The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Sensing the message that the mission was completed from Loli Ortega, Ron nodded with satisfaction.

How could he let a dragon with unstable factors leave normally.

Even if it is just a "sick dragon" and it is suspected that it has been successfully brainwashed, Ron is still not ready to let go of the amethyst dragon Timira.

Variables in stage plays are the most annoying existence for directors.

"Well - today is a really good day."

Ron stretched out, looked at the warm artificial sunlight, and sighed with some emotion.

"Then what's next"

Ron muttered,

He casually waved a divine light, turning into a huge golden portal in front of him.

After feeling the size of the space opposite, Ron slightly adjusted his body shape.

This is something that must be done before teleportation, otherwise with Ron's current super giant size, it is very likely that the target teleportation building will be directly squeezed or crushed.

Although he has not systematically learned various magic etiquette, Ron, who has obtained the inheritance of Xiani, can say that he knows the details of this kind of magic at his fingertips.

The colorful dragon wings waved gently, and the figure of the iridescent dragon disappeared.

The matter at the Dragon Tavern was almost settled, and he decided to go talk to the lovely moon elf proprietress about her granddaughter.

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Meanwhile, the central district.

Unlike the desert area where there is sunshine 24 hours a day, the central area of ​​the Dragon Tavern is already dark at this time.

The entire space of the Dragon Tavern is shrouded in a huge magic circle, and various environments can be adjusted through the magic circle.

This naturally includes day and night.

In a sturdy three-story wooden house with a villa-style bar structure.

Tyrande stood in the middle of the wooden bar, concentrating on making a glass of ice-blue and translucent wine.

Tina sat opposite Tyrande, pouting and supporting her cheeks with her hands.

She is now wearing a loose platinum robe, her long platinum hair is draped down her shoulders, and her delicate eyebrows are slightly frowned.

Tina stared intently at the circular wear mark on the table that resembled a black Tai Chi diagram, as if she wanted to stare it into someone's face.

Then she quietly looked up for the thirty-second time to check the time on the clock on the wall.

Well, another minute has passed.

The corners of Tina's lips drooped slightly, and her baby-fat face was filled with unhappiness.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Her fingers kept tapping on the wooden table, seeming to express her dissatisfaction.

In response, Tyrande just smiled and said nothing.

There are several candles placed in the corners of the wooden house. The weak candlelight flickers with the flow of air, adding a touch of warmth and mystery to the whole room.

The moonlight shines on the wooden floor through the window, forming a faint strip of light that passes through the entire room and reflects on the wall.

Finally, Tina couldn't bear it anymore.

"Snapped!"

Tina slapped the table angrily, lying on the table and letting out a roar.

"Ahhh! Damn Ron, he doesn't keep his word. Didn't he come to me right away as he promised? How long has it been? Has he been abducted by another dragon?"

She complained to the table.

Tyrande stood quietly in the middle of the wooden bar, mixing wine.

Looking at Tina lying across the table complaining, she couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on her quiet face.

"Are you so anxious to see him?"

The elf landlady asked with a smile.

"I, I didn't want to see him!"

"He's just a bastard who likes to let me go!"

"I, I don't want to see him. I'm just afraid that he will harm other dragons and affect the reputation of Sister Tyrande and the Dragon Tavern."

Tina's face suddenly turned red, and it was obvious that Jin Longniang's denial was not very credible.

Tyrande smiled slightly and did not expose Tina's lie. He just continued to mix the wine.

Tyrande's technique was skillful and elegant, and every movement seemed light and precise.

She has now changed out of her silver armor and is wearing a loose green robe. Her long golden hair is braided into an elegant bun with thin willow branches.

The moonlight shines through the window onto Tyrande's delicate and unassuming side face, reflecting a mysterious light.

She is like a beautiful epiphyllum, mysterious and inadvertently exuding a charming fragrance.

Tyrande said gently while mixing the wine in his hand:

"Don't be impatient, Tina."

"You know, good things always happen unexpectedly."

Tyrande poured various ingredients into the cocktail shaker with skillful techniques and shook it gently. The wine danced in the glass, exuding a charming aroma.

