Book 14: Chapter 51
When I woke up the next day, the dragon had vanished.
I never felt so recovered ever since the ordeal. I sucked blood before, but I was never willing to suck enough every day to feel comfortable, since I was worried about Mommy Vyvyan. I managed to obtain enough mana, since I didn’t have to worry about robbing the dragon of all its mana.
I sat up. Sleeping on top of a mountain of gold coins wasn’t as comfortable as I thought it’d be. The smell of gold all around made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I’d be more willing to sleep outside if possible even if that small timber house would be blown away with a single gust of wind.
I stood up and slid down from atop the gold coins. I didn’t know if the dragon collected so many gold coins from somewhere or what, but I have to give credit where it’s due. She did a decent job saving of them. You could buy a nation with the cave-worth of money. If possible, I’d take it all back after I returned.
She said that I could take as I please, and I called her “Mom.” By logic, I should’ve been her child. Therefore, inheriting her fortune… I suddenly had a thought: “Wait… Wait. I could take her back to live in the North… That wouldn’t mean I’m taking possession of her fortune. It’s called moving homes.”
I slowly exited the cave. It was very difficult to find the correct path in the cave, but I made a mark at the entrance when I came in yesterday. Thankfully, I soon found the source of fresh air. I finally had fresh air in my mind instead of having my mind filled with the scent of gold. It was windy, and the sky was as red as yesterday, but the tiny oasis was a small shelter from the wind for me. I stood at the edge of the lake and took in big breaths of fresh air. The dew on the leaves was clear, as well.
I didn’t know where the dragon went. I then saw the White Deer King by the side, looking at the leaves overhead and spacing out. There was no soil there, thus no grass. In other words, the White Deer King probably wanted to eat leaves. I walked over to her, and then gently stroked her neck. With a smile, I greeted her, “Good morning, White Deer King.”
The White Deer King snorted. I walked up to the tree, and then climbed up to pluck down a few leaves. I then walked up to the White Deer King. I tore up the leaves then held it up to the White Deer King’s mouth; however, she didn’t show me any gratitude or attention. Instead, she gladly helped herself to them by snatching them off me, and she’d even occasionally bite my fingers.
The White Deer King then came up to my side. She lowered her head and drank from the lake. I gently caressed the White Deer King. I looked at the water in front of me feeling slightly melancholic. I softly remarked, “Man… I want to eat something… I haven’t eaten anything for a day, and now I’m starving… That dragon knocked my backpack away, when all of our stuff is in it.”