"You, foolish dragon, are beyond redemption... The fact that you can die of old age is a miracle more mysterious than magic." Morgan's sharp tongue reached a new height with the Ancient Giant Dragon.
"I didn't quite die of old age... I vaguely remember, when I was about to die... two old men came out and stabbed my side..." The Ancient Giant Dragon seemed to be rebutting, but the voice was barely audible.
It obviously didn't forget its cause of death as Ian mentioned since, for any life form, its own death is definitely the most unforgettable memory.
"I must say, you silly dragon have possibly nothing but good luck..." Morgan mused for a moment, then raised his hand to point to the stone chess pieces scattered on the grass after the dragon had played with them.
"Open your eyes wide and have a good look inside these chess pieces, my not-so-normal apprentice, what did he create in there?"
Facing Morgan's words.
The Ancient Giant Dragon also tried hard to open its eyes wide.
In its field of vision.
Indeed, there was something faint contained in the chess pieces, but those things were not clear; it wasn't that its eyes were failing, but the things inside the chess pieces were quite elusive.
"This is the stone version of Wizard Chess, with auto-repair features, and he also introduced his epoch-making invention, enabling the chess pieces to autonomously play against me."
Unable to distinguish anything else, the Ancient Giant Dragon chose to repeat Ian's words, it even imitated the tone, but such a response made Morgan feel even more speechless.
"Is your head bigger than a house all filled with sponge?"
The tone of the Legendary Black Witch had a hint of helplessness.
If there was a choice.
She truly had a stupidity allergy.
"I... I'm just really sleepy."
The Ancient Giant Dragon timidly defended itself with a sentence.
It's hard to imagine such a massive dragon having such a cowardly side.
"It's the soul, foolish dragon." Morgan even thought of pulling the Ancient Giant Dragon down from her castle, fearing that the dragon's foolishness might infest her house.
"This... impossible!"
Even if its brain was nearly unable to function, upon hearing this, the Ancient Giant Dragon still found it hard to believe, its drowsy eyes widened with disbelief, as if the previous sleepiness vanished without a trace.
"No magic or Alchemy can create a soul; this belongs solely to creation..." As its words met Morgan's calm gaze, they stopped abruptly as if something clutched its throat. Terrified, aghast, incredible emotions flashed across the dragon's face.
Without waiting for the dragon to recover.
Morgan had already stepped into her Ancient Castle.
The Witch sat back on her bench, pondering unknown questions.
After a long time.
"If I remember correctly, the Raven's domain is plunder..."
She suddenly spoke.
Her eyes fluttered.
A soft murmur echoed in the empty castle.
...
Mist gradually cleared, sunlight poured through sparse clouds, mottled and scattered on the road ahead, the air began to be filled with the fresh scent of soil and mixed with flowers and grass.
By this time, Ian had arrived in Ariana's region—a town surrounded by verdant greens, with distant undulating hills and nearby well-tended gardens and scattered houses. Each building exuded a rustic and cozy atmosphere, with colorful windows sparkling in the sunlight and appearing very beautiful.
In the town's square.
Pandro and Ariana's figures became especially striking amid the bond of swordplay.
"Come practice sword with us?"
Upon noticing Ian's arrival, Pandro spoke with a smile.
"I'm a Wizard; I can't endure the hardships of a brute."
Ian responded without slightest temptation.
"Wizards also need some Swordsmanship, otherwise, if you lose your Magic and Magic Wand, what's left to defend yourself with?" Pandro spoke with a serious tone.
"I have this."
Ian pulled out a Gatling Gun.
Do it yourself, have plenty to eat and wear.
This was his handmade creation, capable of spewing blue fire.
"???????"
Pandro showed a baffled reaction akin to a "white guy meme face."
"Is this a firearm? So large!"
Ariana's gaze was instantly drawn to the big toy that Ian produced. She perhaps didn't give up her sword, but showed considerable interest in Ian's big toy.
"Why do you make such a thing..." Pandro was not unfamiliar with firearms; he had heard about and seen such things in the Misty Illusion Realm.
"Of course, for a grand adventure, Pandro, I have the largest treasure waiting to be unearthed in all of the United Kingdom." Ian was still nurturing his cherished ambitions.
Unexpectedly...
"Adventure? Treasure?"
Pandro's eyes immediately lit up.
"Count me in!"
He spoke up proactively.
His tone even carried a hint of requesting.