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

As night deepened, someone finally couldn't contain themselves and approached Shuoyang, who was chatting with Violet.

He was a slender young man with deep-set eyes and brows, named Gallo Baker.

She was resurrected by the goddess of magic and brought to Cassialo to maintain the balance of the magic network in this plane: Queen Anastasia, a disciple of Silverhand.

He approached Shuoyang not simply to cause trouble.

Rather, it was because he knew Shuoyang's identity and the dragon's arrogant and slow-paced nature that disregarded the mundane.

He feared that Shuoyang would reveal his true form and kill those ignorant northern nobles, making the situation in the north even worse.

So he took the lead and made those nobles who were wary of his status back down.

"Good night," he greeted politely, "Lord of the Muyun Mountains."

"Hello," Shuoyang said, shrugging and inviting Galle to sit down.

He had just had the maid bring out another meal when he and Violet began their passionate encounter.

Seeing the brother and sister eating like starving ghosts, they couldn't stop.

Galle's lips twitched involuntarily, and he couldn't help but ask, "Do you really like mortal food?"

"As far as I know, dragons' sense of taste should have a preference for certain elements...!?"

"How did you know that?"

Shuoyang raised his head, interrupting his question.

As a young and promising great mage, Galle had a remarkably good temper.

He didn't mind Shuoyang's interruption and answered truthfully, "I saw it in the 'Northwest Faerûn Dragon Compendium' by Master Imbrin, the Dragon Sage of Baldur's Gate."

"Books should not be believed entirely!"

Seeing that he was relatively mild-mannered, Shuoyang's attitude softened.

He patiently explained, "That guy is a steel dragon, and he has a lot of his own preferences in the book."

"In fact, the sense of taste in dragons is so sensitive and specialized that it is highly differentiated."

"Almost every dragon is influenced by its diet during its juvenile stage."

"As for my brother and me, I think Ms. Celen has already told you, we spent our dragon hatchling years in Redwood Town, the Senora family's territory."

"So I got used to her family's food and developed a similar taste."

"I see," Galle said, accepting the instruction with humility.

He even took out his notebook and made corresponding notes.

Seeing this, Shuoyang became curious about the boy.

He stopped eating, remained silent, and intently studied Galle's eyes.

Then he scanned the hall and observed the expressions on the faces of the nobles.

He looked at Galle again, his face full of confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Feeling a chill run down his spine under his gaze, Galle couldn't help but lower his eyes.

She picked up a glass of mead, took a small sip, and tried to avoid Shuoyang's scrutinizing gaze.

Shuoyang surprised everyone by saying bluntly, "I'm very curious."

"What exactly did you do?"

"Only then could the gentle and never-coercing Ms. Celen force you to pursue Lena."

Upon hearing this, Violet and her young widow, who had been indulging in a hearty meal, were stunned.

They immediately perked up their ears to listen to the gossip.

"Cough! Cough!"

Galle was startled and choked.

He forced himself to calm down, trying to cover his emotions, and asked, "What did you say?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Stop pretending," Shuoyang said with a knowing smile.

He pointed to the Northern nobles who had been staring at him since the start of the banquet.

He explained, "Look at them, the way you look at me is completely different from how they look at me."

There was no jealousy, no hostility, not even a trace of envy.

"The only thing you have in your eyes," Shuoyang pointed to his own eyes.

He said seriously, "It's the same as my impatience to get this mess over as quickly as possible."

"So stop pretending, we all think the same thing, you can't fool me."

"You're joking!"

Galle was panicked when his thoughts were exposed, but he continued to pretend to be confused.

He smiled and defended himself, saying, "Senora is the most dazzling jewel in the North."

"She is the most beautiful woman in Farosia after her teacher."

"I was simply ignited with love by the fiery-haired lady; how could I have been forced into it?"

"You still love fire? You must be joking."

Hearing his formulaic praise, Shuoyang bluntly replied, "She could be your grandmother."

"If only you...!"

As they were talking, Shuoyang seemed to suddenly notice something.

He muttered to himself, "Second only to your teacher?"

Even when acting in front of others, I subconsciously don't want to say that the woman is the most beautiful.

"You little brat," Shuoyang stared at Galle in disbelief, "you wouldn't be eyeing Ms. Xilun, would you?"

"She found out, that's why she forced you to come, right?"

After he finished speaking, Gallena's handsome face turned bright red.

He fled in panic after only one brief encounter.

Shuoyang thus instilled in him a deep psychological trauma regarding the dragon.

Seeing that he had confessed without being asked, Shuoyang couldn't help but remark, "Is this a tradition of the Goddess of Magic lineage?"

"They all ignore the younger people who are younger than themselves."

"It's like having a teacher fetish, chasing after old women and old men who are hundreds or thousands of years older than you."

Hearing this, Violet, whose gossip was satisfied, picked up a hawk leg.

He added with pinpoint accuracy, "They're just obsessed with their teachers!"

Hearing their blasphemous words, the young widow became even more reserved.

If Violet hadn't been there, she would have almost run away.

Meanwhile, on Lena's side, Rosalie learned that Lena had only used Shuoyang to discourage those suitors.

She sighed with disappointment and took out a small bottle of rose-colored secret medicine from her pouch.

He whispered, "What a pity!"

"I thought you were in love with someone you couldn't have, and really wanted to win him over."

"That's why I specially prepared this potion of love for you, but it seems we won't need it now."

"What!?"

Lena's gaze was almost immediately drawn to the potion containing heart-shaped bubbles.

She resisted the urge to reach out and snatch it away.

He leaned closer to Rosalie and whispered, "Stop fooling around."

"Just name your price."

Upon hearing this, Rosalie gave her a disdainful look. "True love is priceless."

She handed the potion to Lena.

She said in a sweet voice, "You've donated quite a bit to the church over the years."

"The church has no other gift to give you in return, so consider this a blessing."

Lena took the potion and carefully examined it, noticing the barely perceptible heart-shaped bubbles within.

She asked, somewhat uneasy, "Did you add anything to this medicine?"

"He's a dragon, immune to charm."

Don't worry!

Rosalie patted Lena's hand.

She explained, "I asked my god for the blessing of this potion."

"She couldn't stand seeing couples who couldn't be together because of societal constraints."

"Under the protection of our god, this potion is more than enough to kill a mere young dragon."

"Even those emotionless constructs and elemental creatures can be charmed."

"Besides, don't underestimate your own charm!"

"With your natural charm and this divinely bestowed potion, he will never escape your grasp."