Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 150 I'm done
Leon really wants to rule Overwatch, so he cannot rule by tyranny. In this case, he must have a kind-hearted subordinate. Otherwise, if he hands all the management work to Cecilia, the green dragon, or the fire giant, Overwatch will sooner or later become a place where people live in misery and evil prevails, and it will never develop.

For the sake of the bronze dragon, Leon decided to release those adventurers. Even though those adventurers did kill many Molten Salamanders and were well-deserved executioners...the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. Broken limbs are not a big deal. The people can go, but all the weapons and equipment must be left behind.

Leon picked out a few things he liked, interesting gadgets, and gave the rest to the fire-melting salamanders, which he regarded as rewards and pensions. As for those fire-melting salamanders who took the things and presented them to the evil fire elemental prince Imich, leaving only a part of them, he was too lazy to care.

One of the reasons why Leon was too lazy to bother those adventurers for the Fire Molten Salamanders and looked down on them was that he firmly believed that as long as Imish gave the order, those Fire Molten Salamanders would definitely not mind rebelling against him.

"That red dragon actually let us go."

At this time, the group of adventurers were sitting on the small boat they took to the volcanic island and heading back to Watch Harbor. Each of them was only wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered their vital parts so as not to be too embarrassed. Although it was already very embarrassing, at least they saved their lives, and that was enough.

"That righteous, silly female knight turned out to be a bronze dragon." The wanderer was unhappy because of the heavy losses in this adventure. "At least they fought for a few minutes, giving us a chance to escape. But they pinned us to the ground as soon as we met... Even a bronze dragon can't beat a red dragon. It's too ugly."

“You are probably the kind of person who repays kindness with enmity.” The Elf Ranger curled up in a corner of the boat, his slightly wet long hair stained with sand and gravel, his strong back muscles covered with scars. Even in such a miserable state, he was still very charming. “If it weren’t for me, you would be in the red dragon’s belly now.”

"That red dragon is very special." The stalker has a flexible sense of morality. "If all else fails, I can choose to be his subordinate."

"But I think he looks down on you," the Elf Ranger taunted.

"That red dragon is really special. Even though it's so big, its scales are still as shiny as when it was a young dragon." The wizard was knowledgeable. "And have you noticed... a normal red dragon should be very clumsy. Bronze dragons are clumsy, but this one is very agile and can perform any difficult moves. It's like a big cat."

The Elf Ranger was a direct victim. He said with deep sympathy: "I have never heard of a dragon's tail being so flexible that it could wrap around my feet like a snake."

"He knows a lot of spells," the wizard said. "Even if he is a natural spellcaster, at that age, he hasn't even reached adulthood yet, so he shouldn't be able to master so many spells. And I've never seen his spells before. That invisibility spell doesn't leave footprints, and that lightning spell is neither a witch arrow, nor a lightning beam, nor a chain of lightning."

The barbarian sat shirtless on the bow, kicked the bard with his foot, and said, "Aren't you usually the most talkative? Are you devastated by the blow? It's okay, it's just some weapons and equipment. If they are lost, they are lost. The ability will not be lost. Just start over."

"I'm not depressed." The bard held his head, "I was just thinking... I heard him say that he was a ruby ​​dragon."

"Didn't he say it wasn't a ruby ​​dragon?" The Elf Ranger said, "He was trying to trick the bronze dragon."

"Then is it possible that he was lying when he said he was a red dragon? False is true and true is false." The bard's mind is often very flexible. "If he is a red dragon, have you ever seen a red dragon that is so easy to talk to? Normal red dragons are all explosive in temper, arrogant, vicious and vengeful. How can they negotiate like him?"

"I don't care. I don't care if he's a red dragon or not." The bard said, "In my story, he is a ruby ​​dragon."

"I also think it's more honorable to be defeated by a special ruby ​​dragon than by a red dragon." The Wanderer interjected.

"There's no shame in losing to a red dragon. Escaping from a red dragon's claws is worth bragging about for a month," the barbarian said. "So we shouldn't lie."

"I've already said it's a story." The bard looked up at the blue sky, "Art comes from life but is higher than life."

The bard insisted on making up a story about what happened today. It didn't matter whether people believed it or not, they could just treat it as a joke. Some people believed in the existence of ruby ​​dragons because of this, and they didn't care about finding a red dragon.

Leon didn't know yet what those adventurers he had just let go might bring him in the future, it could be good things or bad things. He followed Fiora, which was the name of the bronze dragon, to Watchport.

