Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

"Okay, it's a deal."

Luo Ye smiled and stepped back, holding up the skewered meat and gesturing to Eluvia: "Come on, Your Majesty, gently exhale a small breath of dragon's breath, just keep the heat steady."

Eluvia took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and exhaled a small stream of dark purple dragon breath.

The heat is just right, neither burnt nor dry, and it's more stable and gentle than any charcoal fire.

"Sizzle!"

Oil dripped onto the scorching stone surface, making a soft sizzling sound. The aroma of caramelized oil mixed with spices permeated the secret room, along with the faint shadowy scent of lingering dragon breath, creating a strange and warm fragrance.

Eluvia squatted beside the stone stove, her hands supporting her chin, her gilded vertical pupils staring intently at the slowly rotating skewers of meat, her mouth watering.

Under the intense heat of the dragon's breath, the roasted meat gradually turned an enticing golden brown, with a slightly crispy skin and juicy interior. Each skewer was roasted to perfection.

"Is it ready yet? It smells so good!" she couldn't help but urge, her tone filled with childlike eagerness.

"It'll be ready soon, don't rush." ​​Luo Ye chuckled, took a skewer of the most flavorful chicken leg, and handed it to her.

Here, the first one is for you, be careful it's hot.

Eluvia immediately took it and eagerly took a big bite.

"Ugh!!!"

Her eyes lit up instantly—crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the oil melting in her mouth, the spices and salt bringing out the full flavor of the chicken.

Most importantly, the meat was roasted using her dragon breath.

This realization filled her with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, like some kind of secret evidence of a bond that only she and Luo Ye knew.

"Delicious! So delicious!" she exclaimed, her cheeks puffed out and her words muffled.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Luo Ye gently raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe away the oil stains on the corner of her mouth, his movements natural and indulgent.

Eluvia obediently tilted her head back and let him wipe her face, her eyebrows curving and her face full of smiles.

She took a couple of bites, then thoughtfully held up the remaining half-skewer of meat and brought it to Luo Ye's lips: "You eat too! Try it! Isn't the meat grilled with my dragon's breath more delicious than what you usually grill?"

Luo Ye lowered his head, took a bite from her hand, chewed it carefully, and nodded with a smile: "Hmm, it's really good. It seems that from now on, the grilling can be left to His Majesty."

"Don't even think about it!" Eluvia immediately withdrew her hand, firmly protecting her skewer of meat, and pouted haughtily.

"Today is a special case! I won't be your furnace every day! Don't push your luck!"

"Alright, alright, a special exception it is." Luo Ye smiled and handed over another skewer of freshly grilled chicken drumsticks, smoothly changing the subject.

"Eat more, after all, you used up a lot of energy last night, you need to replenish yourself."

Eluvia froze as she took the skewer, her expression instantly shifting from "So happy to eat another one" to "This person is bringing up old grievances again."

She took a big, vicious bite of the chicken wing, her cheeks puffed out like an angry little hamster, and mumbled menacingly, "Don't mention last night! If you do, I'll really bite you!"

"Oh? You're going to bite me again?" Luo Ye raised an eyebrow, deliberately stretching out his strong arm and bringing it close to her face, his tone teasing.

"Take as many bites as you like, any number of bites are fine."

Eluvia glared at him, trying to maintain a fierce expression, but found that she couldn't even furrow her brow.

Finally, she could only turn her head away and mutter softly, "That wretched, stupid dragon knight, you're just taking advantage of my reluctance..."

The last few words were so soft they were almost silent, but Luo Ye still heard them.

He didn't say anything, but handed over another skewer of meat, the smile in his eyes so gentle it could melt away all arrogance and stubbornness.

Meanwhile, on the other side,

The first thing Serafina did upon returning to Silvermoon Peak was to drop the still-fluttering little silver dragon from her arms.

The moment the little silver dragon's four claws touched the ground, it immediately raised its head, its amber vertical pupils filled with grievance and ingratiation, and the tip of its tail wagged appeasingly behind it:

"Your Majesty, the most, most gentle Your Majesty in the whole world! I really know I was wrong!" the little silver dragon wailed in a childish voice, desperately begging for mercy.

"Could the punishment be a little lighter? Please don't cut the honey meal and the silverfish supplies in half! I promise I'll be a good girl from now on!"

Seraphina didn't even bother to glance at it, striding forward without turning her head, her cool voice carrying a hint of mockery and sourness:

"No. Since you think everything about the Eternal Night Dragon King is the best, then you can just go to the Eternal Night Dragon's Nest and freeload off him. Why would you need a little more food?"

She beckoned two silver dragon servants who were already waiting nearby, and pointed to the little creature at her feet that was whining and acting spoiled:

"Take them away and properly implement basic education for the Silver Dragon Clan."

She paused, her cool voice taking on a more serious, targeted tone as she listed the rules one by one:

"First, learn formal inter-tribal communication etiquette and avoid speaking carelessly. Second, memorize the rules of each tribe's territory and always maintain the dignity of the dragon race when outside."

"Third, and most importantly—learn to control your tongue, and strictly prohibit making unwarranted comparisons or praising other dragon kings. The Silver Dragon King will always be the best."

The two attendants bowed in unison and replied, "We humbly obey Your Majesty's decree!"

As they spoke, they stepped forward from the left and right, steadily catching the struggling little silver dragon.

"Your Majesty! No! I really know I was wrong!" The little silver dragon kicked wildly with its four claws dangling in the air, its small body struggling desperately, its amber eyes filled with tears.

"I'll never praise anyone else like that again! You are the most beautiful and powerful Dragon King in the world! I'll never again crave the roasted meat from the Eternal Night Dragon's Nest! Please, have mercy on me!"

"What did you do wrong?" Serafina looked down at it, her face expressionless.

"I... I shouldn't have said their roasted meat was better than ours in the Eternal Night Dragon's Nest..."

"Anything else?"

"I shouldn't have said the Eternal Night Dragon King was more handsome than you..."

"Anything else?"

"I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have..." The little silver dragon thought for a long time, but couldn't think of what other mistake it had made. It could only look at Serafina pitifully.

"Your Majesty, I truly know I was wrong..."

Seraphina's heart softened slightly at its pitiful appearance, but she still hardened her heart and waved her hand:

"Take him away. Let him reflect on his mistakes thoroughly. His food will be restored only when he understands all his wrongdoings."

"Your Majesty!!!" The little silver dragon's wails faded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Serafina stood there, raised her hand and gently rubbed her temples, then sighed.

"This little thing is getting more and more outrageous."

She suppressed her smile and turned to walk towards the communication treasure deep within the temple.

There are some things that need to be clarified.

What exactly is the relationship between that little rascal and Wendina? She was really curious.