turned his head to show that he didn't want to eat it. So Quentina put the whole orange in Augusta's mouth.

Four days ago, Augusta successfully captured Herbert Gunther, but Kyfayar was concussed by the thief who fell from the sky. In addition, he had drunk Augusta's (suspicious quality) potion. As a result, he was admitted to the hospital for two days and only returned home yesterday. Now he was half-dead in bed.

"If you are a servant, you shouldn't be served by the housekeeper. What's with this etiquette?" Augusta scolded, chewing the orange. The orange was sour. No wonder Kyfayar didn't like them.

"It's all your fault!" Quentina helped Kyfayar, "Why did you hit Kyfayar on the head with Herbert?"

"I didn't mean to! I didn't even know where the vortex was going to appear!"

"Well, it must have been intentional to smash him so impartially…"

"No! I didn't —" Augusta wanted to argue with a few more words when the doorbell rang. "You take care of Kyfayar, I'll open the door," he said to the female bloodsucker.

He turned away from Kyfayar's bedroom. As soon as the magician left, Kyfayar grabbed Quentina and asked mysteriously, "Miss Quentina, do you think Lord Augusta really hit me on purpose?"

"Well, I guess. Probably…"

He was about to cry, "Wuwu, he must hate me…"

"Don't be sad!" The female vampire comforted him, "I'll teach you a way to test whether Lord Augusta hates you. Come, move your ears."

On the other side, the moment he opened the door, Augusta thought he was dreaming. So he closed the door, stood there and waited for a moment, until the doorbell rang again, and then he opened the door — the scene was still the same, he didn't seem to be dreaming.

"Why did you close the door? How rude! Today's young people are inferior!"

Augusta squinted at his guests, "Anyone who opens the door and sees a cat standing on the shoulder of a skeleton will close the door in horror."

Mr. Leopold touched his bare skull, "Yeah."

Mowanya's great master squatted on his shoulder, "Meow."

"I didn't expect you two. Please come in." Augusta was in a mixed mood.

"I heard Kyfayar was injured, so I came to visit. On the way I met the great master." Leopold said. Augusta noticed that he was carrying a basket of fruit in his left hand. "A fruit basket is a small gift, not a compliment."

The skeleton had a cake in his right hand. The great master said, "The werewolf in your family is so miserable, I had Antosa bake a cake."

Augusta thought that there should be a logical relationship between the two sentences. But he invited them in anyway. "Do you know each other?"

"We met in the zombie world!" Leopold said excitedly, "The great master knows a lot about zombie culture. Its former master was a necromancer, and he is a distant relative of my family who has been separated by nine generations. What a coincidence!"

…What a close relationship. Augusta led them to Kyfayar's bedroom. The young werewolf did not expect that someone would come to see him. He was so moved that he couldn't even speak properly. He burst into tears and sobbed.

"Wuwuwu, you came to visit me, I… I… I'm so happy…" Kyfayar sniffled.

Like a medieval bard, Mr. Leopold exclaimed, "You are so brave. You stood up to fight against an evil thief, protected your master, and was bravely wounded. It's really an example for the young people of today."

Wait! 'Wounded' was real, but what was with that bit about protecting? Augusta looked in horror at Leopold who had an endless flowing of words to say. Who came forward and fought the evil thief? How did he protect me? Still 'bravely wounded!' It's clearly Herbert's injury! Mr. Leopold, what have you heard?

He was just about to clarify the facts when the unicorn screamed from outside, "Aaaaaaaaaah, don't come here! You evil and degenerate nightmare! Leave me alone! Stay away from me! I'm going to call the police!"

Augusta felt a splitting headache. "It must be Cavaldien…" That guy was a real jerk. "Quentina, you take care of Kyfayar. I'll go downstairs."

He left the two guests and went downstairs. The unicorn's screams were getting louder and louder. Next time, he should give him a dubbing job for a horror film. He was absolutely competent. Maybe he would even win some best movie sound award.

Augusta opened the door. Cavaldien, dressed as usual, stood outside the door in high spirits. Next to him, Prison Fire was holding a bunch of flowers and yawning out of boredom.

"What are you doing here?" Augusta asked impolitely.

