here is the chapter for the week, rouge was able to take some time and PR this.i also want to thank mejinzs for his proofread.

Without further ado, chapter 51

————————————Fafnir POV————————

“Why would I want murderous beetles in my bed?” I shouted at the book.

“What’s this about murderous bed bugs?” Ryan asked from the kitchen.

“According to this lovely book, most dragon species will form a symbiotic relationship with a type of large beetle, these beetles are hard to distinguish from coins and dragons place these in their hoard to have them clean off various parasites and keep the scales healthy and clean.” I recited from the book, “Why would I want flesh eating beetles anywhere near where I sleep?”

“I’m not surprised considering how long you take in the bathroom!” Ryan shouted from the kitchen, “When are you going to heat the lake-tub by the way? I hate taking cold baths.”

“Excuse me, I’m not a plumber. We’re lucky that there is running water at all” I grumbled as I continued to read the assigned materials, when the welcome interruption of a ringing bell reverberated throughout my lair.

“Uncle Therin’s here!” I heard Azazel squeal from her cavern. I gingerly placed a small slip of paper to mark my page and laid it next to my hoard. I stood and headed to meet with my elf.

“Can I get a hand here?” Therin yelled from the top of a loaded cart.

“What are you talking about, I know you can get all that stuff up there by yourself,” I joked as I landed next to the cart.

“Ha, ha, you overgrown lizard, this is all your junk, so take it away.” Therin grumbled as he jumped off the cart.

“That’s master overgrown lizard to you,” I teased as I started to ferry supplies up to my lair.

“Why is it that that you always take me in your claws?!” Therin screamed as I snatched the elf as I passed, leaving the empty cart and horse behind. With a few strokes of my powerful wings I dropped the screaming elf onto the ledge and entered my lair.

“Why can’t you make an easier way to get into your lair?” Therin grumbled as he pick himself off the floor and dusted himself off.

“Because I don’t want random vermin coming into my lair and breaking or stealing my stuff.” I replied.

“I have good news for whatever that human’s name is, I managed to get my hands on a translation stone.” The elf smiled as he pulled out a large earing.

“Wow,” I started to laugh, “wait until Ryan sees this.”

“That what the brat gets, after his last little prank.” Therin replies with a sadistic looking grin.

“You should let up on the kid though, it’s not his fault that he was accidently teleported here and every time a god comes around they leave before he can ask to be taken home.” I said looking at the elf.

“You seem to have a god or some other divine beast here every other day,” Therin replied as he grabbed one of the sacks and took it towards the kitchen. “How has he missed every single opportunity? You had that creepy guy here for over a week and Ryan could have asked then?”

“You have a point…” I mused, thinking of the sheer amount of deities that had invaded my lair as of late.

“Uncle Therin, did you get it?” Azazel asked as she ran into the kitchen.

“Get what?” I asked hearing about this for the first time.

“Well you’re in luck,” the elf smiled as he reached into one of the bags of food he dug around and pulled out a covered basket. Azazel dashed forward and snatched the basket out of the elf’s hands and ran into her room.

“What’s in that basket?” I asked, staring at the elf.

“It’s just a treat that Lilith would make every once and awhile.” Therin replied.

“Ok, so what’s the treat?” I asked not letting up on the point.

“It’s wyvern jer…” Therin stopped realizing what he just handed her, “Why would Lilith let her eat that?!”

“Probably for the same reason that Azazel has several outfits made from wyvern leather, to get under my skin.” I sighed wondering what that Nephilim was up to.

“Oh, speaking of Lilith, I had a most interesting conversation with a nephilim that failed to sneak into the city the other day” Therin said as he grabbed several large chunks of meat from the larder and places them into the stone counter.

“And by conversation you mean interrogation.” I replied as Therin started cooking.

“You know me too well,” he laughed as he grabbed a pot and filled it with water from the stream flowing along the wall of the kitchen.

“So what lovely information did you find out?” I asked with a grin.

“It seems that not all of the bird brains are good at direction.” He chuckled as he tossed some bean like things into the pot. “He got lost trying to confirm if you had returned.”

“This might be a chance to get Lilith back” I mumbled to myself, “though it might be more work than it’s worth.”

“Don’t bother,” Therin said as he placed the pot on the stove, “she’ll probably come to you Remember? Her original mission was to find and have you help the nephilim, and they don’t take failure well.”

“Well then,” I smile, “why don’t you tell them what they want to know, and then I can get my babysitter back?”

“You can’t fool me,” Therin laughed, “you grew fond of her didn’t you.”

“Not even close, Ryan is terrified of Azazel and just about everything else so he would not be the best of choices.”

“Right…” he replied with a smile, “speaking of Ryan, he has been trying to talk to me in the language you and Azazel speak in and I have no idea what he’s saying.”

“Yeah, I just learned about that a few days ago, he’s trying to get you to teach him magic.” I nervously chuckled.

“Oh right, I forgot that you have the translation brooch…” he replied as he stirred the pot on the counter.

“So do you think you could teach him?” I asked.

“I’ll see what I can do, but I don’t even know if he can use magic.” He replied as he put a lid on the pot.

“Just give it a try! I mean, he has been living with a giant mana source and he’s not dead so he just might be able to use it.” I replied.

“I could give it a try but can’t promise that it will be pain free,” he replied with a wicked smile.

“If he can’t learn magic then I will let you take him for sword training instead as I don’t know how long it will be until either I remember to ask one of the other’s to take him home or he works up the courage to ask them himself.”

“Dang, you almost sounded like me.” Therin replied with a large grin on his face, “I knew I was rubbing off on you.”

“It’s not so much that as he keeps waking me up freighted over small mammals.” I sighed as the smell of the stew started to permeate through the cavern.

“He’s your brother.” He replied stirring the stew.

“I know.” I sighed wondering what to do with my brother.

“Is dinner ready?” Azazel asked as she enter the kitchen.

“Almost, go get Ryan.” Therin replied as he took the pot off the improvised stove.

“Hey Ryan, good news Therin picked a translation stone,” I said as Ryan and Azazel entered the kitchen.

“Really?” he asked as he perked a bit.

“Yes though there is only one small problem.” I said as I picked the earring off the table, “You need to get your ear pierced.”

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