Finally, she gently placed the ice-blue goblet with stars in front of Tina, and said with a smile:

"If you don't mind having a drink before the wonderful things come, I hope you will like this cup of [Midsummer]."

Facing the moon elf's teasing, Tina's redness that had faded a little grew again.

"Well, sister Tyrande, don't talk nonsense. It's not a nice thing to see him. You don't even know how bad he is."

Tyrande looked at Golden Dragon Lady and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

I didn't say that Ron was the good thing that was about to come. This cute little guy was just asking for it.

Tina blushed and took the wine glass, looked at the icy blue and translucent wine carefully, and then took a cautious sip.

"Well!"

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face:

"It's so delicious! Sister Tyrande, you are definitely the number one talented bartender in the Star Realm!"

Tyrande shook his head and smiled, poured himself a glass of light yellow elven wine, and said:

"Just try your best, Tina. It's enough to see you like it."

In this secluded and chic wooden house.

Tina and Tyrande quietly enjoyed the aroma of the wine.

The gentle moonlight shines on the table through the window, as if caressing the hearts of the two.

But this atmosphere was soon broken by a certain rainbow dragon that was suddenly teleported.

As soon as Ron flew out of the portal, he saw Tyrande and Tina with the silver moon shining in front of them.

"It seems I came at the wrong time?"

He raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully.

"Big Selong, are you back?!"

Tina's face froze, and she looked at the familiar figure opposite with some confusion.

Due to the size of the room, Ron came in at about the size of a normal adult, just half a head taller than Tina.

"No, you came just in time."

Tyrande was the first to react, smiling and pushing the red crystal wine that had been prepared beside him.

"Try it. I prepared it specially for you. It should taste quite good."

Ron folded his dragon wings, sat down next to Tina, took the wine glass and said with a smile:

"Hey, you are leading a five-and-a-half-year-old baby dragon into evil. I remember your elves don't allow underage elves to drink, right?"

Tyrande shook his head and glanced at Ron meaningfully:

"The age of the soul is much more important than the body."

"Tsk."

Ron curled his lips and said no more.

He raised the wine glass, shook it gently, and carefully looked at the pure wine in his hand, which was as pure as liquid red crystal.

His eyes revealed his admiration and anticipation for the wine.

Dragons are born with the gift of appreciating any object or creature.

If it weren't for their character and strength, the appraisal experts in the human world would have collectively lost their jobs long ago.

At this time, Tina finally reacted from her petrified state.

She shouted angrily: "Damn big color dragon! Are you ignoring me! Ahhh, I will bite you to death!"

She opened her teeth and claws and pounced on Ron's back, her mouth wide open as if she wanted to gnaw on the dragon.

Ron smiled slightly and allowed Tina to vent her dissatisfaction by messing around behind her.

His hand held the wine glass steadily, not shaking at all due to Tina's movements.

Under Tyrande's gaze, the crimson wine slowly flowed from the dragon's kiss to the dragon's stomach.

After drinking a glass of wine, Ron's eyes suddenly lit up.

He had no interest in wine at first, and always felt that it had no other effect except to sore his throat.

However, the wine prepared by Tyrande completely lacked the pungent taste.

The soft and honest wine flows down the throat like a warm current without any strange feeling, leaving only the mellow aroma and aftertaste produced by the fermentation of oak and various fruits.

"Excellent!"

Ron felt the coolness and comfort on his tongue, his taste buds were touched by the wine, and he felt the complex layers contained in the wine.

After recalling what he had just experienced, Ron's originally casual eyes began to brighten.

Ron began to truly realize what Tina had said before, why Tyrande could attract so many real dragons with his unique talent in making wine.

This glass of wine actually immersed his taste and emotions in a unique state, as if he was savoring a peaceful and beautiful time.

Amazing skills!

"The bards in the star realm all say that the elves are good at brewing wine, and they are indeed well-deserved."

“Both the people and the wine are of the highest quality!”

Ron unabashedly admired Tyrande's bartending skills.

"You're exaggerating. It's just some ordinary drinks."

The elf landlady said modestly.

But the slightly raised angle of her mouth shows that women, whether they are ten years old or hundreds of years old, still like to hear praise from others.

Ron smacked his lips and said with some unfinished meaning:

"How about another drink?"

