Crossing the true dragon realm, and you call me Little Locke?

What struck and killed the female wanderer was naturally Shuoyang's lightning breath.

He was enjoying the show from the sky when the female wanderer suddenly tried to attack his teammate.

He had some ulterior motives, so he spoke up to save the person.

When the charred corpse splattered across the bard's face, leaving them all stunned and speechless.

The sun, rising majestically from the sky, slowly descended.

His bright yellow snake body meandered, his bluish-green bronze horns stood out, and his colorful beard fluttered.

He looked a bit disheveled and rather pathetic.

"...."

The fear was dispelled by the dust, even for the worldly-wise bard.

They could only ignore the dust on Shuoyang's face and the mud in his beard.

He quickly composed himself, suppressing a variety of emotions including doubt, anger, and sadness.

Adopting a humble and subservient posture, he expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your help, my lord."

"Please allow me to perform a song for you as a token of my gratitude...!?"

"Stop," Shuoyang interrupted him.

He stared at the bard, somewhat puzzled, wondering why he, such a large dragon, was like this.

Even without using Dragon's Might, the reaction shouldn't be so calm, right?

But he was always too lazy to investigate the details, and he realized that his attempt to show off had failed.

He then spread out his paws and extended them to the bard.

He only uttered one word: "Money!"

In this situation, the wandering poet naturally understood immediately.

He immediately took out his wallet, looked at it, concealed the reluctance in his eyes, and hung it on Shuoyang's fingertips.

Shuoyang picked it up and shook it, listening to the sound.

I found only twelve gold dragons and twenty-three silver shields in my wallet. It's better than nothing, I suppose!

Only after he put away the payment did he get down to business.

He looked at the tefling mage and asked softly, "You want to kill my sheep?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it nearly scared the monk Tiflin to death.

She lacked the composure and courage of a wandering poet.

Seeing Shuoyang staring at him, the monk Tiflin's legs went weak and his crotch became wet.

I wonder what kind of brain circuit she has?

She actually blurted out, "Can you burn me to death with your dragon breath?"

"It is that blazing, beautiful flame that bursts forth."

"What the hell!?"

Shuoyang was completely bewildered by her; he tried to scare her but ended up being scared himself.

Seeing the blushing face and eager eyes of the monk Tiflin, he took two steps back without making a sound.

Fortunately, the bard was a normal person, and he quickly shielded the monk Tiflin behind him.

He got her purse, gave her a wink, and signaled the dwarf warrior to hold her down.

He held the monk Tiflin in his hands and brought him to Shuoyang.

He spoke up to defend himself, saying, "My lord, she is so captivated by your imposing figure that she's lost her mind. Please ignore her."

"It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. That damned spy framed us."

"This is a small apology; please accept it."

Shuoyang did not refuse; he took the wallet and weighed it in his hand.

He had a full thirty gold dragons, making him much richer than that wandering poet.

The mage, Natiflin, was still somewhat dissatisfied. She glared at her teammate who was holding her down, seemingly regretting that she hadn't been able to personally experience the fire dragon's breath.

Upon seeing this, Shuoyang took two steps back.

He had just called over the wandering poet and asked, "What's your name?"

"I……!?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in the bard's eyes.

Upon seeing this, Shuoyang immediately warned, "Don't even think about giving a false name."

"A true dragon can smell a lie. If you don't want to die, you'd better behave yourself."

Upon hearing this, the wandering poet looked horrified.

In his mind, he was furiously complaining: "Who the hell can smell a lie? You're just blatantly lying!"

But in the end, it was deterred by the power of Shuoyang.

He honestly replied, "My name is Melanthers, sir."

"Yes, Melanthers."

Shuoyang had no doubts; since he couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood anyway, he simply assumed it was real.

He got to the point, saying, "You trespassed into my territory without permission."

"They even want to kill my sheep and damage my property."

"I don't care what your reasons are!"

Seeing that Melanthers wanted to defend himself, Shuoyang raised his claw and pointed at him to interrupt him.

He continued, "This is definitely not a problem that can be solved with less than a hundred golden dragons."

"Therefore you must do things for me in return."

"Go kill the employer who hired her to hunt sheep, or I'll kill him and then hunt you and your family down."

"Did you understand?"

"But……!?"

Melanthers felt somewhat aggrieved after hearing this.

He replied weakly, "We have permission, my lord."

As he spoke, he pulled a scroll from his backpack and showed it to Shuoyang.

He explained, "This is a permanent pass that the council bought from Count Senora for three hundred gold dragons."

"She said that with this pass, she would be under your protection in the Muyun Mountains."

"As long as it's not intentional trouble-making, you can grant me your pardon."

What the hell?!

Shuoyang's eyes widened. He saw Lena and Adela's signatures on the parchment, as well as the notary seal of the Church of the God of Justice.

When did this happen? How come I don't know about it?

Shuoyang looked dazed, but fortunately, his face was covered by thick scales, so his subtle expressions were not visible.

But even though I was confused, I still had to get things done.

He suppressed his doubts for the moment and said, "Permission is permission."

"But you also said that intentional disturbances are an exception."

"As the team leader, your failure to thoroughly investigate your teammates beforehand constitutes intentional negligence."

"Now I am magnanimous and will give you a chance to atone for your sins."

Are you sure you want to refuse?

He deliberately raised his voice at the end.

Melanthers understood the implied threat and felt utterly helpless.

He could only force a smile and say, "Of course not. Even if you don't give the order, we will make that parasite pay the price."

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord."

Seeing that he agreed, Shuoyang stopped talking and told the electric sheep that had been surrounding them since the beginning to step back.

Then it took off immediately and hurriedly headed towards its nest.

Only after he flew away did Melanthers and the others breathe a sigh of relief.

He quickly wiped his face, trying to pull the "female vagrant" stuck to it.

But after talking for a while, the charred flesh had long since scabbed over.

He rushed over, but instead of wiping his face clean, he ended up getting his hands all sticky "breakfast" on them.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

In the end, Melanthers could not suppress the churning in his stomach.

He lay on the ground, retching violently.

His teammates only came to their senses at this moment.

Looking at the dismembered female wanderer and the retching Melances, their expressions were complex, and they were overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Only Tiflin acted as if nothing had happened.

She took off the water bag and helped Melanthers wash the blood off his body.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Shuoyang rushed back to the dragon's lair in a great hurry.

He called out loudly to Adèle, "Adèle! Adèle!"

"Come out! Where's my money?"

"Where did you two put my money?"

Shuoyang was furious. He never expected that these two would dare to use his name to make money.

He got the money from the Faroese Council of Seven; could he afford to mess with those people?

The most important thing is money. A license for 300 gold dragons, I wonder how many these two have sold.

That's all his money!

They're completely disregarding this celestial dragon; it's outrageous!