Pretend to be the host, pretend to be in love!

Chapter 1100 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (88)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (88)

Intelligence indicated that the church and the hero team backed by the royal family were at odds, but the intelligence was only one side of the story. When they actually arrived at the location, they found that the intelligence had downplayed the situation.

The people here seem to have gone mad.

Since they arrived, they have been relentlessly questioned by three groups of passersby about which side they belong to.

These people either had bloodshot eyes that made them look somewhat crazy, or they had gloomy faces and slanted eyes as if they were enemies of the whole world.

Song Ning spoke to people in a way that suited them, switching sides three times in just a few minutes before grabbing Lance and hurriedly slipping into the only tavern in town that seemed relatively normal.

"Half a bucket of wheat craft beer, and a glass of pure water."

He tapped his staff on the table, and Sophia was nowhere to be seen in the tavern. The bartender, who was in charge of taking orders, couldn't help but mutter when he heard a glass of water, "Who would come to a tavern to drink water? We don't have that here."

When he looked up, he saw Song Ning dressed as a magician and was terrified. He immediately became respectful and said...

"So you are the esteemed magician. A glass of water, is that all? No problem. Would you prefer it hot or cold?"

Even if Song Ning didn't want to argue with an unknown nobody, she was so angry she laughed. "You think what's floating outside right now isn't snowflakes but lava? If you can't tell the difference, I'd be happy to demonstrate it to you."

He rubbed the staff in his hand.

The bartender chuckled awkwardly, quickly shook his head to indicate his problem, and turned to leave.

After he walked away, Song Ning turned back to meet Lance's gaze and subconsciously offered an explanation.

"I didn't mean to scare him, but this guy's question was just too outrageous."

His innocent gaze was hidden behind the hood, which was exquisitely crafted and could automatically adjust to the wearer's body shape. The mage's clothing unusually made Song Ning's face, which had recovered somewhat, look inexplicably noble.

Recalling Song Ning's posture just now, Lance's throat tightened slightly. He leaned closer and pulled the hood forward a little. "Hmm, Ningning did a great job."

Although it was clearly a compliment, Song Ning inexplicably sensed something in the dragon's hoarse tone.

When he realized that the hood was being pulled down to cover more of his face, Song Ning's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he gently rubbed his calf against the other man's taut thigh under the table in the darkness.

"I didn't realize that some people have this kind of hobby."

No wonder he suggested dressing up as master and servant before. He was even considering whether it would be a bit humiliating to the other party. In the end, it turned out that he was meddling and had even hindered some of the dragon's little hobbies.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt his calf being grabbed. He paused, and instinctively looked down.

"Don't look down, or what if someone notices?"

Lance spoke in a nonchalant tone, giving no indication that he was doing that kind of thing.

Song Ning gritted her teeth, and a slight heat crept into her ears.

What does this big silver dragon want to do here?

He let out two long breaths and then elbowed a certain Long.

"Stop fooling around, don't forget why we're here."

Lance narrowed his eyes, his tone befitting the frivolous atmosphere of the tavern.

"Oh, then Ningning, tell me what I'm here for."

Certain words were emphasized, and a certain meaning was deliberately brought out in this tone.

Just as Song Ning was about to curse, the bartender came running over with the drinks and respectfully placed a cup of hot water in front of him.

"Your Excellency, a cup of hot water, please."

The fingers that were originally under the table had turned into a familiar, stiff dragon tail. The dragon tail skillfully bound his calves and was slowly played with. Suddenly, some absurd memories appeared in Song Ning's mind.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Put down the water glass and get out of here right now."

The bartender, who had initially intended to be attentive, was so frightened by what he heard that he put down his things and ran away.

Song Ning had good hearing and could still hear the bartender muttering to himself even after he had walked a little further away, "He really is a magician, his temper is just awful."

Enraged, Song Ning wanted to curse the bartender again, but he turned around and warned in a low voice, "Aren't you going to let go?"

His calves tensed and he shook them vigorously, but he couldn't shake them off.

Lance got up, picked up a glass, poured himself most of a glass of wine, and when he sat down, he ended up rubbing against Song Ning's side.

Before Song Ning could react, he had already wrapped his arms around Song Ning's waist and affectionately nibbled on Song Ning's ear, "Don't look back. It seems that although our noble magician is a good actor, he has still been targeted."

He wore a mocking smile, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the black-robed men at the table behind them.

what?

Song Ning's body reacted faster than her mind; she turned her head and kissed the corner of his lips before her mind even registered what Lance had said.

"...Is someone following us?"

Lance and he were nose to nose, their lips almost touching, exchanging the heat of their breaths in an intimate way.

“That’s right, they look like people from the Church of Light, but they’re all wearing black robes, so it’s a bit hard to confirm their identities.”

Are the members of the Church of Light wearing black robes?

This didn't sound like the way the church people acted. Song Ning pretended to snatch the glass of wine but was dodged, and he ended up falling completely into the swordsman's broad chest.

The probing gazes behind them immediately lessened, as if they thought that the two clingy men were not the kind of people they were interested in.

"Are you sure? This isn't like them."

"Not entirely certain, but they do have the aura of light magic about them."

"I see."

No wonder Lance thought these men in black robes were members of the Church of Light, but Song Ning still couldn't quite understand it.

When did the people of the Church of Light start acting so furtively? He thought those guys in the church would only stand openly in the sunlight and then do the darkest things.

The two drank some water and ate something in the tavern. After the man in black left, they inquired about their lodgings and then got up and left.

The bartender breathed a sigh of relief when they paid their bill and left, but after they were gone, he couldn't help but look at the swordsman's back with envy.

"To be chosen as a lover by a noble mage, this swordsman is incredibly lucky! If only I had a face like that, maybe I could..."

A drunkard mocked from the side, "You really think it's a matter of looks? And who told you she's the magician's lover? Powerful magicians are surrounded by followers like her. The magician can summon them at will with a wave of his hand. Even if you have a face that catches someone's eye, you're destined to be abandoned one day!"