I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

After the stands were cleared, Gu Jiao did not linger and turned to walk out of the venue. His adjutant followed closely behind, reporting in a low voice on the dispatching situation in each area.

Before long, only the Dragon Knight and Ji Tian's group remained nearby.

"That's fine."

Ji Tian glanced at Ophelia, who nodded slightly and flicked her fingertips, causing the thin layer of light covering everyone to dissipate like mist blown away by the wind.

The breath-concealing technique is lifted.

A few rays of twilight filtered through the palm tree branches and fell upon Ji Tian.

Jinlong only knew that there were people there, but he couldn't see the specific situation. He thought that since the other party hadn't moved, they must be waiting for irrelevant people to leave before they reappeared.

Or perhaps they were so frightened by themselves that they dared not move.

But upon sensing Ji Tian's presence, it suddenly froze, its entire dragon head instinctively tilting back half a foot. Then, its body took two steps back, its claws striking the stone platform with a dull thud.

Its scales stood on end, making a rustling sound, and a low, rapid, warning growl rose from deep within its throat, its wariness undisguised.

The dragon knight, who was standing on the dragon's head and studying the pirate graffiti carved on the stone platform, was startled by the golden dragon's sudden reaction and almost fell off.

She reached out and touched the scales on the dragon's neck to steady herself, then called out in a low voice:

"Little Flower? What's wrong?"

Jinlong's breathing became more rapid than before, his gaze fixed on the white figure under the palm tree, his nostrils flaring as if repeatedly confirming some scent.

After several breaths, it finally managed to squeeze out a word tinged with obvious apprehension:

"I sensed a strong aura of the sacred mountain emanating from him."

The scent was familiar to it; its owner had also stopped at the foot of the sacred mountain more than a decade ago.

As they passed the holy mountain, the church had just announced the birth of a new holy sword, whose owner was full of pride and vowed to become "the first hero in history to ride a dragon and pull out the holy sword."

It carried its owner to the foot of the sacred mountain, then stopped there, refusing to fly even half a step further up the mountain no matter what.

"Xiaohua, what's wrong?"

"Go by yourself, I'll wait for you downstairs."

"You're a dragon! What are you afraid of?"

"...I'm just scared!"

It couldn't explain the feeling at the time: the aura of the sacred mountain was like an invisible mountain pressing down on its back, growing heavier the closer it got, as if every flap of its wings was a struggle against some kind of will.

However, it did not stop its master from going up the sacred mountain to draw the sword.

There's no way around it; drawing the holy sword and becoming a hero is the dream of every child who longs for adventure, and his master is no exception.

It remembered lying in the woods at the edge of the sacred mountain, its scales standing on end, pacing anxiously in circles, even considering breaking its vow and taking off to leave the area that made it feel so uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the master was unable to draw the holy sword.

It waited at the foot of the mountain for a whole day until the sun went down before it saw its owner come down the mountain empty-handed, with little disappointment on his face.

"Little Flower, let's go. That sword doesn't belong to me."

It felt a great sense of relief at that moment.

If its master truly draws the holy sword, it must consider whether to remain by her side, which would mean facing the fate illuminated by the holy light and the responsibilities it must bear.

Thankfully, no.

Yet deep down, it felt a pang of injustice for its master. As a golden dragon born with the ability to discern the good and evil in all beings, it knew very well that its master, with his kindness, deserved to draw the holy sword.

Now, more than a decade later, it has once again sensed that aura that it instinctively wanted to stay away from.

However, this time the aura was actually present on a human being.

The dragon knight sensed the golden dragon's tension and prolonged silence, and patted its head again.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

The majestic golden dragon gradually calmed down under her soothing touch.

She then jumped off the dragon's back and took off her helmet.

Beneath the helmet was a face that contrasted sharply with the full silver armor:

With gentle features, clear eyebrows and bright eyes, he possessed a warm and gentle temperament that seemed somewhat incongruous with his armor. A few strands of his black hair were damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and his equally dark eyes appeared exceptionally calm in the twilight.

She took two steps closer to Ji Tian, ​​her tone apologetic:

"I'm sorry, Xiaohua didn't mean it. She's just a little afraid of the Holy Light."

It was obvious that the departure of the surrounding audience had relaxed the dragon rider, who seemed to be socially awkward, and he even spoke much more fluently.

Ji Tian noticed that the other party used "she" when referring to Jinlong, which meant that they genuinely considered Jinlong a friend. This reminded him of the long-standing grudges between the dragon race and the Holy Sword.

Metal dragons belong to the benevolent faction and usually do not actively harm humans.

However, many chromatic dragons in history possessed dragon language magic that could change the color of their scales, and many metal dragons were mistakenly killed as chromatic dragons because of this.

Furthermore, after a hero unleashes the Holy Sword to slay a dragon, he often wipes out all threatening dragons. Therefore, even if the metal dragon itself does not pose a threat, the Holy Sword is still not a friendly presence to them.

"It's alright, I understand."

Thank you for your understanding.

The dragon knight bowed his head in thanks and was about to ask Ji Tian if he was the current hero when Ji Tian spoke first:

"Is the missing person you're looking for a member of the Augustus family?"

Before the dragon knight could answer, the golden dragon couldn't help but speak first, seemingly having thrown all previous professionalism to the wind: "How did you know?!"

The dragon knight knew the golden dragon's personality and understood that she was helping him complete the mission faster in this way, while also avoiding the guilt of leaking mission information.

So he glared helplessly at Jinlong, then turned to Ji Tian, ​​his tone sincere:

"How did you know that?"

"I've met that person and done a quick investigation, so I can tell you. But I have a question for you."

Seeing the other party nod, Ji Tian did not hide anything: "I met a man at the market on the island who was selling oysters. He claimed to have amnesia, but the divination results showed that he came from the Augustus family and had traces of anti-divination on his body."

"I see, thank you. And what was your question?"

Ji Tian's gaze shifted to the golden dragon that was pretending to admire the scenery, and he asked truthfully:

"I've always been curious, how did you tame the dragon? To make a golden dragon so obedient, it can't be done by just the title of 'master'."

Upon hearing this, Jinlong immediately became displeased and abruptly turned his head back:

"What do you know! I'm just following the agreement! The title 'Master' is nothing but an empty name!"

The dragon knight raised his hand and gently patted the golden dragon's nose, signaling it to shut up.

"Xiaohua and I made a vow using its reverse scale. The gist of the vow was:"

I will become its master, and during my working years I must earn enough gold coins each year to support it. It will care for me in my old age and see me to my death. After my natural death, all my inheritance will belong to it.

In the new era, raising dragons for old age is considered a way to prevent illness.

However, given the Golden Dragon's greedy yet kind nature, it's unrealistic to expect it to automatically collect gold coins like the Five-Colored Dragon. Earning gold coins in this way is understandable.

Lilith was shocked upon hearing this and blurted out, "Is this what it means to be a dragon knight squad for life?"

The dragon knight thought for a moment, then replied earnestly, "That's about right, that's the idea."