"What's with your tone? Don't you entertain old friends when they come to visit?"

"I don't remember inviting you."

"If everyone in the world has to wait for someone else's invitation to come, then we won't have to go out!"

Augusta moved to the door but Cavaldien rushed into the room first. "We are here to see the patient. I heard that your werewolf servant was wounded bravely in order to protect you from a thief, so I came here to express my sympathy —Prison Fire?"

The black dragon shoved the bouquet into Augusta's face, "Take it! I don't understand why you humans like the reproductive organs of plants. Will you send human reproductive organs as gifts?"

Not only will they send, but they also will regard them as a form of worship to gods! Augusta thought dully.

"Do you actually have such sympathy?" He snatched the bouquet, "And you brought this gaudy thing! I don't have a vase in my house."

"I've guessed that, my friend." Cavaldien reached behind him, and out of nowhere, he produced a vase. "So I brought this. No one in the world knows you better than I do, right?" He took the bouquet from Augusta, put it in the vase, and handed it to his friend with the bouquet in it.

Augusta stared at him coldly. Outside, the unicorn was like a roaring car racing around the house. "Aaaaah, help! Go away, evil nightmare! You are not allowed into my stable! Stay away from me! Watch out for my corner! Aaaaah!"

There was a lot of screaming. Behind it, the nightmare walked slowly through the grass, and became interested in a wild flower, as if to try to eat. Cavaldien's face was calm and he slammed the door to shut off the noise from the unicorn.

"You don't look like you're going to entertain me, so—" Augusta thought he was going to say, 'so I'm off', but Cavaldien had the cheek to go through the porch and enter the living room, "so I'll take care of myself." Prison Fire followed behind him. Augusta had to hold the vase to keep up with them.

"I didn't expect Herbert Gunther to be a thief. No, I should say I didn't think there was actually a thief. I just thought you were nervous and paranoid." Cavaldien said cheerfully, "But now that he's been brought to justice, everyone is happy. Herbert was found guilty of trying to steal your research notes in your house. However, the notes must be used as evidence in court and cannot be returned to you for the time being. You can't take it back until Herbert's trial is over."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I remember everything in it anyway."

"By the way, Lilianna found out about it and ran to the detention center and made a big scene. Herbert Gunther had the courage to use Lilliana. Tsk. You didn't see that scene. It was really…" He shook his head sympathetically

Prison Fire also shook his head, "Extremely miserable."

It seems that Lilianna really 'educated' Herbert.

Cavaldien and the black dragon went upstairs. Augusta was curious how they knew which room belonged to Kyfayar. But Cavaldien had his way. "Kyfayar! Where are you?"

"No!" A scream came from behind a door, followed by a murmur, "That's Lord Cavaldien! God, he's here! Shall I pretend to faint? It's terrible, Miss Quentina."

Cavaldien pushed open the door that made a creaking sound and walked in.

Kyfayar covered his head with a quilt and curled up as a ball. The whole quilt and even the bed was trembling. Quentina and Leopold immediately stepped back to the wall, moving as fast as a movie that had been accelerated. The great master jumped directly up to the cupboard and glared down.

"Hello, Kyfayar, long time no see. It seems that your work is going well. It was a correct decision to introduce you to Augusta. Yeah? Why are you shaking? Is it because of the neurological sequelae of concussion?"

Cavaldien pulled open the quilt. Kyfayar hugged his head and yelled, "Ahh! Help! Lord Cavaldien is here!"

"You sound like a tornado!" Cavaldien said. Then he noticed Kyfayar's wolf ears and hairy tail. "Wow, that's a bit interesting! Augusta, I didn't expect your interest to be so special! But it looks a little good!" He grabbed Kyfayar's ear. "It's real ears, not fake! How did you do it?"

"…It was an experimental accident." Augusta said drily, "There was probably something wrong with the formulation of the potion. I don't know how it happened."

"No wonder Herbert stole your research notes. It's a promising invention! Gee, I can't believe that Herbert likes this…"

"Nonsense! It's not like that! And what does 'gee' mean? I didn't make Kyfayar like this just because I liked it! —Stop pulling his ears!" Augusta grabbed Cavaldien's hand.

