I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 145 A Piece of Advice from Puse (3k)

Pu Se raised an eyebrow and shrunk in size.

The moment Sofia heard the knock on the door, her heart clenched, and she instantly stopped crying.

After picking up the staff that had fallen to the ground, a pale blue magical light emanated from the magic scepter.

An invisible [Mage's Hand] appeared and moved rapidly within the tower.

Use healing magic to restore the wooden table that had been crushed to pieces by Puse's massive body.

The scattered parchment scrolls and ink bottles were neatly arranged, and even the quill pen that had fallen to the ground was gently picked up and placed next to the inkstone.

In just a few breaths, the mess disappeared without a trace.

The door was then gently pushed open.

The maid Vera entered carrying a gilded tray, on which lay warm black tea and fragrant honey cakes.

Her gaze swept over the fragmented chaos inside the tower, somewhat surprised, before finally landing on Pusser on the table, her eyes filled with curiosity.

The strange creature in front of me, covered in dark blue scales, looked like a peculiar blue lizard, and was strangely small as it curled up on the table.

"Lady Sophia." The maid gently placed the tray on the cleaned stone table, her eyes still glancing at Puse, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this—?"

Sofia's heart pounded, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "Oh, this is my good friend, who has come to visit from afar. He—"

He was also a dragon.

Upon hearing this, Puse's dragon head turned slightly to the side, his deep blue vertical pupils glancing at her, but he didn't utter a word to expose her.

The maid's eyes lit up upon hearing this. She leaned closer to take a closer look, her face full of curiosity, though she still looked somewhat confused.

"So this is also a noble dragon. This is the first time I've seen one. I didn't expect it to be so small."

In her mind, dragons should be enormous creatures, and the "blue lizard" in front of her was so different from what she had imagined.

Sophia chuckled twice, afraid that Puse would be angered by her words or say something he shouldn't, and quickly changed the subject.

"Vera, just put the tea and snacks down."

The maid placed the black tea and pastries on the table, then, remembering the townspeople outside, bowed and asked, "Lady Sophia, those people who came to express their gratitude are still waiting. Would you like to see them?"

Sophia glanced out the window, then at Puse beside her, and nodded: "Yes, let them in."

The maid responded with a "Yes," then glanced curiously at Pu Se before quietly slipping out and closing the door behind her.

The moment the door closed, Sofia's tense back slumped slightly.

The townspeople filed in, carrying freshly ground wheat flour, freshly baked wheat cakes, and several bunches of dried herbs.

They chattered about this year's harvest, their eyes filled with reverence and gratitude for Sofia.

Sophia forced herself to remain composed, sitting in the main seat and responding gently, but her fingertips always gripped her staff, her eyes never leaving the dark blue figure at the corner of the table.

Pu Se curled up there, his vertical pupils half-closed, seemingly lazy, yet like a sharp blade hanging over his head.

The townspeople thanked her profusely for a long time before bowing and leaving after Sofia's gentle words of comfort.

The moment the door closed, her tense nerves completely relaxed, only to be enveloped by an even deeper sense of powerlessness.

She silently rose, walked to the deepest chamber of the mage tower, and conjured ice magic at her fingertips to unlock the layers of rune locks.

The stone door slid open slowly, revealing countless treasures inside, all the fruits of her labor from childhood to adolescence.

Sophia stood at the door of the secret room, her silver-gray eyes filled with reluctance, her fingertips gently tracing a piece of ice marrow crystal.

In the end, she gritted her teeth, waved her mage's hand, gathered all the treasures and alchemical materials, and handed them to Puse, not daring to look him in the eye.

Puse raised its dragon head, sniffed lightly to make sure there was nothing hidden inside, and then poked the silver-haired girl with its dragon claw.

abdomen.

"Stop pretending and immediately vomit up all the treasures and materials inside your belly."

Sophia looked up abruptly, her ears turning red, staring at Puse in disbelief: "You—how did you know I was hiding something in my stomach?"

When Pu Se saw her like this, he lazily raised his eyes, looking at her as if she were a fool who didn't know the rules.

Dragons have a natural preference for hiding their most precious treasures in their stomachs.

It was a natural storage place, hidden and safe, far more reliable than any container in the outside world.

The silver dragon in front of us has accumulated years of hard work, storing it all outside instead of inside its stomach—that's the abnormal thing.

Sophia's cheeks flushed as he stared at her, all her hopes shattered. She bit her lip, closed her eyes with a look of resentment, her throat bobbing slightly, and a faint silvery light emanated from her body.

A moment later, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, bent down and spat out two things enveloped in a pale blue magical aura.

It was a star-fused bead the size of a pigeon's egg.

The pearl is pure white, with tiny starlight seemingly flowing inside, and a warm, magical power spreads when touched.

This substance originates from the astral plane; it can nourish dragon scales and stabilize magic power during breakthroughs, making it crucial for dragons' ascension.

A treasure from that period.

The other item was a finger-length branch of cold-hearted wood, its body an ice-blue color, with a layer of frost as thin as a cicada's wing on its surface.

Born beside a thousand-year-old ice vein in the frigid abyss of the far north, it is the core material for forging ice-type artifacts.

