Miss Dragon, the BOSS, will not be captured.

I remember the last time I saw a dragon other than myself was more than a hundred years ago.

"Silver Dragon? You're a silver dragon?"

The black dragon girl was extremely surprised, and the flowers in her hand fell to the ground: "You are the Estia that my mother mentioned!"

"Mom?"

"My mother, Fafnir!"

"Could it be... the one who lives in the 'High Ridge Mountains'?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Are you her daughter?"

"Ah."

"Shocking!"

Estia never expected that the dragon elder she had been exchanging letters with had a daughter. She had even called her "sister" in her letters, but now it seemed she should call her "aunt."

The dragon elder's name was Fafnir, a good name, but I hadn't told her that in my previous letters.

Despite the numerous letters they exchanged, whenever Estia suggested meeting Fafnir, the latter would politely decline, to the point that she had no idea Fafnir had a daughter, and only now did she learn her name.

"Let's exchange dragon scales! Today was so much fun!"

The black dragon girl was lively and active, and quite outgoing. She walked over and touched Estia's dragon horns directly. This is a gesture that dragons would only make to express friendship or even intimacy, and it's not appropriate to do it on a first meeting.

The purpose of exchanging dragon scales is to remember the aura they contain, making it easier to find each other in the future.

"You still haven't told me your name."

Estia reached out her hand to the black dragon girl's head, but she touched not the horns, but the head itself.

She figured it out; she wanted to call Fafnir "older sister" because she believed she was of the same generation as Fafnir. Therefore, she now considered herself a senior to the black dragon girl in front of her.

PS: I suddenly have to go out, there's another update coming up, I'll save it for tomorrow morning. OVO

Chapter 93, Episode 087: The Friendship Between the Dragon and the Witch

"Speaking of which, I'm kind of your senior, so what's your name?"

Estella tried to make her expression appear as kind as possible.

"My name is Fufuna."

"What?"

"Fufuna, that's the name my mom gave me."

"puff."

Estia couldn't help but laugh. What kind of proper name is that?

Imagine the future: the adult Black Dragon Lady spreads her wings and lands on the ground, proclaiming to the challengers around her: "Tremble, mortals! I am Fufuna!"

Do you have any objections to this name?

Since the other party was her senior, Fufuna couldn't easily lose her temper and could only look at her with some dissatisfaction.

"I have no objections, it's a very cute name."

Really?

"Ok!"

The name is indeed cute, but Estia thinks it's not suitable for a dragon. Dragon names should be more imposing, or at least have a nice-sounding title, like her "Silver Comet".

That said, what would a black dragon hatchling be doing in a place like this?

"Here's what happened: I came here with my mom when I was little, and I met a human girl here."

Fufuna held a bouquet of flowers in her hands, and Esther immediately recognized them as Moonflowers, which bloom only once every hundred years, and even a single petal was priceless.

"So much time has passed, and I missed her, so I came back to find her."

Hearing Fufuna say this, Estia immediately felt uneasy: "How long ago was it when you last parted ways with her?"

"It's been over a hundred years, hasn't it?"

"Then what you'll see later probably isn't a young girl, but..."

Instead, it was a tombstone. Estia couldn't bear to hurt the poor black dragon girl.

"And what is it? How many years can a human live?"

"You don't even know this? Haven't you read any books?"

“When my mom used to teach me, I would sneak out to play other Warcraft games instead of studying.”

"..."

Estella had seen people who didn't study properly, but this was the first time she had ever seen someone who didn't study properly and yet acted so self-righteously.

"If nothing unexpected had happened, she would be over a hundred years old now."

"I see. So how many years do humans typically live?"

"The average lifespan is around seventy or eighty."

"What!?"

Fufuna's lack of understanding of humans didn't mean she was stupid; she instantly understood what was going on.

"Waaaaah!!! My only human friend is dead!!!"

Hey! Keep your voice down!

Fufuna's cries were so piercing that they felt like Estia's eardrums were about to burst.

"Waaaaah, why did this happen..."

Fufuna clutched the Moonflower tightly in her hand; it was a flower she had carefully picked as a gift for her long-lost friend.

Estia was curious about how a fledgling dragon could develop such a deep friendship with a human, but the most important thing right now was to stop her from crying.

Just then, the door to the house in front of Fufuna opened, and a white-haired girl in a long robe poked her head out: "Who's disturbing my sleep?"

White fur!

Estya's white hair sensor was activated. On the continent of Faya, naturally white hair is not common, so every white-haired person is a scarce resource.

Her silver-white long hair is actually very rare. People with naturally silver or white hair are not ordinary people; they almost always have special identities. This is common knowledge.

For example, by observing the aura of the person in front of her, Esther thought of someone: Miss Puff from the Netherworld Dragon Abyss.

The white-haired girl in front of me is also a witch.

“Are you…Listy!?” Fufuna leaned closer.

"Who are you?" the white-haired witch asked warily.

"I am Fufuna."

"Fufuna!? That little black dragon from back then?"

Well, seeing this scene, Esther realized she had worried for nothing. The human Fufuna was looking for was a witch, and witches are considered long-lived.

It seems that the imagined tragedy did not occur.

The scene of reuniting with her friends did not cause Estia much emotional fluctuation. As a member of the immortal race, all her friends were also immortals. It didn't matter that they hadn't seen each other for hundreds of years, because there were still thousands or tens of thousands of years to meet again.

But Estia suddenly felt a sharp pain in her brain, and the image of a black-haired human girl appeared in her mind.

Ye Qingxian is an ordinary human being, and this is the first human friend she has made since birth.

If we simply swapped the races of Lysty and Fufuna, wouldn't they become her and Ye Qingxian?

Unfortunately, Ye Qingxian did not have the qualifications to become a witch, so she inevitably had to experience the birth, aging, sickness and death that ordinary humans experience.

Oh no! Does this mean Ye Qingxian will be dead a hundred years from now?

Estia suddenly scratched her hair, her strange action attracting the attention of the couple next to her.

"This young lady...this Miss Long is...Aestia?"

The witch named Lysty had heard of Estia's characteristics, and given the scarcity of dragons on the continent of Faya, she could easily recognize her.

What followed was a self-introduction. Estia first explained why she was there, and then asked about the relationship between Lysty and Fufuna.

“I wasn’t a witch before. Once I encountered a monster in the forest, and it was Fufuna who suddenly appeared and saved me. But at that time she was still a little black dragon.”

"So how did you two become friends?"

“I gave Fufuna some fruit that I picked from the tree, and that’s how we became friends.”

"It's that simple?"

"correct."

It seems that Fufuna has made it much easier to gain friendship with dragons.

“I was only 9 years old at the time, and Fufuna was only 11. Our friendship was genuine.”

"I understand."

Estia no longer had any doubts; it is easy for any race to develop pure feelings in their childhood.

"Speaking of which, why did you seem a bit frantic just now?"

"fine."

Estia clearly didn't want to explain, so Lysty didn't want to embarrass herself and started talking to Fufuna about what had happened over the years.

As the joy of seeing her fellow tribesmen gradually subsided, Estia decided to ask Fafnir where she was before preparing to say goodbye.

Estia didn't understand why that dragon elder had always been unwilling to see her. Now that she had even met her daughter, it was only natural for her to meet her as well.

"Excuse me for interrupting your conversation, Fufuna, where is your mother now?"

"Her? She's in the town center."