Chapter 417: Chapter 411: Tiamat Makes a Move

When Leon first left Watchtower Port for the Star Realm, the Brass Dragon was busy with the Efreeti enslaving Fire Giants on the Lost Plateau, transforming the Lost Plateau as per Leon’s request.

Now that Leon has returned from a bloody battle in Aphnas, they are still busy on the Lost Plateau.

After spending several days satisfying everyone… mainly himself, Leon finally found the time to check on the progress of transforming the Volcanic Island from a treasure trove of feng shui into a Cave Heaven Blessed Land. It looked like only a third was completed, and it would take another two years to finish.

Tassera, Cecilia, Fiora, and even Salovis… forget about Anglistra, Leon brought gifts for everyone and did not forget his Tiefling apprentice—Pella. That Ever-burning Blade was something he swiped from Bell’s forging factory.

Pella had waist-length gray hair, smooth, delicate ash-gray skin, a tall and slender figure, and if you overlooked the small horns on her forehead, she had quite a bit of a sword fairy’s aura.

When Pella performed Sword Control Technique on the beach—having received Leon’s teachings, she advanced rapidly in the early stages, gaining strength comparable to a Fire Giant in no time; her progress has slowed down now—Leon lay on a beach chair nearby watching her sword, observing the sword light trace elegant arcs in the air, considering it a homework check.

“Your moves are quite proficient…”

“I wonder about your theoretical foundation?”

Leon’s Sword Control Technique wasn’t all about the Golden Finger, there were some theories involved. He said, “Your Sword Control Technique is pretty good, I wonder about your knowledge in other areas… Let me quiz you, what is the weakness of a Troll?”

Pella had just sheathed her sword when she heard Leon’s question, froze in place, her lips moved but she couldn’t answer.

“It’s good to practice swordsmanship, but you should also read books. Besides practicing swordsmanship, you can read some books; don’t neglect your cultural studies.” Leon didn’t make it difficult for Pella, waved his hand dismissively, “Sixty points, that’s just passing.”

After Pella left, Leon continued to lazily lie on the beach chair.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the coconut leaves, casting dappled shadows on his face.

“Something on your mind?” he asked suddenly, his eyes still closed.

“Nothing… I was just wandering around out of boredom and happened to end up here.” Isily strolled to Leon’s side, “I didn’t expect you to care so much about your apprentice.”

“Not really.” Leon replied nonchalantly.

In his eyes, although Pella had some talent, her potential was limited—unless she could master some divine skill like Samadhi True Fire. However, the biggest advantage of this Tiefling girl was her obedience, much more well-behaved compared to the flamboyant Dragon Province.

Isily’s silver hair fluttered in the sea breeze, she said, “It’s my first time seeing a Dragon Clan member gift someone something.” She knew very well that Leon was different and added with meaningful undertones, “I heard your aesthetics lean more towards humanoids? Pella is indeed very pretty.”

In Cecilia’s eyes, Tieflings were inferior. To prove Pella’s obedience, she had once made some excessive demands. Leon had seen Pella’s body, which was not only pretty but also very nice, suddenly recalling the games he played before transmigrating, where almost all protagonists were female Tieflings because female Tieflings were the most beautiful.

“It was just a sword.” Leon said amusingly, “Don’t let your imagination run so wild.”

“Then why don’t I see you giving me gifts?” Isily raised her chin.

“She’s my apprentice.” Leon said, “What are you to me?”

“If you’re willing to give gifts, I can be anyone you want.” Isily said half-seriously.

“Really?” Leon became intrigued, “Even a bed-warming maid?”

“That depends on how much you give.” Isily pretended to count earnestly on her fingers, “For a million Gold Coins, I might consider it.”

If there was a dragon willing to give a million Gold Coins, the dragon able to produce such wealth would be extraordinary, and Isily believed she would be persuaded.

Leon scanned the silver-haired girl, her exquisite face was indeed nice, her figure slightly better than Cecilia’s but not by much, and said, “At your level, ten thousand Gold Coins at most.”

Isily noticed Leon’s gaze, crossed her arms to protect her chest, and said, “Lustful dragon.”

Leon indifferent, pursed his lips, and closed his eyes again to enjoy the sunshine.

The Platinum Dragon Bahamut was the guardian and ancestor of Metal Dragons, stern and resolute, hating evil deeply, never tolerating any offensive acts by evil beings, completely opposite to Tiamat—one is lawful good, the other chaotic evil, one resides high on Heavenly Mountain, while the other is imprisoned in the Nine Prisons.

Bahamut dispatched Envoy Siajie, who sought out Isily, hoping to influence the Red Dragon’s alignment through the Metal Dragon near it, without compelling any citizens to make sacrifices. Isily possessed complete free will to make choices as she pleased.

Though supported by her grandmother and not opposed by Lord Bahamut, Isily, a teenage dragon, acknowledged she had a slight admiration for the Red Dragon… Apart from the fact that the Red Dragon was indeed a Red Dragon, it was almost flawless—strong and charismatic, importantly wealthy and generous—but that was it, she couldn’t imagine a scenario where she was bullied by the Red Dragon.

Isily daydreamed with some anxiety.

Hoping not to lose sleep over the Red Dragon once more tonight.

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Bahamut would never ask a little Silver Dragon to do anything unwillingly, unlike Tiamat, who would go to any lengths—coerce, entice, suppress, deceive—to make others obey.

In a flourishing forest’s depths.

Beside a small pond stood a Black Dragon.

Traditional Black Dragons often have deeply sunken and wide nostrils, a pair of segmented horns curved forward and downward, like rotten bone ram horns; as they age, the facial muscles gradually peel away as if corroded by acid, leaving only a few layers of skin covering the skull, making them look like Skull Dragons.

This Black Dragon was completely different—

Her face looked full of health, her body robust and powerful, her scales jet-black and shiny, her mouth didn’t ooze acidic mucus, nor did she smell like rotten vegetation and sewage, completely unlike a Black Dragon, undoubtedly an atypical Black Dragon.

Among all Colorful Dragons, Black Dragons are notoriously savage and brutal, yet the gaze of this Black Dragon held unexpected clarity.

Perhaps it was due to her somewhat unusual physique—barely reaching adulthood yet possessing a massive physique comparable to a Red or Blue Dragon, her formidable power allowing her a smooth journey, hence cultivating a character not twisted, dark, or malevolent like her kin, or perhaps it was simply her nature…

“I have no interest in some Red Dragon.” the Black Dragon lowered her head, gazing at her reflection in the water.

“If it were for His Majesty…” The Black Dragon extended her claw, skimming the water’s surface, shattering the reflection, murmuring, “I am willing to serve, for I am His Majesty’s sharp teeth and claws.”

“I guarantee to complete the mission.”

The Black Dragon spread her wings and soared up.