It can greatly amplify the power of ice magic and also resist the erosion of fire magic.

For a dragon like the Silver Dragon, which is skilled in ice magic, it is a rare and precious item that is hard to come by.

These were all treasures that Sophia had hidden deep inside her dragon pouch, intending to save them as her trump card for breaking through to adulthood.

Now she was forced to hand it over. Her eyes were downcast, filled with heartache and resentment, but she dared not lash out.

Pu Se leaned closer, sniffing lightly, and gently played with the Star-Melting Pearl and the Cold Heart Wood Branch on the stone table with his dragon claws, extremely satisfied with these two privately treasured items.

He shook his head, opened his dragon mouth, first rolled the Star Fusion Pearl into his mouth, then swallowed it gently into his stomach for storage.

He glanced up at Sophia, who had her eyes downcast, and asked listlessly, "Do you waste all your time on these humans?"

Sophia's silver-gray eyes churned with resentment, but she waited until her anger and indignation subsided before saying, "This is not a waste."

"Watching them go from starvation to a stable life, watching the mountain city gradually rise, and watching these people strive to grow for a better life is a very interesting thing in itself."

The blue dragon then picked up the cold-hearted wood branch and swallowed it along with the thin layer of ice.

He gathered all the scattered treasures and alchemical materials to his mouth, swallowing them whole, regardless of whether they were magic crystals or ice marrow crystals.

The scales on its abdomen swelled slightly, indicating its satiation.

"As expected of a silver dragon, it has a natural affinity for humanoid creatures, and even a particular fondness for these short-lived species."

He propped his head up, his tone even more mocking: "Unfortunately, it's all meaningless. You are too weak, and the humans you are trying so hard to protect are even weaker and more vulnerable."

"Their destruction is only a matter of time. Everything you're doing now is a waste of time from beginning to end."

Sofia looked bewildered and asked, puzzled, "Why was it destroyed?"

"Right now, everything is thriving, everyone is trying to survive, and everything is moving in a positive direction. The Knights dare not set foot here easily because of me—"

She simply couldn't understand how the peace and security she felt before her could vanish in the blink of an eye in the mouth of this blue dragon.

Pu Se lazily flicked its tail, its belly scales still slightly bulging from swallowing a bag full of treasures.

For the sake of the treasure, give her a few words of advice and expose her wishful thinking.

"You have only intimidated the Knights of the Crimson Empire, not the Crimson Empire itself."

He paused, then revealed the truth behind it: "Those knight orders are all composed of mid-level professionals, and their strength is extremely formidable."

"But if we really want to defeat you, this young silver dragon, we will definitely have to pay a heavy price."

"They naturally wouldn't do something that would be a losing proposition. In this situation, the only option is to report to the Empire and wait for instructions."

At this point, he looked up at Sophia, the mockery gone from his deep blue vertical pupils.

"Let me tell you, the only reason you can peacefully guard this mountain city is because the legendary powerhouses and heroic figures of the Crimson Empire are too busy to deal with you."

"Once they free up their hands and decide to get rid of you, this eyesore of a silver dragon, you won't even have a chance to react, and you won't be far from death."

The Empire viewed Sophia's confrontation with the Crimson Knights as a deliberate provocation.

When it comes to actually making a move, they will never give Sofia any chance to escape. They will only look for an opportunity to kill her with one blow, doing it cleanly and discreetly.

If the plan is meticulous, it would be best to keep it completely hidden from the outside world. Even if there are any flaws and the news of the massacre of the benevolent dragon gets out, it doesn't matter at all.

At that time, all that is needed is to make the silver dragon's provocation public, and everyone will think that the silver dragon was the one who provoked them first.

The Crimson Empire.

Their actions were merely a forced counterattack, which was perfectly reasonable. The idea that the benevolent dragons could unite for revenge was completely unfounded.

Sofia stood frozen in place, seemingly deep in thought, endlessly deducing what she was thinking. Her confusion and bewilderment gradually transformed into a chill that made her tremble.

She now truly understands that the peace she has been guarding is nothing but an illusion built on a knife's edge; the judgment has only yet to come.

That knife remained firmly in the hands of the Crimson Empire, waiting only for the moment when the other side was willing to lay it down.

Sophia bit her lip and asked Puse expectantly, "Then—is there any way to save this mountain town, to save these people?"

She knew she was in grave danger, yet she couldn't let go of the humans below the tower who saw her as their salvation, nor could she abandon the peace she had guarded for so long.

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Pu Se's deep blue vertical pupils, which then turned into a deep indifference, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

He looked at the silver dragon in front of him, which was still worried about the safety of others even at this moment, and didn't even bother to give a single word of response.

They are all barely able to protect themselves, on the verge of death, yet they still care about these weak, short-lived species. It is utterly foolish.

They'll learn to behave once they get beaten up or die.

"Just wait to die."

He coldly uttered those three words and then looked at Sophia again.

The dragon swayed slightly, unfurled its small wings, and with each flap, a gust of wind arose as it flew straight toward the open windowsill.

In just a few breaths, the dark blue figure swept out of the mage tower, turning into a small dot in the sky, and disappeared into the clouds in an instant.

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