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The ruling was made regarding the punishment of Aegon.

Next, Ron took Aegon to apologize to the Black Iron Dragon.

After all, they'll be comrades fighting side by side in the future.

It's best to avoid leaving any conflicts unresolved.

Although Little Red Dragon looked down on Little Black, an ordinary metal dragon.

But Ron told him that he would go out hunting and fighting before level three.

They all need to be looked after by Xiao Hei.

Little Red Dragon then changed his attitude on his own.

She went to fuss over Xiao Hei, offering words of comfort and sincere apologies.

This is shameless.

Even if they rely on themselves in the wild, they can definitely grow stronger.

pity!

He fell headfirst into Ron's crooked tree.

There's no way to escape.

From the moment it appeared, it had no chance of escaping.

Therefore, the little red dragon knows how to make the choice that is most advantageous to itself.

Once you realize Ron's true attitude towards it, it won't leave no matter what you say or do.

Because it knew it couldn't leave.

It's better to stick to one path and leave Ron with a good impression of loyalty.

That hateful Ron, that scoundrel, actually refused to believe it no matter what.

He truly is the evil child I found.

They didn't even believe the dragon that came to their door.

They forced themselves to sign harsh and unequal contracts.

Now it's completely bound to Ron.

In this situation, Aegon the Red Dragon would naturally prefer Ron to be as cunning and powerful as possible.

Only in this way can I also live a good life.

Black Iron Dragon really didn't want to accept Little Red Dragon's insincere apology.

It was truly annoyed by the little dragon that was stealing its treasure.

But the other party is Ron's contracted dragon, and their relationship is much closer than his own.

It has to be handled with care.

With a long, dark face, he accepted the little red dragon's apology.

Ron naturally knew that Blackie was unhappy.

Next, I handed it a task that would make it happy.

It will take care of the little red dragon Aegon during the thirty days he is weaning off the original potion.

Sure enough, Black Iron Dragon got excited as soon as he heard that.

He stopped secretly wiping away his tears and stood like a model soldier, making a promise to Ron:

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!!"

"I'll absolutely help my best friend Aegon; I won't touch a single drop of the original serum for thirty days!"

Ron, seeing the mischievous look on Little Black's face, praised him:

"Great! Very energetic!!"

After resolving this troublesome matter.

Ron told the little red dragon to use up the original solution first.

After they finished using him, they arranged for him to be placed outside the city, in the place where Qingnilong was originally imprisoned.

Little Black followed closely behind.

On the first day of the supply cutoff, Aegon didn't think it was a big deal.

It lay on the open ground on the east side of the hillside, basking in the sun, dozing off, and poking at the pebbles on the ground with the tip of its tail.

Occasionally, he would look up at the distant sky, chewing on a blade of grass in his mouth.

It thought Ron was just trying to scare it.

Once it starts behaving better, it might recover in eight or ten days.

On the third day, it began to feel that it didn't taste anything in its mouth.

I don't enjoy my food or water, and although I can still fall asleep, I always feel like something is missing.

It squatted by the small pond, looking down at its reflection in the water, and couldn't help but lick its lips. Then it quickly looked away, as if afraid of being seen by someone.

On the fifth day, anxiety began to creep in, like a pot of water without a lid, slowly bubbling up from the bottom.

Aegon circled in the open space, turning left and right, leaving a shallow circular ditch in his wake.

It tried to find something to distract itself, but couldn't muster the energy to do anything. It even wanted to bite the blade of grass under its paws, but reluctantly let go when it got close to its nose.

On the seventh day, it went to sleep.

That night, it lay in its nest, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

My mind was filled with that bottle of steaming liquid that made its scales explode.

It closes its eyes, and the smell lingers in its nasal cavity.

I opened my eyes, and the walls were filled with the phantom images of empty bottles.

It rolled over, then rolled over again, and finally suddenly got up, panting heavily in the darkness before lying down again.

After the seventh day, Aegon's condition deteriorated significantly.

A steward reported to Ron that the little red dragon had been terribly listless lately.

It basically can't eat anymore, and it doesn't bark much. Most of the time it just lies motionless by the pool, staring at the water.

Ron didn't say anything after listening, but just nodded to indicate that he understood. This was just the beginning.

Starting from the tenth day.

Aegon couldn't sleep either; he felt listless all over and could only stay still for more than two minutes.

I felt itchy all over, and a sense of restlessness came from deep within my body.

I feel the urge to urinate, but I can't.

Sometimes, this itching sensation can only be relieved by rubbing hard against the nearby rocks.

From that moment on, Xiao Hei, who was standing nearby, started watching the show.

I used to suffer, but now I see others going through it.

This feels absolutely amazing!

It's like using a shampoo with ice-cold mint in the summer.

Cool!

Especially when rinsing, the bubbly mint water flows down.

In an instant, my entire soul felt clear and transparent!

On the fifteenth day, Aegon began to hallucinate.

All it could see was the concentrated liquid, steam rising from the bottle opening. It lunged forward to drink, then crashed headfirst into the wall, but felt nothing.

His mouth was so dry it felt like he'd swallowed a handful of sand, and the dragon was like a walking corpse.

It started scratching itself with its claws, leaving several raw scratch marks on its bright red scales—the marks it had made itself.

It's not a serious injury, but it's itchy.

My whole body is itchy, like something is crawling under my scales, and I can't scratch it off.

It rolled over and rubbed its head against the wall, making its scales hiss, but it was no use at all.

On the twentieth day, Aegon had lost weight.

Its once robust physique has become somewhat thin, and many of its scales have been removed.

At this point, simply scratching the itch is no longer enough to relieve it.

You have to bang your head against the wall until you're covered in bruises so that the pain can mask the itch.

At this point, the little red dragon started talking nonsense.

As long as someone can give it a sip of the original liquid.

I'd even give it one more father.

At this time, Little Black would occasionally open a bottle of the original liquid and drink it in front of Aegon.

Aegon was so anxious he paced back and forth, and disregarding the difference in strength, he started to grab it.

But it couldn't even break through the Black Iron Dragon's defense.

Watching as the black iron dragon licked the bottle clean, leaving not a single drop of the original liquid.

Aegon was so angry that he cursed in various ways.

It has lost its mind, hurling all sorts of curses.

Not only Black Iron Dragon, he even dared to curse the world consciousness!

But it was as if there was an iron gate in his heart, and he never uttered that name.

In the last ten days, Aegon didn't know how he got through them.

It felt like millions of insects were biting him all over.

No matter what it does, it can't alleviate the problem.

When it was itchiest, Little Red Dragon was even forced to pull out his own fingernails.

In order to relieve the itching.

The thirtieth day, the last day.

In his dazed state, the little red dragon seemed to see a figure approaching.

"Is it time yet?"

"Master, ten minutes left!"

That's the voice of that black egg! Damn it, I'll remember you!

Then, the little red dragon mustered its last bit of strength and said listlessly to Ron:

"Father!"

"Why are you so late?!"