On the second day, Andrew woke up early as usual. When he pushed open the door, he saw Christina squatting by the stove, with soot smudged on her face, looking dirty and disheveled.
"You... you wait a bit longer. I'm trying to light the fire without using dragon form. It's quite difficult."
Andrew sighed helplessly and smiled, "No need to rush, take your time. We won't go to the adventurer guild this morning. I have some other matters to attend to."
"So... should I go alone? Or should I stay home alone?"
"You can come with me to handle the business."
"Really?" Christina was overjoyed, her expression so delighted that Andrew was somewhat taken aback.
Sometimes, Andrew actually felt quite sympathetic towards Christina. Before meeting him, how much suffering had this lost dragon gone through? *If he left, she might return to her original life.*