Prison Fire looked at his lover with fear, "You… You like this? Then I can also change to have the ears and tail of a dragon…"

"No, it's disgusting." Cavaldien decisively refused.

"Why? Don't you like the ears and tails of animals?"

"Humans like hairy things. Do you have fur on your tail?"

"Fur is not strong at all. It's not like my scales. It combines beauty and defense…"

The door slammed open. The unicorn rushed in, "Augusta! Augusta! Get rid of that nightmare! Ah, the shameless dark creature dares to eat the grass on our lawn! Pooh!" He looked back and hid behind Augusta. "Oh my God! It's in the house! It's coming up the stairs! It's coming this way! Ah, ah, ah, stop it! It will pollute our house! Ahhh!"

Although this house was already too full, it was better than being touched by the nightmare. The unicorn was nauseous. Augusta was worried that he would throw up on the floor.

There was a clattering of horse hooves, and the nightmare came in from the door.

"Cavaldien, that unicorn won't let me eat their grass."

"Then have some oats, my dear."

The nightmare was speechless.

Augusta held his forehead, hand slid across his cheek, and finally held his cheek in one hand. Why did this happen? This small bedroom was packed with nine creatures, the vast majority of which were not human beings: a bedridden werewolf, a maternal vampire, an intelligent dragon, a moving skeleton, a talking cat, a unicorn on the verge of madness and a nightmare driving the unicorn mad. Among the remaining two cherished human beings, Cavaldien was hardly fit to be called a human being, so Augusta was the only human being in the strict sense.

Why was that? This was his home, master Augusta Hollich. It was not a magical creature farm. Why were there so many strange creatures?!

This group of creatures completely ignored the existence of the homeowner. They quarreled with each other. They didn't come to visit the sick, but they came to have a picnic. No, they began to share cake and fruit! When the cake and fruit got into the people's stomachs, they got up and left the house one by one. Augusta managed to send them away and put the unicorn in the stable, hoping that they would never come again.

Quentina finally packed up the bedroom after the party and left. Augusta moved the vase (and flowers) from Cavaldien to Kyfayar's bedside as the only remaining 'visiting gift'.

Kyfayar was lying upright in bed. Augusta thought he was tired. After all, he had been harassed by those guys for a long time. Even healthy people couldn't stand their tossing. The magician ran his fingers through Kyfayar's hair and touched the young werewolf's forehead, "Are you okay? Do you feel bad?"

Kyfayar's wolf ears fluttered up and down, "Yes, a little…"

"It's Cavaldien! If only he didn't come!"

Kyfayar looked at him expectantly. "My Lord?"

"Hmm?"

"If you kiss me, I won't feel bad."

Augusta's face turned red. "Don't take an inch!"

But he bent down and pecked Kyfayar's lips anyway.

"Satisfied?" He asked angrily.

Kyfayar licked his lips and wrapped his arms around Augusta's neck with lightning speed. The magician lost his balance and fell into the arms of the werewolf youth.

"My Lord," Kyfayar rubbed his cheek against Augusta, "if you do something else with me, I promise I'll get well in no time."

"If you rub my cheek again, you and I will do something else right away."

Augusta felt like a nuclear bomb had exploded in his head! "You, you, you, what did you say?" He struggled to get up, but Kyfayar's arms locked around him. "What a joke! Are you out of your mind?"

"I'm not!"

"Then why are you talking nonsense?"

Kyfayar immediately felt aggrieved. "We're lovers, can't we do something deeper than kissing?"

"You! I…" Augusta was speechless. Why didn't he think of it? No, it's not that he didn't want to be laughed at every day as a 'pure man riding a unicorn'. It's just that this progress was quite unexpected. Where did Kyfayar learn to be so cheeky? Who taught him?

Seeing his silence, Kyfayar thought that he was reluctant, so following Cavaldien's instruction of 'if he doesn't agree, kiss him until he agrees', the werewolf youth kissed Augusta's lips and deepened the kiss under the magician's frightened eyes. He pressed Augusta's back with his hand and slid it slowly to his waist, stroking him over his clothes.