"Ms. Fiora, how come you have time to come here today?" Fiora is a well-known adventurer in Watch Harbor. She is full of justice and easy to fool. She is also beautiful and pleasing to the eye. The mayor is naturally familiar with her. "Have you investigated the matter of the volcano?"

Fiora glanced at Leon with a stern face.

"I came here specifically to resolve this matter." Leon smiled at the pot-bellied mayor, "I think we scared you by awakening the volcano. I'm really sorry."

Hearing Leon's words that seemed to be a sign of defeat, the mayor's expression changed almost immediately. He became arrogant and said, "Well, who are you, what is your purpose, and who ordered you to do that?"

Fiora grabbed the mayor's clothes and shook her head.

“Ms. Fiora, you are so easy to talk to.” The mayor sighed. He had to give the female knight face. “You don’t know how much trouble he has caused us. This matter absolutely cannot be let go.”

"I also think that this matter cannot be let go like that." Leon looked around, picked up a fruit from the table and took a bite, then sat down on the bench and crossed his legs. "Call all the people in Watch Harbor who can speak, and let's talk about compensation together." "Ms. Fiora, we made an appointment in advance, you can't speak." Leon reminded.

Fiora bit her lip hard.

The mayor actually called some people over. There were seven or eight of them, and it was unknown what their specific positions were, whether they were consultants, officials, or local celebrities.

"You are the one who is causing trouble?" The captain of the security team held the hilt of his sword and looked at Leon. He looked so handsome and didn't look like a bad guy. "Four people haven't come back yet. Are they dead or alive? You are responsible for this matter."

The tall and thin consultant wore a robe and had a hooked nose. He put his hands behind his back and touched the ring. He looked at Leon and said, "Do you know that we have hired adventurers several times for you, spending more than a thousand gold coins."

Leon finished eating the fruit, coughed, and when everyone looked over, he raised his hands to suppress the air and said, “Let me say a few words.”

"We woke up the volcano on the island, but it didn't cause an eruption, so we don't have any responsibility... It was you who were worried about the volcano erupting and endangering Watch Harbor." Leon paused, "You actually spent so much money to hire adventurers, that's your business."

"Not only did you land on the island without saying hello to me, but you also killed many of us... The Molten Salamanders are my loyal subordinates, and this matter cannot be let go like this." Leon continued.

"In summary, you must compensate me, at least one thousand gold coins." Leon said and stood up. "I have finished speaking. Who supports and who opposes?"

Instead of coming here to pay money and solve the problem, you are here to demand compensation?

"absurd!"

"Outrageous!"

“I object.” The thin man stood up and almost pointed at Leon’s nose. “You’ve caused so much trouble. It’s fine if you don’t want to pay us, but you still want us to pay you. It’s just a pipe dream.”

Leon glanced at the thin man, an ordinary person with no fighting ability. He stretched out his hand, used the magic of capturing objects to pull the thin man in front of him, and grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"Let go of the tax collector." The captain of security immediately drew his sword and pointed it at Leon. He then held his shoulders with both hands and chopped at Leon's arm. The recoil force made him feel like he was cutting steel and his arm was about to break. Leon's expression changed.

He was also an adventurer in his early years and had fought against trolls alone. Why is he so powerless now?

How strong is the opponent?
Leon threw the thin man to the ground and said, "Five thousand gold coins are compensation, and one thousand gold coins per month is protection money."

"Yes, it's protection money. Only one thousand gold coins a month, and I will be your patron saint, protecting your town from any threat." What Leon wanted was a complete city, not a ruin. Besides, there was no one around him now, and there was no way to manage the city if he took it away by force. It would be better to take it step by step, first appear as a patron saint, and then slowly take over step by step.

"Who are you?" The security captain frowned.

"Miss Fiora, who is he?" Someone turned his gaze to the female knight.

Fiora was silent for more than ten seconds, licked her dry lips, and slowly uttered a word: "Dragon."

"Dragon?" The captain of security was stunned. "Volcano... red dragon?"

"Mr. Red Dragon?" The mayor looked at Leon.

"What can I do for you?" Leon touched his hair.

"Nothing, nothing." The mayor said quickly.

“Well, the protection fee of one thousand gold coins…” The mayor came from the Golden Bank Chamber of Commerce and was born as a businessman. He dared to bargain, but when he found that Leon was staring at him, he swallowed his words and said, “Isn’t it a little too little?”

“Uh…” This time it was Leon’s turn to be a little confused, “Then I’ll give you some more?”

(End of this chapter)