All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

"...Can you avoid it."

"I don't think it can."

"Are you really **** afraid of being condemned by God?"

"If I take a peek, I might be struck by lightning. Gadrich, who gave you the illusion that I would like to peek at this shriveled body. What I like is the big blonde sister with the F cup."

"...Live in a dream, you dead otaku!!"

I growled. He picked up the pillow on the chair and slammed it at the blond priest across the table. Then he was evaded steadily by his expressionless face as expected.

"The save point can only be opened when my key NPC is there. This is the setting of the'game'."

While talking, the blond priest opened the cookie box I just took out in a natural motion. The fingers with distinct and beautiful knuckles didn't care about the cookie crumbs, and directly squeezed a thick pile of them and threw them into their mouths.

"This is a part of the game." Adam chewed expressionlessly, his magnetic holy voice and his mouthful of biscuit crumbs broke through the sky, "Don't play if you are unhappy."

"..."

I squinted the dead fish eyes slightly and looked at the priest "Kacha Kacha" eating biscuits with a look of disgust. Speechless.

Tell the truth. If it weren't for the boring time guarding the little fat dragon, it would be so boring that my desire for a bath and normal food was infinite. I will not be desperate to open the "save point" in the airship.

Although the little fat dragon said that his strength would not be weak. But it is King Arthur's treasure after all. The noble status and its courageous character, just in case, I still hope someone can guard him.

Then I thought about the candidates.

Arnold Asyrian, these "powerful" players pass at the speed of light, and none of them are useful at the critical moment. And Fiona, who knows a little about dragons, fainted just now (but I don't think she can fight very well).

Only Edwin and Hadremer were the only candidates who wanted to come.

"Indeed. From a standpoint, whether it is necessary or not, it is still necessary to find someone to guard the dragon."

On the airship·Only·Same as me·Common Sense Online·IQ Online·Hadremo nodded and said thoughtfully, "But I have to guard Ace tonight. How about you find Arnold with you." "

"... Arnold can't do it." My expression distorted for an instant, "The psychological shadow that'absolute zero' caused to the little fat dragon is too big. It is now froze when it sees the ice-colored things."

"Haha. It's really pathetic. But there is no way, except for the library full of ice, there is no other place to accommodate its huge body." Hardremo smiled heartily, his tone sounded a little gloating. He tapped the tips of his fingers and made a triangular look. He smiled and said to me, "I can only make it difficult for the little fat dragon to stay in the tent for a while. Hahahahahaha."

I looked at him blankly. The man with the fashionable haircut laughed loudly with his waist in his waist, until Edwin in the door yelled angrily, "Shut up, Hadremer!" He shaved his nose and shut his mouth angrily.

"Little fat dragon...poof. Is that really the name of that dragon?"

Staring at a pair of dead fish eyes, I nodded.

Hadley looked at me blankly. Then he laughed even more arrogantly in the next second, "Hahahaha!! Yinglan's lion king Arthur! Would such a mighty man actually take out such a cute name!!!"

……Well. I didn't believe it when I first started.

I can't remember exactly what year it was. I only remember that in Arthur’s letter that year, “The female dragon in the Dragon Garden gave birth to a small dragon with golden-red scales. It was the color like the hottest flame under the brightest sunlight. It was my favorite. color".

Out of fear of her sister's lewdness. I never dared to neglect Arthur's letter, and I even took out the main content of each of his letters to take notes, in case I would forget it in the old sister's spot check in the future.

ha? Why do you ask my sister know the correct answer?

Let me tell you. After becoming a knight of the round table, a code of the "Round Table Oath" will be issued first. Then there is a "A Brief History of England" which is thicker than the code.

The history of a country often synthesizes the wisdom of a country. The people of Yinglan, the largest country on the mainland, are obviously very "wise." Half of such a thick brief history is about Arthur.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Worthy of being a cult Cowherd idol governing the country. It really has three poisons.

But thanks to my serious attitude, I have the honor to witness the story of this man growing up together.

Arthur was not the only son of Yinglan as the king. But he was the only one surviving of the king's three sons.

Although innate quality is one aspect, what really caused the prince's extremely high mortality rate was actually the problem of the old king's "education".

After all, he likes to throw into the battlefield when his own son is seven or eight years old.

Even if the blood is severed. Yinglan doesn't need a weak king either.

This cruel educational philosophy has continued to this day since a hundred years ago. Like the dragon.

Dragons grow much faster than humans. When the dragon can open his eyes, stand up, and open his wings on his own. Its parents would grab it to a height of 100 meters, and then let go of its paw mercilessly.

If you can rely on instinct to comprehend the ability to fly, and you can continue to wield huge flesh wings on your own, you can live. The opposite is death.

......So the reason why the number of dragons is not hundreds now is inseparable from them.

The little fat dragon is such a "failed" dragon. It was unsuccessfully waving its wings and falling steadily from a high altitude, and it was almost killed by its parents.