Augusta shivered all over, trying to break free, but he had not a trace of strength. He tried to cast a spell, but could not remember a single spell. He had difficulty breathing, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and his heart was beating faster and faster, to the point he felt like he might faint. No one had ever done anything so intimate to him. He had a little expectation, but also a sense of uneasiness that his privacy had been violated.

Kyfayar's body was close to him, and he could feel Kyfayar's lower body hard against his legs. He was awkwardly embarrassed, but even more embarrassing, he was hard himself. He wriggled and tried to escape, but Kyfayar's hands that were clasped around his waist were so powerful that he had nowhere to go.

He grew so soft from the deep kiss that he lost all the resistance he had left. Kyfayar rolled over and held him down. The young werewolf was not weak at all.

"Lord Augusta, I will not hurt you." Kyfayar said softly, "I know if I don't do well, there won't be another time…" He sucked in a raspy breath, "If you don't want to…"

"If you want to do it, don't talk so much nonsense!" Augusta turned his head away from Kyfayar, not letting him see his face — which was red all the way to his ears.

"Do you agree?" Kyfayar was happy and his tail wagged like a high-power electric fan.

Augusta closed his eyes bravely.

Kyfayar took his earlobe in his mouth and bit him gently. Augusta shrunk his shoulders. With Kyfayar kissing and gnawing all the way down, Augusta felt his clothes being untied one by one, and his bare chest was exposed to the air.

The front of his chest was held and teased repeatedly, with teeth and tongue. A groan escaped from Augusta's throat, and he quickly bit his finger. He never knew that the stimulation of his nipples would be so comfortable, a little prickly, but very pleasurable.

Kyfayar took turns taking care of the nubs on both sides until they were red and swollen. A little breath against the peaks made Augusta tremble. The magician arched his knees and rubbed against Kyfayar's body. He was at full mast and the liquid oozing from the top moistened the hem of his robe and needed to be liberated.

Over the years, the pursuit of knowledge seemed to have consumed his physical desire, which made him rarely need it. Now, under Kyfayar's continuous attack, he seemed to be back in his passionate youth, secretly relieving his desire at night.

The last piece of clothing was removed by Kyfayar, and there was nothing more to hide his erect penis. Kyfayar held it, almost respectfully holding the tip. Augusta sucked in a cold breath and writhed like a living fish.

"Kyfayar… Wait."

As soon as he heard that, Kyfayar put his penis in his mouth. The warm, soft mouth enveloped his erection, and Augusta almost screamed. How could it be so comfortable? Kyfayar's tongue deftly covered his penis, every inch of it. How can anyone stand this kind of service? Augusta's body was tense. In a trance, his body didn't seem to belong to him. He bit his finger and, with a whimper in his throat, reached an orgasm.

He opened his wet eyes. His vision was blurry, and it took him a while to focus on Kyfayar. The werewolf youth was naked. Although Augusta had seen him naked many times, he never felt that his body was so sexy.

Kyfayar had white liquid on his lips. He rolled his tongue, swallowed it, and smacked his mouth. Augusta's brain 'hummed' and he almost fainted on the spot.

"Why did you — Did you swallow it?" He had a hoarse voice.

Kyfayar rubbed his lips with his thumb. "I wanted to taste your semen."

"Enough!"

"Not enough, Lord Augusta!" Kyfayar took Augusta's hand and put it on his high spirited member. "I-I haven't…"

"…What do you want?"

Kyfayar scratched his head sheepishly, "Miss Quentina sent me a bottle of essential oil. I'll look for it…"

He jumped out of bed, opened the cupboard, rummaged for a long time, and finally found a small bottle containing unknown light pink liquid. He blushed and looked at Augusta. "I'll be very careful. I won't hurt you." He wagged his tail timidly and asked Augusta for advice.

Augusta didn't have much sexual experience, but he was not an idiot. Of course, he knew what Kyfayar meant. Well, he knew that sooner or later he would get there. He turned over, buried himself in the soft pillow and bed and whispered, "Come on."

Kyfayar pounced over, kissing Augusta's naked back like a shower of raindrops, all the way to the waist, then to the hips. His buttocks were pushed apart, and Augusta was glad that he was lying on his stomach, otherwise he would have fainted from feeling very shy.

