The small gnome hell knight held the plump cat in his arms, his tiny fingers grasping the cat’s small neck.
The orange dragon’s eyes were teary, letting out a cry toward its owner: “Meow~”
“Orange dragon who grabs four to death in one go,” Aurina said. “So you’re here.”
The gnome hell knight emphasized: “I’ll strangle it.”
“There are many dragon descendants as powerful as it,” Aurina said curiously, looking around. “Where’s the food? Why haven’t you offered tribute yet? The little girl is hungry and wants to eat.”
Richard clearly saw the gnome hell knight’s eye twitch.
Based on his understanding of Aurina during this time, she probably didn’t grasp the logical connection at all.
The orange dragon lifted its head, its cat eyes teary as it looked at the gnome hell knight: “Meow.”
But he remained unmoved and looked directly at Richard: “If your dragon doesn’t understand…”
“Alright, Knight Captain,” Frostsilver said, still exquisite and expensive, still in silver white.
She lowered her eyes, using utensils to dig out the tenderest and most fragrant part of the grilled fish. “She’s right; the cat is indeed a dragon descendant, and a descendant of the Dread Dragon at that.”
Richard was shocked: “What?”
For a moment, he began to suspect if this was another of Frostsilver’s schemes.
How could a cat be a dragon descendant? Even if it were, how could it be the offspring of that evil dragon, the Dread Dragon?
The orange dragon, surviving from the gnome hell knight’s hands, ran quickly to Aurina’s side, rubbing its head against her little leg, happily meowing.
Yes, that’s right.
How could such a cute and beneficial animal to humans be that dragon’s descendant?
Frostsilver dug out the tender meat under the fish’s eye, tasted it, then cut a piece half a finger long and one finger thick from the fish belly.
The fish meat there was fatty; she dipped it in sauce and ate it all.
Then she signaled the maid behind her to remove it.
This dish was finished.
Only then did Frostsilver slowly speak: “That’s correct. I even checked the records before. If you don’t believe me, my family has a dragon blood detection artifact passed down for two thousand years. It’s said to be made by my ancestor, naturally a professional proficient in dragon studies, using the remains of a gold dragon mother with the strongest family values—”
Aurina, like a red whirlwind, flew to Frostsilver’s table, pointing at the grilled fish she had just finished—though saying finished, it was almost uneaten.
She unabashedly showed her desire, without any shame of eating someone else’s leftovers.
She said: “Can I eat it?”
Frostsilver said: “Go ahead.”
Frostsilver’s words were like a command; the maid behind her immediately bent to pick up the grilled fish.
But the dragon was faster; Aurina directly grabbed the grilled fish plate and poured it into her mouth.
Not many could see clearly how her small mouth swallowed an entire plate of grilled fish, but she did.
The clean Eastern porcelain plate spun on the table; the maid was stunned for several seconds before reacting and reaching out to grab the plate, preventing it from falling and shattering, which would cause a loss she’d have to work ten years to compensate.
“Was it good? If you still want to eat leftovers…” Frostsilver hadn’t finished speaking.
Aurina directly turned and walked away, running to Richard to sit on his head.
Richard bargained with her, asking if in this public occasion, she could not do that.
But Aurina absolutely refused.
A bit like her brother; her brother was also the type who could eat others’ leftovers without changing expression.
No, he could even eat mother’s vomit, completely unaware and uncaring of the meanings behind “leftovers” and “vomit”.
But her brother would never run to ask others if he could eat this.
Frostsilver thought, in the end, she’s just a young, bug-tamed dragon.
At this time, a servant brought out the artifact Frostsilver mentioned.
It was ivory-colored, like a bowl, a plain bone bowl.
The kind used by primitives, even with some cracks.
“How about it, dragon-slaying hero? Want to bet on your ignorance?” Frostsilver said: “It can detect dragon descendants and also detect which dragon’s bloodline the descendant inherited.”
Richard said: “I don’t like gambling. Are you going to bleed the cat for testing?”
“Cat fur is enough. Knight Captain, do you have cat fur on you?”
The gnome hell knight bowed slightly: “Just so happens I do.”
“Now we just need the dragon’s hair.”
Richard’s eyes looked up at Aurina sitting on his head.
Her red hair was long, sometimes harassing his forehead.
He said: “Aurina, I want one of your hairs.”
“No,” Aurina said. “When will the food be served?”
“You just finished a whole grilled fish.” As Richard said this, he reached out and grabbed a harassing red hair, pulling it hard.
The two white-stockinged legs riding on his shoulders clamped his helmet hard.
A maid walked over, also holding a silver tray.
Richard placed the red hair on it.
The maid handed it to Frostsilver, who put the cat fur and red hair silk into the bone bowl together.
Richard and Sophia both widened their eyes, looking over.
They saw the two hairs fall into the bone bowl and start burning.
The flame scale was completely disproportionate to the fuel size; in the blink of an eye, it filled the entire bowl.
The flames turned red.
Sophia trembled slightly because in the flames, she had a vision of the Dread Dragon battling the volcanic eruption in the doomsday volcano.
Frostsilver glanced and said: “Burning so fiercely and red—it’s undoubtedly red dragon bloodline. This is also recorded in ancient books.”
A decayed white ancient book lay on a tray, still in a maid’s tray.
Frostsilver asked: “Want to stuff some knowledge into your ignorant head?”
Richard said: “Let me see.”
“On page 34, upper half.”
Richard took the ancient book, Sophia leaned over, and amid this observation, Aurina only contributed a soft white foot.
Flipping to page 34, there were illustrations and detailed text explanations, revealing hidden knowledge.
Richard was shocked: “It really is.”
Frostsilver said: “Family collections on dragon knowledge are not to be shown to outsiders by rule, but I can make a slight exception for you.”
Richard asked: “How many such books are there?”
Frostsilver chuckled lightly: “Enough to fill half a library—a total of 2,372 volumes.”
Sophia sighed: “Frostsilver’s knowledge of books is as if she wrote them herself.”
Richard said: “I want to know, how can I borrow them? I want to learn about dragons to better raise Aurina.”
“Dessert!” Aurina’s eyes looked toward the maid bringing dessert.
“Impossible.” Frostsilver waved her hand, and the maid took the book from Richard’s hand. “An exception won’t become a habit.”
As she said this, she “casually” tossed a few hairs into the bone bowl.
Boom!
The bone bowl burned fiercely, flames almost reaching the ceiling.
Frostsilver looked shocked: “How is this possible?”
Richard asked: “What happened?”
Firelight danced on Frostsilver’s face; the shock on her face disappeared at once, and she said in a monotone: “You won’t believe it if I say it, but Aurina and I are blood-related—must be distant relatives.”
“What?”