Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 412: Tiamat's Move
When Leon first left Watch Harbor for the Astral Plane, the Brass Dragon was leading the efreeti enslaved fire giants running around the Lost Plateau, transforming the Lost Plateau according to Leon's requirements.

Now that Lyon has returned from a bloody battle in Avernus, they are still busy in the Lost Plateau.

After spending several days to satisfy everyone... and mainly to satisfy him, Leon finally had time to care about the progress of the project to transform the volcanic island from a Feng Shui treasure land into a paradise? It seemed that one third of it had not been completed yet, and it would take at least two years.

Tassela, Cecilia, Fiora, and Saloves... Forget Angelista. Leon brought gifts for everyone, and did not forget his tiefling apprentice, Pella. He got the Everburning Blade from the forge in Bell.

Pella has long gray hair that reaches her waist, smooth and delicate light gray skin, and a tall and slender figure. If you ignore the pair of small horns on her forehead, she has the temperament of a female swordsman.

When Pera was performing sword-wielding on the beach - she had received instruction from Leon and had made rapid progress in the early stages, soon gaining strength comparable to that of a fire giant, but her progress had slowed down now - Leon was lying on a beach chair next to her, watching the sword light draw graceful arcs in the air, as if to check his progress.

"Your moves are quite proficient..."

"I wonder how good your theoretical foundation is?"

Leon's swordsmanship is not entirely dependent on the golden finger, there are still some explanations, saying: "Your swordsmanship is already pretty good, I don't know how about other aspects... Let me test you, what is the weakness of the troll?"

Pera had just sheathed her sword when she heard Leon's question. She froze in place, her lips moving but she couldn't answer.

"You need to practice swordplay and read books. You can read books while practicing swordplay, and you can't fall behind in cultural studies." Leon didn't make it difficult for Pera, and waved his hand, "Sixty points is just a passing score."

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

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the coconut leaves, casting dappled shadows on his face.

"Something?" he asked suddenly, his eyes still closed.

"It's nothing... I was just wandering around out of boredom and happened to walk here." Isili walked to Leon's side, "I didn't expect you to care so much about your apprentice..."

"Not bad." Leon replied nonchalantly.

In his eyes, although Pera had decent talent, her upper limit was limited - unless she could master the magical power of Samadhi True Fire. However, the biggest advantage of this tiefling girl was that she was obedient, which made her much less troublesome than those dragons with flamboyant personalities.

Isili's long silver hair fluttered in the sea breeze. She said, "This is the first time I've seen a dragon give a gift to someone else." She knew Leon was different, so she added meaningfully, "I heard that your aesthetic taste is more inclined towards humanoids? Pella is indeed very beautiful."

In Cecilia's eyes, tieflings were inferior to humans. In order to prove Pera's obedience, she once made excessive demands. Leon had seen Pera's body. Not only was her face beautiful, but her body was also good. He suddenly remembered that the protagonists of the games he played before crossing over were almost all female tieflings, because female tieflings were the most beautiful.

"It's just a sword." Leon said with a smile, "Don't be so imaginative."

"Then why don't you give me a gift?" Isili raised her chin.

"She is my apprentice," Leon said, "Who are you to me?"

"As long as you're willing to give me gifts, I can be whoever you want me to be." Isili said half-truthfully.

“Really?” Leon became interested, “Including the bed warmer?”

"That depends on how much you give me." Isili counted on her fingers in a serious manner, "If it's one million gold coins, I can consider it."

If a dragon is willing to give one million gold coins, the dragon that can give one million gold coins is definitely not ordinary. Isilie believes that she will be moved. Leon's eyes swept over the silver-haired girl. Her delicate face was indeed good, and her figure was slightly better than Cecilia's, but limited. He said: "With your level, ten thousand gold coins is the maximum."

Isili noticed Leon's gaze, crossed her arms over her chest, and said, "Color Dragon."

Leon curled his lips in disapproval and closed his eyes again to enjoy the sunshine.

Bahamut, the platinum dragon, is the patron saint and ancestor of metallic dragons. He is stern and persevering, hates evil, and will not tolerate any offensive behavior by evil creatures. He is the exact opposite of Tiamat. One is lawful good, the other chaotic evil. One lives high on Mount Heaven, and the other is imprisoned in the Nine Hells.

Bahamut sent a messenger, Siarje, who then found Isilie, hoping to influence the Red Dragon's camp through the metal dragon beside the Red Dragon. Isilie would never force any of her people to make sacrifices. Isilie had complete free will and could make choices as she pleased.

Although her aunt supported it and His Majesty Bahamut did not object, as a teenage dragon, Isilie admitted that she had a crush on the red dragon... That red dragon was almost perfect except for being a red dragon. It was strong and charming, and most importantly, it was rich and generous, but that was all. She could not imagine her being bullied by the red dragon.

Isili was lost in thought, feeling a little worried.

I hope I won’t lose sleep thinking about the Red Dragon again today.

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Bahamut will not ask the little silver dragon to do anything it is unwilling to do, but Tiamat is different. He will try every possible means to coerce, bribe, suppress, and trick people into obeying him.

It was deep in a lush forest.

There was a black dragon standing next to the small pond.

Traditional black dragons often have deep and wide nostrils, a pair of segmented horns that bend forward and downward, horns like rotting bones, and facial muscles that gradually peel away with age, as if corroded by acid, leaving only a few layers of skin covering the skull, so that it looks like a skeleton dragon.

This black dragon is completely different—

Her face looked full of health, her body was full and powerful, her scales were shiny black, there was no acidic mucus dripping from her mouth, and she did not smell like rotten vegetation and sewage. She did not look like a black dragon at all. She was undoubtedly an alien black dragon.

Among all colored dragons, black dragons are known for their brutality and barbarity, but the eyes of the black dragon in front of him unexpectedly had a bit of clarity.

Perhaps it was because of her abnormal body shape—she had a huge body comparable to that of a red dragon or a blue dragon just after she reached adulthood. Her powerful strength made her smooth sailing all the way, and her personality was naturally not as twisted, dark, and vicious as her compatriots. Or perhaps it was just her nature...

"I'm not interested in red dragons." The black dragon lowered his head and stared at his reflection in the water.

"If it's for your majesty..." The black dragon stretched out its claws, and the tips of its claws scraped across the water, shattering the reflections. It muttered to itself, "I am willing to serve, because I am your majesty's sharp teeth and claws."

"I promise to complete the mission."

The black dragon spread its wings and flew up.

(End of this chapter)