Chapter 76

After the meal...

This time it was Dorothy's turn to lie on the sofa. She held her big belly that was full again, and really didn't want to move.

"Meow... ow..."

"Roar..."

Beside her, two little familiars were staring at each other with big eyes. One cat and one dragon were using their own languages to conduct an encrypted conversation that no one could understand and was talking at cross-purposes.

"Hmm, not bad, these two little guys have quite a good relationship."

Looking at the cat and dragon that were twisting together because of language incompatibility, Dorothy nodded and thought with satisfaction.

Armored beasts are a very magical species, especially as the god of that Armored Beast World, that source of armored beasts possesses the concept divinity of the Mother of All Beasts. This is also why it can give birth to various strange-looking armored beasts of different races.

It's just that the divinity of a primitive small world is obviously not enough to evolve the true concept of the "Mother of All Beasts." Not to mention anything else, none of the three original natural disaster races can be simulated at will by this primitive god. In the past, it could at most evolve some armored beasts that looked like angels, dragons, and demons in appearance only.

However, ever since this poor Mother of Armored Beasts was sent to the laboratory by witches, true angel blood, dragon blood, and demon blood have been sufficient, which greatly supplemented the innate deficiency of this primitive god. So the angels, dragons, and demons among the second-generation armored beasts are no longer the paper tigers of the past, but the real deal.

And this discovery also made the scientific research witches very excited, so they excitedly began to bleed themselves, preparing to let this Mother of All Beasts create some witch-type armored beasts, and then...

And then there was no then.

The strength of a witch does not lie in the body, but in powerful mana and the characteristic of infinite evolution.

Therefore, even though it was fed witch blood, the armored beasts born by the Mother of Armored Beasts were human-type armored beasts that were lagging behind. It seems that in the concept of this primitive god, there is still no essential difference between witches and ordinary humans.

However, Dorothy is not very interested in these research projects that seek why witches are strong. She only knows that as long as her Fafna is well cultivated, even if it doesn't transform into armor, it will be a qualified pure-blooded dragon thug at the bottom line.

Hmm, so now she is already three times promising.

Promising witch, promising psychic staff, promising dragon-type armored beast.

Therefore, looking at these two little guys twisting together in front of her, Dorothy shed poor tears.

"Tsk, but that also requires enough resources to develop to be considered truly promising. If the resources are not enough, then that will be directly sterilized."

And at this time, the duel between the two little ones has also been decided.

The young dragon Fafna has been beaten by the shadowless cat claws of the cat Bast. She is now lying on the sofa in a very shameful way, with her two front paws hugging her head. And the little milk cat, who has had 10 wins and 0 losses in the familiar dragon beast hegemony competition so far, is now proudly stepping on the dragon sister's head with one claw, holding her head high and making a cute cat call.

"Meow... ow..."

"Good, Bast is really amazing, worthy of being the older sister."

Dorothy also sent praise to the little guy in time.

The little milk cat who received the master's praise became even more spirited when she heard the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the second half, her little face stiffened. She lowered her head to look at the dragon sister she was stepping on, and then moved her claws away awkwardly.

"Meow meow..."

She called out gently to Fafna who was still hugging her head and autistic, and wanted to reach out her claws to help this weak sister up. As a result, as soon as her claws reached out, the young dragon's defense became tighter, and the little guy directly curled up her whole body into a round iron ball.

"Meow?"

The little milk cat was even more embarrassed. She looked at this stinky sister who didn't give her face with annoyance, and then looked at the master in front of her flatteringly.

Bast jumped flexibly onto Dorothy, and then two small claws climbed onto the two high mountains, and finally stepped on the top of the mountain and rubbed against Dorothy's face with her face to act like a spoiled child.

"Meow meow meow..."

"Alright, alright, I forgive you."

Dorothy, who was tickled by the soft fluffiness of the little guy, helplessly took out a soul fragment from her pocket, and then crushed it into strips of small dried fish.

She blew a breath at these translucent small dried fish, and then threw them into the air. The next moment, these small dried fish that should have been dead things suddenly came alive, as if they were real ghost fish swimming in the living room.

And as soon as Bast saw the beloved small dried fish, she forgot about the master. She jumped off Dorothy and began to chase and hunt those ghost fish everywhere.

Don't know if it's the instinct of felines, or the blessing brought by the name of the goddess Bast, the hunting skills displayed by the young little milk cat are already quite brilliant. Those ghost fish are clearly more flexible than real fish, but they can't escape the cute cat claws with pink little meat pads.

Every jump and pounce of the little guy, every wave of her claws announced the end of a ghost fish, and this made the little milk cat even more excited. Her hunting interest became more and more high, and the agile and flexible posture only made Fafna, who was peeking out from the iron ball that had cracked a seam on the sofa at some point, envious, and then more and more autistic.

"Roar..."

The young dragon let out a grievance and lost low groan, until a pair of hands gently picked her up.

"Alright, don't be aggrieved. Your cat sister is just born earlier than you to be so powerful. Fafna, you are a dragon, okay? Cats can't beat dragons. When you grow up, she won't be able to beat you."

Dorothy held the heavy young dragon, which was like a solid iron ball, and comforted the little guy softly.

The form and personality of special familiars like spirit races or armored beasts are often influenced by their masters. Fafna is the child of Angela, Sophie Liya's angel armored beast, but the reason why she hatched not as an angel but as a dragon is because of Dorothy's identity as a Dragon Witch.

In order to better cooperate with her master, Fafna instinctively chose a dragon as her race from the armored beast's gene pool inherited from the Mother of All Beasts.

And as a new consciousness, the personalities of the two little guys will also unconsciously begin to be influenced by Dorothy, the master, following the familiar contract.

