"Congratulations, Master Narnia, in your sixteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, he successfully drove a seven-meter-high dragon."

The old servant Bushila next to him gave praise.

Narnia also showed a bit of intention.

But this intention did not last long, and was soon shattered by the sound coming from around him.

"You have this little chance? Seven meters, and you have the nerve to call it a giant dragon?"

"Father.."

Narnia lowered her head, not daring to look at her father.

His father, Nasri, was the leader of the surrounding tribes, ruled hundreds of thousands of tribes.

But the same impression that Narnia was serious and meticulous. He also had no feelings from his father, which were different from this, such as the so-called fatherly love.

Narnia was stunned and whispered to complain. He hoped that his father would be the same as his friend's father, and could pick him up and say even a word of praise, and occasionally care about himself when he was injured.

"Hold your head up!"

A low shout broke Narnia's thoughts.

He subconsciously respected the instructions, raised his head and looked at his father.

The gray-white hair, the neat beard and collar are not very different from the image in my impression, and they are as rigid as ever.

But this stereotype changed the moment I saw him.

His brows became more serious and his face was filled with dissatisfaction.

"Look at yourself, what is this image!" Naris growled.

Harnessing a dragon is never an easy job. If you want to control a dragon, you must first subdue the dragon.

Narnia's body was filled with scars, and the mud stains stained during the battle could be described as embarrassing.

"The image after the battle..." He lowered his head and replied unwillingly.

Naris raised his hand and made a gesture to fight.

Narnia hurriedly closed her eyes, but the imagined pain did not appear on him, so he opened his eyes strangely.

The old servant Bushila blocked his body and blocked his father's hand with his weak body. He held the commander of hundreds of thousands of tribes and was a well-known strong man. Naris used his hands to control countless dragons. Even if he kept his strength, his palm was definitely very heavy, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"What did you do!" Narnia roared at her father for the first time.

This was his first time to resist.

The old servant Bushila, the servant who accompanied his father in his growth, has long become his closest relative.

"I'm fine..." The old servant Bushira hurriedly grabbed Narnia who was trying to resist.

Naris's face remained the same as if he had seen nothing. He just withdrew his hand and said lightly: "I achieved your current results when I was ten years old. This is not a very proud thing. Remember! Forget this coming-of-age ceremony, I hope you can show me the results that I can see in the next year's assessment."

"I will show you the results that satisfy you." Nania said confidently.

"That's good."

After saying that, Naris left.

Narnia called someone to take their injured old servant Bushira back to rest.

"Master Narnia, where are you going?" Bushila was a little worried. It is logical that Master Narnia's coming-of-age ceremony ended when he controlled the seven-meter-high dragon. Just wait for the night to come, show the results under the lights and enjoy the blessings of others.

"I'll find results that satisfy him." Narnia said angrily.

"Don't do stupid things!" Bushira exclaimed anxiously, "This is already a good result."

For ordinary people, their coming-of-age ceremony is often considered qualified as long as they control a young dragon of two to three meters.

From this perspective, it can be said that Bushila is already a very outstanding person.

"That's just relative to ordinary people. I don't have to satisfy him in the next year."

Narnia seemed to have been determined and remained unchanged. The old servant wanted to persuade him again, but the injury broke out and his blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth again.

Seeing this, Narnia did not give him the opportunity to continue to speak out and directly ordered others: "Please ask the best priest for healing."

After Narnia finished his order, he walked towards the distant mountains.

There is an evil dragon in the mountains there.

Narnia's goal is exactly him.

"The evil dragon, Balanger."

"The Tribe's Raiders."

As early as more than ten years ago, it was a veritable evil dragon.

Hundreds of thousands of tribes died under his claws every year.

The reason why he chose such an evil dragon was because his father had successfully controlled an evil dragon that was notorious at the time at his coming-of-age ceremony.

If he did the same thing as him, he would definitely be satisfied. Narnia thought so simply. When he came to the mountain, he carried the spear that had accompanied him for a long time, removed the medicine to paralyze the dragon from his waist, applied it to the tip of the spear, and then applied the powder of the concealed breath to himself.

Then, he fumbled towards the cave on the top of the mountain.

The moment he arrived at the cave, Narnia held the spear tightly and moved it step by step.

Before he could fully enter the cave, a dazzling yellow light came.

Narnia knew that it was the treasure collected by the Dragon Balanger, and most of these treasures were robbed from the tribes around them.

A gold coin in the palm of your hand is enough to allow a family to live a prosperous life for several years.

Such a huge amount of treasures can be collected by people from their tribe, and it is conceivable how many times it takes to be robbed.

"Damn the evil dragon." He swears in his heart.

The originally timid heart has also become a little firmer.

After he went deeper, the yellow light that reflected changed.

As if it was blocked by something, a black figure appeared on the wall of the cave - it was a dragon.

Narnia's heart seemed to be stagnant and beating for a moment, and a palpitation spread throughout his body. He forced himself to suppress the throbbing and groped towards the dragon shadow.

A silver-white dragon was reflected in his eyes.

It is different from the rumored posture of the evil dragon Balangge more than 30 meters, he is only eight or nine meters high.

"Who are you..?"

Narnia couldn't help but ask.

He was sure that this was not the evil dragon Balanger, because the evil dragon Balanger was a green dragon. In addition, just looking at the movements of the dragon in front of him, he knew that he was stealing treasures. His humble expression was not so much a dragon, but rather a thief who successfully stole and commented on his burglary results.

"Yor Stara Igukuno, you can call me Your Excellency Yoll."

"Jor... Lord?" Narnia followed, and then asked for a while: "Are you stealing treasures?"
Chapter completed!