Kyfayar opened the bottle, poured some essential oil into his palm and heated the liquid to his own temperature so that Augusta wouldn't find it cold. When the essential oil became almost the same temperature as the human body, he applied the essential oil between the magician's buttocks. Dexterous fingers massaged the closed mouth, but were not in a hurry to enter.

Under his pushing and kneading, the mouth slightly opened, and the essential oil flowed into the cave along the narrow and mysterious gap, infiltrating the tight walls of flesh.

Kyfayar poured nearly half the bottle of essential oil before carefully inserting a finger into Augusta's body. The magician groaned, but did not order him to stop, so Kyfayar ventured to stretch his fingers and expand the narrow corridor. When he touched the sensitive spot, Augusta trembled. Kyfayar massaged it and stirred his fingers.

What kind of aphrodisiac effect did Quentina send you?

The cave, which was still tight, soon softened, and the mouth of the cave was wet and open. Kyfayar sent two more fingers into it. The essential oil was squeezed out of the hole by the creeping fingers, but the passage became wetter because the intestinal wall began to secrete a large amount of lewd fluid, which infiltrated the whole cave, making it wet and soft.

Kyfayar pulled out his fingers since he had endured to the limit. He held his exploding penis (well lubricated, and covered with essential oil to be on the safe side), and struck straight into Augusta's cave, with barely much resistance.

Augusta screamed, and his back hole was suddenly filled with a thick object. The first feeling was that it was uncomfortable. His walls were stretched to the limit, and even the deepest part was forced to be penetrated. However, it was followed by the pleasure of satiety, and soon did not feel uncomfortable. When his body was filled, it seemed that some emptiness in his soul was also filled.

Kyfayar held his waist, pulled out his penis, and inserted it right to the base. Augusta screamed uncontrollably, groaning high and low with Kyfayar's movements. Kyfayar worked fast and deeply. His penis was pounding into the hole, but Augusta didn't feel pain. The savage impact made him happy.

The essential oil was mixed with lewd liquid and made squelching sounds. Augusta could no longer be reserved. He undualted his body with Kyfayar's movements, so that Kyfayar could go deeper, and every place in the cave was occupied.

Kyfayar's energy was unexpectedly exuberant. Whether it was the werewolf's physical strength or the essential oil, Kyfayar's hearty sex lasted more than an hour. Augusta's voice changed from shrieking groans to hoarse sobs, and finally to heavy moans.

If Kyfayar's arms were not firmly placed around his waist, he would have collapsed. Kyfayar finally pushed in and released deep into his body.

Augusta couldn't even speak. He was not conscious. He had no idea what happened after he was ejaculated into. When he recovered, he was already lying on the big bed in his bedroom, cleaned, dressed in comfortable pajamas and resting on Kyfayar's arm. In fact, it was Kyfayar's kiss that awakened him.

Augusta looked vaguely at his werewolf boyfriend. "Kyfayar…? How did I…"

"You passed out." Kyfayar said sheepishly, "I gave you a bath and changed your clothes."

"I don't remember…"

"How are you feeling? There… Does it hurt?"

Augusta touched his ass. The feeling of being forced dry was still in his body, and the hole was still slightly open. But he didn't feel the pain. Not only was it not painful, on the contrary, he felt great. He had never been better.

He was very tired, but very relaxed, like swimming in a deep river for a lifetime, and finally reaching the riverbank. From now on, he didn't have to worry about sinking to the bottom of the river if he wasn't paying attention.

He moved into a more comfortable position in Kyfayar's arms. "I feel good."

"Me too, my lord." Kyfayar said, "I want to say, I… I love you. You are the best person I have ever met. A good man like you is worth someone better than me…" With that, he choked, "Will you not want me one day?"

"I don't want someone better." Augusta said wearily, "I just want you."

"…Really?"

"Mn, I'm just worried about…" He blinked sleepily. "I don't want to see the sun tomorrow at all, because that means I have to explain it to the unicorn. Oh, my God, it's not going to let me ride it…"

Kyfayar sniffled and laughed, "You can buy a car."

"Then you explain it to the unicorn."

"…Mn, I don't want to see the sun tomorrow."

Outside, the unicorn poked its head out of the stable and sneezed.

