In his black cat form, he lifted his head, vertical pupils gazing directly at Shire, as if able to pierce through appearances and see into one’s heart.
"As a Lord, you have been diligent and your achievents are notable."
Galos said, "So, tell , what kind of reward do you desire?"
Realizing that his little secret seed to have been seen through, the Flower Lord showed a slightly embarrassed smile.
He hesitated for a mont, then said, "I found my true love in the Ximu Territory."
"However, she is not human, but a beautiful and wise Snake Woman, Beverly."
Galos had already known about this from Iron Dragon Solrog and the Snake-man Sword Saint; he slightly nodded his giant cat head, signaling the other to continue without beating around the bush.
With the Lord’s approval, Shire breathed a sigh of relief, his lips curling into a sweet smile.
"After becoming partners, our relationship has always been harmonious and our souls are in sync."
"Most importantly, our mutual love and admiration have not faded with ti, but rather, like cellared wine, have grown more intense and fervent."
"She enjoys using her lithe body in the garden under moonlight..."
"Stop!" Galos interrupted him again, "Get to the point, I’m not interested in the details of your love story."
"Sorry, sorry." Shire quickly stopped himself.
He said, "I always can’t help but want to share this cross-species romantic love with others... Back to the point, the only trouble between Beverly and right now is that we can never have a child of our own."
"You know, whether human or Snakefolk, in terms of reproduction, we don’t have the strong breed advantages of Giants like dragons."
"We desperately long for a child of our own blood."
"But according to all known records and cases, the probability of successfully having offspring from such cross-species unions is vanishingly small."
At this point, Shire paused for a few seconds and then lowered his voice.
"I accidentally ca across an ancient and rare alchemy formula, one of the main ingredients of which is Dragon Blood."
"It’s said that the liquor brewed from this formula can greatly enhance, well, that aspect, and there’s a small chance it can help overco stubborn reproductive barriers, allowing offspring from different species to be born healthy."
Galos sided his enormous cat head, eyes focused on Shire’s face.
"So, you want my blood?"
His voice remained calm, but his sedentary posture shifted slightly, his extravagant muscles tensing sowhat.
"If you want it, you can co and take it with your own sword."
The muscular black cat subtly bared its fangs, its gaze turning dangerous.
"No! You’ve completely misunderstood!"
Shire hurriedly explained, "It’s not necessarily your blood; any true Dragon’s blood can be used as a raw material! I just wanted to seek your permission first, to try and collect so Dragon Blood from any of the mbers."
Galos’s stance relaxed slightly, nodding slightly.
"In that case, you can bring enough gold coins, gemstones, or other equivalent valuables to trade with other mbers of the Dragon Group for so Dragon Blood. I think they’ll be happy to make this deal."
In tis of weakness or poverty, selling so scales, a little blood, or even a few old teeth to quickly accumulate wealth is a common practice among the Dragons.
This isn’t considered shaful for the Dragon Race, more like a reasonable use of resources, a way to quickly accumulate wealth.
With Galos’s approval, a relieved smile imdiately appeared on Shire’s face.
"Thank you so much for your understanding and permission."
Having resolved this personal matter, Shire’s expression quickly returned to the Lord’s calm deanor.
Subsequently, the ease on his face faded, replaced by an unprecedented gravity and seriousness.
"Besides the things I’ve already dealt with, there was one more matter that I didn’t have a chance to report to you during the main events."
"About a year ago, while you were still asleep, an unusual female missionary ca to the Ximu Territory."
"She claims her na is Alya, titled ’ssenger of Good Fortune’, and asserts she serves the Divine Spirit presiding over worldly luck and opportunities—the Goddess of Fortune."
"This Lady Alya is graceful in her deanor, gentle in her speech, publicly preaching the doctrine of the Luck Temple in the square and taverns of Ximu Town, promoting the guidance of fate and seizing the blessings of good fortune."
"Moreover, she was not just preaching with empty words; she freely provided adventurers and rchant groups with so potions that could quickly restore stamina and bestowed so weak blessings said to bring short-term luck to draw attention and favor, intending to develop followers in Ximu Territory."
"When I learned of the situation, I imdiately found her and clearly inford her that no form of unofficial missionary activity was allowed here. After that, she did not linger long and quickly left and disappeared."
As the territory continued to prosper, it was hard to completely avoid attracting the attention of religious organizations and their attempts to preach here.
This seed like just a rather ordinary episode.
However, as he reached this point, Shire’s expression beca even more solemn.
"The critical issue is that when I personally faced that missionary, I couldn’t see her depth at all."
"Not only could I not perceive her life level, I couldn’t even feel any special energy fluctuations or extraordinary traits from her. She stood there, seeming like the purest, most powerless ordinary mortal."
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