After I cultivated immortality, I discussed the theory of lifespan with a long-lived spirit.

Chapter 123 Dragon Girl Robber

Two hundred kilometers away from Watchtower, Dragonthroat Fortress.

Ovira Shadowflame sat on her throne. She had long, jet-black hair, and a pair of small dragon horns protruded from the top of her head.

She had a slender waist, but her chest appeared rather thin.

Her figure was as petite as those dragon horns; she was only 1.5 meters tall and looked tiny.

Below the throne, Dragon Keep's butler, Lysen, led a group of ferocious-looking, menacing dragonborn servants, who bowed respectfully to her.

The daughter of Stormthroat, of noble dragonblood, a fourth-tier dragonspeaker, lord of Dragonthroat Keep, a quiet sleeping beauty—and an innocent puppet.

Just then, a black raven swooped in through the window, landed lightly in Ovira's palm, and then vanished in a phantom.

Ovie stretched languidly, her beautiful face still carrying a hint of sleepiness. She looked at the butler, Lysen, and said in a light tone, "Mr. Lysen, my little one has spotted a supply convoy! Quickly, mobilize the troops; this time I'll personally lead the charge to take them down! Father will be delighted!"

Butler Lysen bowed and said, "Miss Ovira, why trouble yourself with such a trivial matter? I will send a dragon squad to handle it later."

"No!" Ovira jumped up from her throne, saying, "You'll just kill them all! I'm going myself this time, to show my father's mercy!"

A faint smile played on Leisen's lips as he bowed and said, "As you wish, Miss Ovira."

Black Rock Canyon.

It had been eight days since Lin'er escorted the grain convoy away from Blackrock Outpost. Although they encountered a few wild monsters along the way, none posed a real threat to the convoy.

I don't know if it's because Illulian revealed her presence, but we haven't encountered a single monster of rank two or higher. The only thing that requires our attention is the rugged and difficult road.

Fortunately, there was an earth mage present. When they encountered mud pits or puddles, they could summon soil to fill them in, and then Helena with her heavy shield would strike a few times to solidify the road.

At this moment, the caravan manager, Walter, approached and said, "Lord Lin'er, Blackrock Canyon is just ahead, about three kilometers long. After passing through here, it will take another two days to reach Watchtower City."

Lin Er looked up—the canyon ahead was flanked by towering cliffs, with only a few shrubs clinging to the crevices. The valley floor was no more than seven or eight meters wide, completely shrouded in the shadows cast by the mountains.

A chilling wind swept in from the depths of the canyon, whistling softly. The terrain looked like a natural ambush point.

Lin Er turned to look at Ilulian and said, "Sister Ilulian, why don't you fly up and take a look?"

Illulian nodded and summoned the dragon eagle to take flight.

She circled over the canyon for a moment to scout, then quickly returned.

"I didn't find any suspicious enemies nearby, only a few black crows perched on the branches of the cliff, which I scared away."

Lin Er said in a deep voice, "Then let's hurry over there."

Helena, the heavy shield bearer, couldn't wait any longer and quickly led her men to the front to clear the way. The entire grain transport team continued their journey, entering the canyon in a grand procession.

Everything went very smoothly when we passed through the middle of the canyon.

Just as the grain convoy was about to cross the canyon, Ilulian's expression suddenly changed, and she looked up at the sky.

"It looks like something flew over."

"Sister, go and see what it is." Lin Er's expression instantly turned serious, and she called over the caravan manager, Walter, and asked him to urge the drivers to leave the valley quickly.

The grain wagons were already loaded with a large amount of grain, and after so many days of hard work, even with the drivers cracking their whips, the horses' speed didn't increase much.

Lin Er looked up at the sky and saw more than ten flying dragons approaching from afar. Their forelimbs extended their broad wing membranes and beat powerfully.

The dragon has thick legs, sharp claws that tighten when gliding, and a long tail that sways in the wind.

In the center of this group of dragons, surrounded by a black-haired girl. She wore a black and purple gothic dress, and had a pair of delicate wings at her waist. She flew at a slightly slower pace than the dragons around her.

Above, Illusion rode her dragon eagle, her delicate brows furrowed, refraining from rashly attacking the black-haired girl.

Ovira flew to a spot not far from Ilulian, hovering in mid-air, and waved for the dragon horde to retreat. She looked at them in surprise: "Aren't you just an ordinary supply convoy? How come you have a fourth-tier transcendent?"

"So, you're here to rob me?"

Ilulian's gaze sharpened, and she drew the twin swords from her back.

Ovira quickly raised her hand to stop them, saying, "Wait, I didn't bring any weapons with me this time, please don't make a move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a wind blade pierced through the air and struck.

Ovira hastily raised her hand to block, then chanted a dragon's tongue, and black dragon scales appeared on her arm.

With a clang, a shallow mark was left on the dragon scale.

Upon seeing this, Ilulian's face darkened, and she said, "You hybrid actually have dragon blood."

"What nonsense are you talking about! I'm a pure-blooded dragon!" Ovira touched her arm tenderly, gently blowing on the wound, and said angrily, "Besides, you hurt me just now! If you hit me again, I'll really get angry!"

Ilulian narrowed her eyes, her expression becoming somewhat subtle.

But then Ovira changed the subject: "Since we're evenly matched, let's not fight, shall we? You give me half of your food, and I'll leave immediately. That's fair, isn't it?"

Ilulian glanced at the dragons eyeing Ovira, all of which were third-tier transcendents, and then she couldn't help but look at Lin Er out of the corner of her eye.

She wasn't afraid of Ovira, but she wasn't confident she could take her down in a short time, and if a fight broke out, she wouldn't be able to take care of Lin Er.

More important than the food was Lin'er's safety.

Auvila keenly caught her gaze and immediately locked it onto Lin Er: "Aha~ I see, you can't make the decision, right? Then I'll talk to that person!"

Without hesitation, she swooped down and landed lightly on the ground.

Despite her petite stature and lovely appearance, the surrounding rickshaw drivers turned pale upon seeing her and scrambled back to avoid her.

Ovira covered her mouth and chuckled, not attacking the civilians. She walked straight to Lin'er and gave an elegant bow: "Hello, my name is Ovira Shadowflame, the lord of Dragonthroat Keep, daughter of Stormthroat—"

After rattling off a string of titles, she finally got to the point, saying, "You must be in charge of this grain transport team, right? You guys really pulled something off this time. Since we're evenly matched, instead of a lose-lose situation, how about we go with my suggestion?"

[You have encountered a female bandit who has transformed into a dragon and proposed to split the provisions equally. You have discovered that this female bandit is basically harmless. Please drive her away as soon as possible. Reward: 10 low-grade spirit stones.]

Basically harmless?

Lin Er scrutinized Ovira. Indeed, her robbery tactics were like playing house.

Seeing Lin Er remain silent, Aurelia quickly clasped her hands together and pleaded earnestly, "Please! I really want to make Father happy just this once—"

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