"Spare me, please forgive my ignorance and offense."
As the Red Iron Dragon approached, Edmund recognized that he was the backbone here and knelt to beg for mercy, completely shedding his previous elegance and pride.
The once arrogant face was now twisted into a humble, fawning smile.
Such is the so-called son of nobility.
At this moment, he looked no different from those kobolds under Galos' command.
"Noble Giant Dragon, my father's treasury contains seven tons of Northern Ice Stone, three chests of mithril, and many magic scrolls. As long as you say the word, I promise he will bring it all here."
Edmund said ingratiatingly.
In any case, the first priority was to find a way to preserve his life.
He still had a bright and vast future ahead of him, and in his heart, he vowed that once he became a Legendary Mage one day, he would hunt dragons everywhere to wash away the shame of this moment.
