Before returning to the Old Continent, David flew to the Silver Dragon Mage Tower in Saeolus City, as per his Dragon Dad's wishes.

Ever since the theft incident, the place had remained mostly empty, except for the basement. Only the long-distance telepathy array had not been dismantled.

Under the envious gaze of David and Tania, Attilicia unloaded treasures worth roughly 30,000 pounds from his demi-plane and also used the telepathy array to send a short message to Shalaina on Dragon Island.

David certainly knew that his Dragon Dad was having his childhood friend make another trip to the New Continent to help him carry the money back to his parents to pay off their debts, 2,000 pounds of which were to repay Shalaina. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as he asked, "Is that all there is to it? I thought you would personally visit Dragon Island again."

From what he understood, Dragon Dad had never returned to Dragon Island ever since he left as a young dragon.

David had even prepared excuses for how to politely decline Dragon Dad's offer to take him to Dragon Island for a visit.

But to his surprise, Attilicia gave him an irritated look upon hearing his question, "Go back? Now, to wait for the Dragon Court's judgment and a prison cell?"

"Ah, that..." David murmured, understanding dawning on him. "Fair enough."

David's head, still heated from the confrontation at Dewensen Academy, was just starting to cool down. He realized that, given the commotion he had caused at Dewensen, the High Elves might outwardly step back due to various concerns. However, with their pettiness, it would be strange if they didn't report this incident—or even his father Attilicia's smuggling of Anger Potion—to the Dragon Island authorities.

In fact, these things weren't a big deal by themselves. Which young Metal Dragon hadn't dabbled in some minor shady dealings? Selling arms was one thing; they didn't go around murdering and setting fires like the Chromatic Dragons.

After all, Attilicia had made quite a fortune over the years. By paying off his past debts and greasing some palms here and there, he figured it would probably just result in a few months of confinement.

But the problem was, Attilicia wasn't content. His tone even became somewhat flustered as he asked, "And didn't you say you had found a connection for the Evil Scale Fortress potion supplier?"

Joining them could mean not only continued earnings from potions but perhaps I could play some insignificant role in the coming dimensional warfare against the War God Faction. That way, I could also help Pafila a little… right? Attilicia thought.

However, David flatly denied any such thing, "Uh, I have no such underhanded connections. I only mentioned that the dimensional war would inevitably break out soon and that there's a good opportunity worth trying for."

"I..." Attilicia, shocked, glanced over at Yolanda, who shrugged nonchalantly, completely clueless. Suddenly, he felt an urge to curse. So my son has also learned to lead me on! At first, when I saw this young and wealthy Dragonkin Succubus with her impressive lineage, I thought she followed the same unconventional path as Pafila's ancestor Christoph. But it turned out it was just David's own wishful thinking, and here I was, agonizing and worrying about it for most of the day!

David, watching his conflicted Dragon Dad, patted his shoulder with the tip of his tail, tempting him like a devil, "But what certain fortunes are there in this world, waiting for us to simply pick up? And Dad, didn't you say seven years ago that you had reached a bottleneck, both in the realm of alchemy and in deciding your future path?"

"As far as I know, the Steel City of Dis on the second level of Barto Hell has one of the largest and most advanced military factories in the Multiverse. They are peerless in both metallurgy and potion-making. Even if we don't become suppliers for the Evil Scale Fortress, perhaps a 'visit' to that Steel City could broaden your horizons."

Hearing David's words, Yolanda also chimed in nonchalantly, "If we're just talking about a visit to the Dis military factory, my family could offer some trivial help."

"This…" Dragon Dad Attilicia still appeared incredulous. That's the production center of Barto Hell's core, after all! Isn't she worried about intellectual theft? Even a private Alchemy Workshop belonging to the Duke of Silver has a complete security system. It was only because of David's inexplicable abilities that he was able to learn the potion formulas within a mere week!

Yolanda smiled and said, "Our Succubus family has the favor of Lady Glaciya. We hold the mining rights to Malboggi copper from Barto, and we're also a mineral supplier for the second hell, Dis. This kind of request aligns with common sense and could be accommodated without violating the laws of the second hell, so it isn't difficult to get approved. If all else fails, I could also plead with the Duke of Dis, Disbart, for some leniency."

At these words, David's family, who had 'been poor all their lives,' were collectively astonished.

So, the family really does own a mine, David thought with a heavy sigh.

Jealousy.

Greed.

As for Attilicia, even though he had known this Succubus's heritage must indeed be formidable, he hadn't expected it to be colossal.

One must know that in Barto Hell, most Soul Shells transported there are pre-labeled due to prior deals with Devils. It's akin to ultra-long-distance Styx River express mail. Whoever it's meant for, it's for them; the Devil ferrymen on the Styx River who 'catch soul fish' earn little more than express shipping fees.