"It's strange why, since just now, there has been a stream of dark and evil spirits pouring out of the house? What a mystery." The unicorn shook his head. "Well, I knew it wasn't a good place. I'll run away from home sooner or later."

Then he sneezed again.

THE END

As soon as the black dragon entered his house, he sensed a dangerous and strange smell.

Someone broke into my house! The black dragon's brain was full of alarm bells. He must be an innocent thief. Otherwise, how would one even dare to break into a dragon's nest! He must teach the thief a lesson and let him know the consequences of upsetting the dragon.

Unfortunately, the times have changed, and he could not arbitrarily put human beings to death. If this had happened in the past, he would have let the thief experience terror that he wouldn't forget all his life, and then swallowed him up!

The black dragon sniffed the air and soon found the location of the intruder — the wine cellar. The thief was not in the treasure house full of gold and silver jewelry, but in the wine cellar? Was he interested in his wine? It was very elegant. Pooh, Pooh, Pooh! Even if he was an elegant thief, he was undoubtedly still a thief. Prison Fire would never let him go!

He used magic to hide his body and footsteps, and went straight to the wine cellar. As soon as the door was pushed open, the strong stench of wine escaped. Oh! The thief not only stole his wine, but also drank it on the spot! Prison Fire burned with anger. Black scales appeared on his neck, and he was so angry that he almost changed back to his original shape! He resisted the anger in his chest, walked into the wine cabinet, and finally found the thief.

The thief lay on his side, holding a bottle of wine older than his great-grandfather in his arms, like a child holding his beloved teddy bear. There were three or four empty wine bottles lying beside him, and some wine was even spilled on the floor. It seemed that he had drunk a lot and was dreaming!

"Get up, little thief!" Prison Fire angrily yelled, "Kneel down to beg for mercy, and I may spare you!"

Hearing the sound, the thief's eyelids moved. He turned over, while still holding the bottle, smacked his lips, and went to sleep again.

Prison Fire was so angry that he couldn't help but want to spray fire on the spot and burn the thief to ashes! If it wasn't for the fact that the cellar would also get burned, he would have done it! He removed the invisibility magic, grabbed the thief's collar and lifted him up. The bottle of wine in his arms fell to the ground with a bang. Fortunately, it didn't break.

According to the age of human beings, the thief was very young. He was in his early twenties. He was very handsome (in terms of human aesthetics). He had golden hair and it glittered like gold in the light. Prison Fire liked gold, and he was a bit stunned. But he soon woke up and shook the thief with force, "Wake up! Or I'll throw you down from the top floor!"

The thief frowned and struggled with the sleeping God. It took him a while to open his eyes. He looked at Prison Fire blankly, and his eyes took a long time to focus. His eyes were sea blue, like bright sapphire, and emerald at some angles. It was not right to compare those precious gems to the eyes of a thief, but he couldn't figure out how to describe the other's eyes properly. After all, they looked so good.

"You are… It is…" The thief said slowly, "Are you a dragon?"

"Nonsense! You don't know me, the master of this place, the great black dragon Prison Fire?" The black dragon roared.

"I recognize you." The thief said slowly, "Please let me go. You've got me out of breath."

"You broke into my house and you're asking me to let you go? Ha, you think I'm stupid?"

Instead of answering, the thief made a gesture. The black dragon immediately noticed that a magic force gathered around the thief. The thief touched his hand, and in a flash, an electric current hit his hand. The black dragon gave a painful cry and subconsciously released him.

"Do you know magic?" Prison Fire swung around the hand hit by the current. He only felt pain, but was not hurt. In other words, he couldn't be hurt by his trivial skills.

The thief sat down on the ground, grabbed the bottle of wine, popped the top of the bottle, and the stopper jumped out. He took a sip from the bottle.

"My name is Cavaldien. I'm… a disciple of the great master Tevesey. I heard that the wine cellar of the black dragon Prison Fire is the best in China, so I came to visit him," he said.

This drunkard…Prison Fire did not know whether he was talking nonsense or telling the truth. But at least it was a compliment, and Prison Fire liked to listen to words of praise.

With his hands around him, he looked down at the young man named Cavaldien. "If you really came to visit me, why didn't you come to visit me in a dignified manner? Why did you break in instead?"

