Hi princess, are you literate?

This man was a terrible existence. This was Camille's thought when she saw another room in this nest.

It was still a huge room. Camille guessed that maybe this suited the dragon's size better, such as when he wanted to change back to his form and roll around. The main color of this room was transparent. There were a bunch of transparent jars of various sizes filled with unknown liquids of different colors, placed in cabinets or on tables.

There was a huge pot in one corner of the room, boiling with a fire that would never go out.

Wasn't this the equipment of a witch? Shouldn't a dragon just quietly spit fire, catch princesses, tease heroes? Why did he have to learn from other people's settings? This was infringement, Mr. Dragon, did you know that?

Camille was even afraid that he would cut off some of her organs and throw them into that big pot that was still bubbling.

The man who had put his gloves back on glanced at Camille who was standing there stupidly and opened his mouth. "Can you read?"

This question made Camille feel short of breath, but she still endured the humiliation and nodded. "Yes."

"Bring me S-21." The man said this and strode towards the big pot, stirring the liquid inside with a translucent stick.

Camille had good eyesight and quickly saw the glass jar with the label on it. She was wondering how to give it to the man when a low voice came from over there.

"Put on the gloves on the table, hold it tight with both hands, and bring it over."

Camille sneaked a glance at the man. She hadn't seen him look this way just now. Did this guy have eyes on his back?

"If you keep standing there stupidly, I will need to remake this reagent, which will require you to run back and forth at least thirty times." The man turned his head this time, frowning at Camille.

"Yes!" Camille turned around and pouted. Didn't he say he would treat her as a pet? He wanted her to wear a collar and play shame play, but also do physical work. No wonder he would come and catch a princess. It was so convenient.

But she didn't have the guts to resist, so she put on the gloves and carefully moved the thing that looked heavy.

As expected, lifting this jar was not easy. Fortunately, Camille had liked jumping up and down since she was young, and had good physical fitness. She still managed to quickly put the jar on the table near the man.

The table surface was smooth and clean. Camille carefully put it down but still made a "clack" sound. She nervously turned her head to look at the man, noticing that he didn't seem to show any dissatisfaction, and breathed a sigh of relief.

On the contrary, her movement made the man who was busy stirring and adding liquid content look up. "C-13, quick!" he said.

Camille hurriedly went to find a new jar.

By the time Camille had run back and forth dozens of times, the man finally stopped ordering her and devoted himself to his work.

Camille found a corner and simply sat down to rest, while watching what the man could make.

Time passed quickly. The man seemed to finish the last step. He took out a tool from somewhere and extracted a tube of liquid from the bottom of the big pot.

Despite adding so many different colored liquids and unknown things, the final extract was a clear light blue.

Was it magic? Camille didn't dare to draw any conclusions. She only felt that what she had seen in these two days was too different from her understanding of this world. Before this, she had always thought it was some kind of western ancient place. She had never had any other guesses and just lived on without much ambition.

But now there were dragons and potions. She felt that maybe her worldview would collapse.

It was like her previous life was just going through the motions and now she finally triggered some important button that opened up a new aspect... This was too exciting.

The man labeled the extracted liquid and put it in a specific place. Then he finally paid attention to Camille, who had been idle enough to shake her legs. "Are you hungry?" he asked.

Camille honestly retracted this action that she had wanted to do for more than ten years, but had never found an opportunity to do.

He didn't say anything and Camille didn't feel it. But when he said that, Camille really felt hungry.

"Yes." Camille answered.

Then the man opened another cabinet and rummaged around. He took out a bottle of purple-blue liquid and handed it to Camille. "Drink this."

Can this thing be drunk? Even though she thought so, Camille still drank it. The liquid had a faint mint flavor and felt like water when she swallowed it.

"How is it?" The man stared at Camille, as if he was expecting her reaction.

"Uh," Camille answered, "it's quite tasty."

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but after she said that, the man who was already not very bright seemed to become even more gloomy.

"I mean, do you still feel hungry?" The man enunciated clearly, word by word.

"Hungry." Camille answered.

Her answer made the man silent for about half a minute. Then he opened his mouth and said, "Impossible."

