just the start of the problems.’ He shook his head and sprawled out on the sofa, completely forgetting that he was still covered in dust. ‘Let’s not talk about it.’ He waved his hand, trying to brush the subject aside. Although he’d have gladly complained about everything as a whole and each thing individually, there was little he could say. Essentially, apart from his visual impressions of Bushtabhar, he couldn’t say anything about his work.
‘I’m here.’ Draco appeared in the doorway, clutching an envelope.
He’s saving me again, Darius thought with amusement. He had to admit that the dragon had a talent akin to Oscar’s and always managed to turn up at the most opportune moment.
The boy nearly bumped into the table in his haste, but luckily he managed to avoid it at the last moment. He handed the letter to his master and stood there, waiting for his reaction. Bleist unfolded the page and quickly read through it, focusing mainly on the marks the dragon had achieved. They were very impressive, in some cases higher than Darius could have imagined.
‘You did brilliantly,’ he finally remarked. Once again, a broad smile lit up the reptile’s face. That alone would be enough to make it worth going back home. ‘There’s still the matter of Fenrir…’
‘I’ve already reported everything and ensured that the documents are being processed as a matter of priority,’ said the silent Oscar.
‘Very good. Thank you.’ Bleist yawned widely, feeling the call of his bed. ‘We’ll practise downstairs tomorrow to see what progress you’ve made in that regard, but for now, it’s time to get some sleep,’ he concluded with a weary smile.