"You were out, I… I waited a long time." The young man's thumb rubbed the bottle. "I couldn't wait."

Prison Fire was a little unhappy. He went out to visit his friends only for three months. Where was he? Well, the life-span of humans was so short, maybe three months was really long for them!

"But you shouldn't break in!" Prison Fire exclaimed in a shrill and sharp voice, "Still stealing and drinking my wine!"

"I'm sorry." Cavaldien said vaguely, "I'll pay you the price, no, double it. I am…" He took another gulp of wine. "It's just that I want to drink."

Hearing the word 'double', Prison Fire felt much better. He lost a few bottles of wine, but got several times the compensation. It sounds like he made money! Of course, it would be better than punishing this intruder!

Cavaldien sat back down in the wine cabinet and drank with his head up. Such a large bottle of wine could not stand his drinking method, and soon it was empty. He found that there was no more wine in his mouth, so he set the bottle aside with regret.

After a bottle of wine, he was probably hot, so he untied the front of his clothes and exposed his chest. He looked dejected. His eyes wandered on the wine bottle opposite him, as if he were looking for the next prey. Then he suddenly waved angrily and knocked over the bottles around him.

Prison Fire did not understand why he suddenly lost his temper. Humans are so moody.

Cavaldien bent his legs, held his knees, and buried his head in his arms. After a while, Prison Fire heard the sound of broken sobs. It turned out that he was crying. But he was crying and suddenly he was laughing again. The black dragon couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing. Human temperaments are so unpredictable!

"I often hear people say that as long as you are drunk, you will have no worries…" Cavaldien giggled, but his voice was crying, "but why am I still so miserable? Is it because I have too much alcohol to drink?"

Looking at his crazy, stupid and unclear appearance, Prison Fire suddenly felt a little sympathy for him. Alas, human beings are so fragile. He sat down beside the young man and asked, "Why are you sad? Are your relatives dead?"

Cavaldien looked up at him from his arms as if he were smiling. "No, they're not."

"What are you crying about?"

The corner of the young man's mouth bent down and he looked like he was going to cry again. "I lost a good friend." He paused. "My best friend."

"Oh, so your friend is dead." Prison Fire nodded, "I know that you human beings will comfort others like this — 'mourning and changing'."

Cavaldien chuckled, as if he thought Prison Fire's words were very interesting. "He's not dead," said the young man, and then he dropped his gaze sadly. He was happy for a while and then sad the next moment, and Prison Fire was almost driven crazy by him!

"What happened to him?"

"He… is very angry with me, he vowed never to see me again. He's still alive, but I've lost him forever. It's worse than death."

"Why is he angry with you?"

Cavaldien stared at the bottle lying on the ground. "I betrayed him. I used his good intentions to achieve my own goals, and deliberately attacked his weaknesses. I made him lose everything he wanted, because that was what I wanted."

"That is to say, you argued with him for the same thing, but you managed to squeeze him out from getting it?"

"Mn, you can say that."

"Was it something necessary to get?"

Cavaldien stared at the bottle, "I think so. I have to get it. "

Prison Fire reached out and slapped him on the back. Cavaldien coughed violently.

"In that case, whatever you did is worth it! If you don't have friends, you can make them again!"

Cavaldien bowed his head dejectedly, "But he is very important to me…"

Human beings are greedy. Prison Fire thought. Wanting this, wanting that, but in most cases, being unable to have both. Human beings! How pitiful!

"Then why don't you go and apologize to him?" Prison Fire asked, "I heard that you humans are good at forgiveness. Why don't you ask him to forgive you?"

"I have no face to see him, and I don't want to bow to him. At least… Not right now."

"After a while? Oh, it seems that the same is true of our dragon people. I quarrel with other dragons and often don't see them for decades, but one day, everything will be better."

Cavaldien wryly, "You dragon people can wait, but we humans can't. The life span of human beings is too short. If two people are angry with each other all the time, they will soon be old and will die, and there will never be any chance to recover."

"You humans are so strange! You want to apologize to him but you don't want to apologize to him. What do you want?"