In the early days, Yinglan would not interfere with the dragon's behavior.

But Arthur took the dying little fat dragon home.

"Haha... I was scolded severely by my father. If Yuri and Huguogong had not pleaded with me, I would probably be beaten and broken."

Wang's handwriting is always so beautiful and powerful. But the letter from that time was full of traces of cross-out and rewriting.

"But the little skinny dragon still survived. It's not in vain that I was beaten so badly."

I know. Although the old king of Yinglan had such virtues, he still loved his excellent young son very much. This time the fight was so fierce because Arthur violated Yinglan's spirit.

"I don't think. Only the strong in this world have the right to live."

"After all, everyone's strengths are different. It's too early to obliterate an unknown possibility."

"At least the moment I saw it. I saw its powerful figure in the future."

"Sister Helen likes the little skinny dragon very much. They adopted it temporarily. I will pick it up to the palace when I recover."

"Haha. I'll feed it big. After all,'big' is powerful and powerful. What do you think of Gardrie?"

If someone asks me, what is the greatest thing about human society? I will answer "the strong protect the weak" without hesitation.

It's not like the animal world where the fittest survives. The "weak" can also survive in society in their own way, and they can also become "strong" in their own way.

Then protect others in your own way.

I can't remember how I finally responded to that letter. I just remember that I wrote a lot of nonsense as always. It's just no longer the clichés like those gorgeous running accounts. I wrote a lot of my own thoughts in my own clumsy language to comfort him.

Facts have proved that my language proficiency is really scumbag without the formula book. When it was handed over to my sister for inspection, I was awkward.

But fortunately, my sister still sent it out in the end.

I received a reply from Arthur a few days later. Just when I collapsed thinking, "I will write three more sheets in just a few days?!" I was shocked to find that the envelope was extremely thin this time.

There is only a piece of paper inside.

Only very simple words are written on the paper.

"Thank you Liche. I'm really happy."

now think of it. It was also from that time that all the "Gadriches" in the letter became intimate "Liches".

After that, I kept seeing all kinds of news about "Little Skinny Dragon" in Arthur's letters. The scarlet-gold dragon was thrown into a ball when he saw Arthur for the first time, and he refused to come out from behind Sister Helen. In the end, Sister Helen was "forced" to stay in the courtyard of the palace.

Although the courage is small, but the backbone is not small. The little skinny dragon remained spherical for three days without eating or drinking. Then the more spineless Arthur moved the table and bed directly to the courtyard and stayed with it.

A courtyard without a ceiling is always cold. And Arthur just pushed it over. Then one day when I woke up. He found that the little skinny dragon actually fell asleep in a group.

After that, the little skinny dragon was finally willing to eat.

As a dragon, it fears heights. Fortunately, it was as tall as Arthur at that time, not much bigger. Arthur would hold it and dangle it from time to time.

I got good news in the spring of a certain year. The little skinny dragon can finally fly.

After this, the little skinny dragon reached the age of growing body. The body grows day by day at a rate visible to the naked eye. Appetite has also increased. In order to keep up with nutrition, Sister Helen prepared separate food for it every day.

One day is gratifying. The little skinny dragon that has grown into a big one can hump three people and fly.

Eat well and sleep well. Under the protection of Arthur, the little skinny dragon finally turned into a little fat dragon.

And I also drew a terrible conclusion from the "little skinny dragon" and "little fat dragon" that continued to appear in the letters for several years.

Yinglan's great and young lion king. The ability to name is so delicious.

"Hey Adam."

I always think too much in the bath time. I couldn't help but talk to the man outside.

Hadremer, who had originally said that he would accompany me, was called by Edwin to work overtime and was embarrassed to close the door. Just leave me standing outside with no expression on my face.

that's all. The person guarding the little fat dragon became me. Oh. And my strong desire to take a bath.

I adjusted the direction and water pressure of the sprinkler in the archive point. Although bathing with stored edible water is extravagant and cold, at any rate, I kept the bottom line of a civilized person.

The large bed sheet was erected as a shower curtain by me. From outside the shower curtain came Adam's unconcerned hum, accompanied by the click of chewing food.

I asked this **** who would always steal from me, "You said...is this society really the strong to survive?"

"Roar. Are you boring to take a bath? Thinking about this kind of problem." Adam's voice was careless, "Unlike you princess. I have to do my best to survive and I don't even bother to think about this kind of problem."

"Are you paralyzed, isn't there a church that feeds every day beauty, you..."

I vomit. Then I thought of something and stopped speaking.

I don’t know the letter I sent to Arthur at that time, which was full of clumsy comfort.

Do you have. Let that powerful king get some comfort.

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In the forty-five chapter, Arthur said a word to Jiamei.

I believe in your possibilities more than you.

The Helen sisters have also appeared before. They are also members of the Knights of the Round Table. Their family is Yinglan's dragon trainer. Legally, only they can heal the dragon. (But there is really no way to go on it)

Although a bit of a ghost, Arthur is really a virtuous king.