He actually experienced a certain state of mind after drinking a glass of wine. This was the first time for him to experience this novel experience.

Compared with the fine wines of the elves, what kind of swill did they drink during social gatherings in the previous life!

Tyrande said slightly embarrassed: "Normally, I only mix one glass of wine for one customer every day."

"Really, that's a pity"

Ron smiled, but he didn't force it.

Although the food is delicious, it is only used to satisfy the desire of the mouth and tongue, and not to embarrass the other party.

But before he could finish speaking, Tyrande continued:

"It's just your Majesty Ron's words. I'm willing to make an exception for you."

After saying that, she winked at Ron.

Ron looked at Tyrande's flattery and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had tasted something.

"My pleasure."

Ron gently raised the empty glass and handed it to the dinner plate that Tyrande had placed.

Then he patted Tina who was lying on the back and chewing on the colorful mini version of dragon wings.

"Okay, have you eaten enough? Why are you acting like an abyss puppy now?"

"Woooooo!" (You bastard, you are the three-headed dog!)

Tina bit the dragon wing on Ron's back and said something incoherently.

Not to mention that arrogant one.

Seeing that she still didn't let go, Ron had no choice but to pinch the clothes around Jin Longniang's neck and lift her to the seat next to her.

Tina, who was lifted onto the stool like a kitten, was too embarrassed to pounce on her again.

"Hmph╭(╯^╰)╮!"

She shook her head, crossed her arms, and looked like I won't talk to you unless you coax her.

"Why are you acting like a child?"

Ron shook his head and took the wine from Tyrande at the bar.

It’s still a ruddy crystal-like liquid, it’s still

The same taste, but a different artistic conception at this moment.

While Ron was tasting the fragrance of the elven wine, he thought to himself:

"The interval between the two times was less than 1 minute. If she were to mix drinks now, she would definitely not be so fast. It seems that she had already thought about what she was going to say."

Regarding Tyrande's hint, Ron didn't say much, but moved the glass of wine that he had taken a small sip to in front of Tina.

"Would you like some? It's delicious."

"Hmph! I don't want to drink the rest of your food!"

That's what Tina wanted to say, but the aroma of that glass of wine, which she had never drunk before, was too tempting.

And Ron's expression didn't look teasing.

"I'll just take a small sip and taste it. It should be fine, right?"

Tina thought so, and her raised head couldn't help but gradually tilted towards Ron.

"Gudu——"

Ron suddenly took back his wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Then, he smashed his mouth, looked at the dumbfounded Tina, and said with a smile:

"Still so gullible, idiot Tina."

"Ahhhhh!"

The golden dragon girl who was teased ran away violently.

Tyrande looked at Ron who was fooling around with Tina.

There was a hint of understanding in her bright eyes.

The elf landlady knew that Ron had seen her intentions in making the wine, and she also understood that Ron already knew Tina's thoughts.

She smiled softly, without any explanation, and just stared at Ron quietly.

During the "hard resistance" to the Golden Dragon Girl's bite and claw attacks.

Ron suddenly looked back at Tyrande and asked inexplicably:

"Does that drink have a name?"

The moon elf was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.

She smiled sweetly and gently tucked a strand of long golden hair hanging from her forehead behind her ear.

"Its name is [Wanqing]."

"Yeah, it sounds pretty good."

Ron carefully restrained the dragon's tail from wanting to move, to prevent Tina from having her front teeth knocked off while she was biting on it.

Then, he turned his head and reached out to fumble for something in the pocket space.

"I accidentally picked up this thing. I thought you might need it very much."

Soon, he threw an old-looking but very delicate diary onto the bar.

To this.

Tyrande smiled slightly and didn't pay too much attention.

She does have plans to change her boss, but Ron is just one of her favorite targets.

After all, she mainly depends on the other party's influence in Karen, which is the key to finding her granddaughter.

It's a bit unreasonable to ask a moon elf to work for an ordinary diary.

Tyrande thought so and looked down at the wooden handmade diary.

When Tyrande saw the complete diary, her mind suddenly went blank.

There were only seven words written on it in elven script.

"Karan's Travel Diary" (End of Chapter)