"Human beings are like this, always so contradictory. If we were not so contradictory, we would not be sad." With a bitter face, Cavaldien hobbled to the opposite wine cabinet, trying to take out another bottle of liquor. But he walked unsteadily and with a 'thud', he fell face down on the ground, unmoving.

Is he going to die? Prison Fire stood up in fear and cautiously poked Cavaldien with his foot. There was no reaction. He knelt down beside the young man and felt his pulse. Fortunately, he didn't die, just fainted. Human beings are so bad at drinking that they get drunk.

"Ah, wake up! You can't stay in my house! Wake up, pay me for the wine, and get out of here!" Prison Fire shook the young man's body. Cavaldien still didn't respond.

How could this happen? Prison Fire was very depressed. He had heard that many drunk human beings do not die of drunkenness, but are choked to death by their vomit after getting drunk. Cavaldien wouldn't be like this, will he?! He quickly turned the young man over, holding up his neck with his left hand, parting his teeth with his right hand, and putting his fingers into his mouth.

"It's not blocked…" Prison Fire groped inside Cavaldien's mouth and talked to himself. Cavaldien whimpered, but didn't wake up.

For the first time in his life, Prison Fire put his fingers into the mouth of a human being. Before, he cooked fingers and ate them. The human tongue was soft, wet and slippery. He tried to press it twice, and Cavaldien took a breath and woke up.

Cavaldien's face was incredible once he woke up. He pushed aside Prison Fire and stood up. His injured right leg suddenly softened. He fell over. Prison Fire quickly held his body.

"You have an old injury? Then don't move. I'll take you to rest."

Cavaldien distanced himself from him, "I didn't expect this to happen. It was so unexpected. I have to go. I have a lot of work to do and unfinished research…" He shook his head as if to throw Prison Fire out of his mind.

The black dragon felt a little disappointed. He didn't want Cavaldien to leave like this. He wanted the young magician to stay a little longer, and he wanted to study more about this human, and explore his body more.

"Won't you stay a little longer?" Prison Fire tried to keep him.

Cavaldien blinked in surprise. "Do you want me to stay?"

"Can't you?"

Cavaldien picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them on. "I really… I have to go. " He hesitated for a moment and turned to the black dragon, "but I still have time. Can I call on you again?"

"Of course." Prison Fire helped him button up his coat. "You can come whenever you want."

"No one ever said that to me," Cavaldien whispered, shaking his mouth, bending up and laughing. "The dragon people are so interesting."

"So are human beings." Prison Fire thought, I also want to know more about you.

"You have to be prepared. If you get entangled with me, it will not be easy to get rid of me. Don't regret it in the future."

"Regret? I don't have such a word in my dictionary."

Many years later, Prison Fire sat in Lord Augusta's house, talking about the evening when Cavaldien was drunk in his wine cellar, and recalled what he had said.

"Why did I say that? Why would I sleep with him? That's strange! It happened naturally! He must have used a trick on me!"

The great mage Augusta sat opposite him, sipping a cup of coffee, and idly browsing through an academic journal on magic research. "You came all the way here to tell me that? Cavaldien's weakness lies in his chest? It's very sensitive there. Once touched, you'll be moved beyond control?" He sneered, "This is useless!"

"I promised to tell you about Cavaldien's weaknesses…" Prison Fire was in a cold sweat. "It's over. I'll be trapped by that human for decades until he dies."

"In any case, it's only a few decades. It's just a matter of time."

"No! I can't waste my time! Strange, what happened to me?! It must have been Cavaldien who did it!"

Augusta flipped a page of the magazine, "Next time you come, let me know in advance so that I'll invite a Gypsy Witch who divines love."

"This is not the trouble of love!"

"Ha." He smiled. "Really. "

Prison Fire felt chagrined and pulled at his hair. He should learn from Cavaldien and drink in the wine cellar to forget his troubles. But he couldn't get drunk, and Cavaldien had forbidden him to drink too much, saying that drinking too much was bad for his health. How thoughtful of him — incorrect! Why does he think Cavaldien had become cute again? Why was this so?!

Prison Fire wanted to cry without tears. "Human beings are really hard to understand! Is it enough for me to understand a single human being after decades?"

Augusta squinted at him and sighed, "It's hopeless…"