This was a sad story. This dragon was so confident that he didn't believe anyone who told the truth. Camille felt that she had to correct this terrible confidence, otherwise she would always have to drink water in the future.

"I need food, something that I can chew and swallow." Camille tried to argue, and gestured to show the man the shape of bread.

"Your body has all the elements it needs here." The man was still stubborn.

"But it's not the same. For example, eating meat and drinking soup are not the same," Camille retorted.

Then she didn't even get to drink a bottle of potion anymore. This was a sad story. She should have drunk enough before arguing.

I'm so stupid, really. I actually wanted to reason with a dragon who had a case of chuunibyou. Camille also thought that since she had never heard of dragons or anything like that in her life, maybe other dragons thought that this kind of kidnapping princess thing was too shameful or boring, so this one who didn't follow the usual path might not be very smart either.

The mental encouragement method was a good thing. She didn't know if it was the Q spirit or the potion really worked, but Camille felt that she wasn't even very hungry anymore.

The man seemed to think that Camille standing there was too distracting for his next work. He waved his hand and let her go out and closed the door.

Huh? Did I get the freedom of movement so soon? Then take this opportunity to escape... Camille blinked as she closed the door, looking at the skeleton dressed as a maid that suddenly appeared in front of her.

Black dragon brother, do you play The Sims? Do you need a skeleton maid to be so cool? It's not cute at all to see a skeleton suddenly appear when you turn your head back, okay? I'm scared to tears, okay?

Camille had no intention of escaping anymore. She obediently followed behind the skeleton and returned to the bedroom.

Because he saw the bruises on Camille's neck before, this seemed to make the man understand that Camille was indeed easily injured and very fragile. He made a soft nest for Camille.

There were too many points to complain about and she didn't know where to start. But looking at how soft it was, Camille still shamelessly lay down in that small round nest.

She had endured it hard yesterday. This time she didn't want to treat herself badly again.

However, she still didn't sleep well this night. Her body felt cold and hot alternately, as if there was a gas trying to escape from her body.

Her brain was so dizzy that she couldn't wake up. Camille wanted to grab something by her hand, but she didn't have any strength to clench her fist. She could only touch a void.

What's going on? Was there something in that potion?

At first she thought he was a chuunibyou who wanted to have some fun by keeping a human pet. But it turned out he was a terrorist who wanted to use others as experiments!

The pain was drilling into her bones, as if something was squeezing every inch of her body. Camille bit her lip and soon tasted the rusty blood in her mouth.

Camille was even in so much pain that she became mentally confused. Her brain was spinning fast, thinking of those bone maids. She wouldn't turn into something like that too, would she?

When her heart finally started to squeeze too, the air became thin, and her body heat seemed to be cooked through. Sweat flowed out like a faucet. Camille seemed to hear someone talking at this time.

No, not just someone, but many people. She didn't remember that there were any other creatures here besides that dragon gentleman who could talk.

"She's a child."

Camille heard a young male voice say that, but she had no strength or mood to continue listening to what they were going to say next, or to refute that I'm already eighteen years old, with an even older mental age.

She passed out in pain.

If this was a martial arts novel, at this time there should be another person's soul in her brain or something, preferably with a peerless secret book. From then on, Camille would start a different life, practicing and becoming a person at the top of humanity.

And now, Camille opened her eyes and felt that she might have missed the opportunity to become a peerless expert. However, God always could open a window for people.

"Are you okay," the very kind-looking old man with white hair and beard stroked Camille's head, "do you feel any discomfort?"

No, no, it's just that these two days I've been suddenly moving to different places and it's a bit hard to accept the stimulation. Camille was stunned for a moment, but her mouth had already habitually hooked up a sweet smile. "No, grandfather, where is this?"

With the old man's explanation, Camille learned that this was a church, and that the old man was the priest here. She was found by people who were looking for the princess from the black dragon's nest. Because her physical condition was not good, and her identity was unknown, she was left here.

Looking for the princess? I'm the princess! Camille was a little stunned, then shook her head apologetically. "I can't remember many things. But did they find the princess?"

After she said that question, the old man slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head. He drew a faint mark in the air with his hand. "She has passed away."

Camille was slightly startled.