The little milk cat Bast inherited more of Dorothy's hidden arrogance as the Forest Witch, but Fafna...

Sigh, the young dragon probably inherited more of Dorothy's laziness as a salted fish otaku in her daily life.

Clearly, she should have been a dragon with a combative nature who didn't obey anyone, but in fact, her personality is unexpectedly gentle. She also rarely leaves Dorothy's side and is always extra clingy, just like Dorothy doesn't want to leave home.

This good dragon who should have been combative and lively was raised by herself into this submissive otaku dragon. As a master, Dorothy also has complicated feelings.

However, she couldn't possibly dislike her own child. Anyway, she is a civil engineering witch who will probably engage in infrastructure construction in the future and won't go to the battlefield. Whether the familiar can fight or not is not important. When Fafna grows up, it seems not bad to be a dragon-shaped crane carrying building materials. This child looks very suitable for moving bricks.

And Fafna, who didn't know that her scum master had already defined her future as a brick-moving dragon, naively believed the master's comfort. The little guy cheered up again, stretched her body, and shook the wings behind her that were more like heavy steel claws than dragon wings.

Subsequently, the thick claw tips of the steel claws split open. From the hollow pipe structure revealed, scarlet dragon breath shot out. With the help of the reverse thrust of this dragon breath, the steel young dragon with amazing weight swooshed and directly took off. (It's time for my favorite template of the Valstrax again. Fafna's appearance can be imagined as a red and black Gundam-style Valstrax, and the mechanical steel sense should be a bit more.)

It's just a pity that the little guy is still too small. Such an unusual flying method is destined not to be easily mastered. As soon as the little guy took off, the respiratory system that hadn't fully grown yet couldn't keep up with the consumption of the dragon breath, which also caused the scarlet dragon breath sprayed by the wing thrusters to gradually weaken and finally stall.

Thus, the whole dragon could only helplessly continue to crash forward along the previous inertia.

"Roar..."

Seeing that she was about to crash into the wall, the panicked steel young dragon curled into a ball again, preparing to resist the subsequent impact.

It's just that Fafna waited for a long time, and the expected impact did not happen. A gentle mana intercepted her, and finally she returned to that familiar warm embrace.

"Told you not to be anxious. When you grow up, you can fly as you like. Now you just need to eat and sleep well."

Dorothy looked helplessly at the young dragon who suddenly went up.

The little guy's appearance was specially adjusted by her. This peculiar dragon-like appearance was also referenced to a type of ancient dragon in a hunting game she liked very much in her previous life, so Fafna can be considered a unique dragon breed in this world.

It's just that, in this way, it's cool, it's really cool, but the dragon's original flying instinct was also ruined by her. The ancient flying memory inherited in the dragon blood inheritance is obviously not very compatible with this new era's jet flying method.

The software and hardware are not compatible, which leads to Fafna probably having to learn how to fly little by little by herself in the future.

But it doesn't matter, "eat the bitterness of bitterness, then be a dragon above a dragon." Dorothy believes that Fafna will definitely understand her painstaking efforts when she grows up.

Dorothy thought this in her heart while taking a large lump of special metal out of her pocket.

And the innocent young dragon's eyes lit up as soon as she saw that piece of metal, and she happily hugged it and started gnawing.

Well, after all, it's an armored beast. If you want the armor you transform into to be harder, you must use various rare spiritual metals. These precious metal materials that should have been used to forge various alchemy props can now only become dragon food.

So, she herself wants to eat high-level ingredients, Bast wants to eat soul fragments, and Fafna wants to gnaw on spiritual metals. This damn thing, not one of them is cheap. Just thinking about it, Dorothy can already see her future of worrying about food expenses every day.

Compared with these pressures, tomorrow's assessment is simply not worth mentioning.

But there is no way, who let this path be chosen by herself? It is impossible to be a "gnaw-old" (dependent on parents). It has been eating and drinking for free for several days, so I must find a way to get some money first.

Thus, when Sophie Liya came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, she saw at a glance the evil light flowing in the eyes of the young lady lying on the sofa, which even the black-rimmed glasses couldn't hide.

This made the ahoge on the Angel Witch's head jump directly, and her angel talent for detecting evil was triggered.

The pure white girl shivered fiercely, and she smelled the breath of making trouble.

This made Sophie Liya alert immediately. She wanted to ask, but because of the quarrel before eating just now, she didn't know whether to open her mouth for a while.

From just now until now, the two of them haven't said a word. Sophie Liya doesn't really want to break this dullness herself.

Because for the arrogant Angel Witch, this seems as if she admitted defeat first.

But...

"Sorry, young lady, I apologize for my previous behavior. Perhaps it was indeed my fault."

Sophie Liya finally opened her mouth. She finished this sentence quickly, and then turned and went back to her room.

She hates this feeling of bowing her head to others, but compared to this unwillingness to admit defeat, she is more afraid of making mistakes again and again because of paranoia.

Right is right, wrong is wrong, a very simple truth, there is nothing that cannot be accepted.

"Sigh, my naive young lady, not everyone has family members who love you like you do, and has a powerful mother as a backing. Even if you fail, you can inherit everything from the teacher, but I can only rely on myself.

Probably I really don't have a strong heart, but it doesn't matter, because I know more clearly that I can't afford the result of failure, so I can only be doubly cautious and careful to treat every thing."

Walking into the room, when closing the door, the corner of her eye swept over the young lady on the sofa who was stunned because of her apology. The pure white girl thought this in her heart. In her golden shining eyes, there was envy, and even jealousy, but finally everything returned to calm.

Subsequently, the door was tightly closed...

Dorothy: "..."

... Little witch is stunned and shocked...