Anyway, there’s no need for specific execution, just need to move your lips.
When Salovis woke up and was about to take a lava bath, Leon casually told her to head to the Star Realm when she had ti, to get in touch with those Red Dragons in Tunaras who served the Githyanki. Ask those Red Dragons to keep an eye on Vilakis and report any anomalies imdiately; there would be a generous reward for useful intelligence.
As for dealing with phisto, Leon didn’t plan to push it. The reason was simple: that Chief Mage of the Nine Prisons seated in the eighth layer, Cania, did not welco visitors, so it was really difficult for him to intervene.
Lastly, Leon suddenly thought of why he didn’t send soone to guard Ferren. As soon as the Supre True God appeared, they should use the Short ssage Technique to report to him imdiately. The Short ssage Technique can transmit ssages across any distance and even to an existence located on another plane, although there’s a chance of loss.
A year passed without any useful information reaching Leon’s ears.
A butterfly fluttered its wings lightly in the Amazon River Basin in South Arica, possibly causing a tornado in the distant future in Texas, United States. Due to the butterfly effect and because this world is just a world based on DND, Leon seriously doubted that the ga plot he was familiar with would occur.
Just like that, several more years passed. Cecilia smoothly entered adulthood, Isily had a few more years to beco a young dragon, the Dragon Turtle uneventfully succeeded Fiora as Minister of Navy, but the routine work was handled by the vice minister, Andrea, while Fiora comfortably took her role as Chief Justice...
"It’s raining again." Leon was standing under the villa’s eaves, thinking to himself that as the Volcanic Island upgraded to Cave Heaven Blessed Land, the surrounding area of the Volcanic Island had beco blessed with tily wind and rain.
"I don’t like the rain." Salovis, a typical Red Dragon, preferred sunny days over the rainy ones.
"I hate drizzle, especially that incessant kind." The image of his hotown before he crossed over, a small southern city, appeared in Leon’s mind: wet in spring, hot in sumr, dry in autumn, and cold in winter, with hardly any days of good weather throughout the year, "But I like heavy rain, being in a dry and cozy ho listening to the rain during a storm has its own charm."
"I actually prefer the drizzle." Cecilia, being a Green Dragon, naturally had a fondness for humid environnts, "If master likes heavy rain, just order the subordinates to control the weather."
"That would be boring." Leon waved his hand, "I hate artificial interference with nature."
"Brother, have you seen volcanic thunderstorms?" Salovis suddenly interjected excitedly, "It’s when a volcano erupts during a storm, heavy rain falling while there’s also thunder and lightning, black clouds, dense smoke, lightning, flas, and heavy rain all coming together, it’s truly aweso, a masterpiece of nature."
"I haven’t seen it." Leon glanced at the volcano on the Volcanic Island, originally just a dormant volcano; if it weren’t for the Efreeti helping to awaken it, not a bit of molten lava would be visible, let alone expecting a volcanic eruption.
"If brother wants to watch, I can ignite our island’s volcano." Salovis was eager to try.
"Don’t be crazy." Leon said sternly, knowing well that Red Dragons do whatever they please, never considering the consequences.
Leon only watched the rain for a while and soon returned to the villa, inviting everyone to play cards and chess, betting whatever seed fine, played until the heavy rain gradually subsided, making way for Laksha who had been watching for half a day, and went for a walk along the seashore, sitting on a reef by the sea and enjoying the breeze.
"Master, soone is looking for you."
Leon actually had heard the footsteps long ago but couldn’t be bothered to turn around until the voice arose; only then did he slowly turn to see a slender red-haired girl.
"Lord Leon, do you rember ?" The red-haired girl tilted her head, asking cheerfully.
"Let think... Catalina?" Leon rembered the little female Red Dragon, "Are you here to join ?"
"Unless I could beco Salovis’s sister-in-law..." Catalina pouted, gazing at Leon sowhat plaintively, "Aren’t I quite pretty too, doesn’t Lord Leon feel tempted at all? I took the initiative to invite Lord Leon, yet he stood up."
"I never promised you anything, so how could I have stood you up?" Leon shrugged, "So what’s your business?"
"I’m here to claim the reward." Catalina’s eyes brightened, "I heard that Lord Leon is very generous and would surely keep his word."
"Don’t flatter ." Leon chuckled, "As long as your information is valuable, I wouldn’t lose my credibility over so Gold Coins."
"Reputation isn’t as valuable as Gold Coins..." Catalina mumbled, "It seems like Vilakis lost sothing; they’re going wild sending people everywhere to find it."
"The Astral Prism?" Leon squinted, thinking after all his warnings, Vilakis still lost the Astral Prism, wasn’t it a bit too certain of this developnt?
"I don’t know exactly what it is." Catalina spread her hands.
Leon was montarily speechless, saying, "Not knowing even what’s lost, how much do you think this information is worth?"
"Ten thousand Gold Coins." Catalina asked greedily.
"One thousand Gold Coins, just enough for you to make a trip." Leon said, considering it as buying a reputation for a high price.
"Deal." Catalina was overjoyed; honestly, that amount far exceeded her expectations. If she hadn’t seen it herself, she really wouldn’t have believed such a generous Red Dragon existed in the world... Such a generous dragon deserved to be a Dragon God, instead of one who’s stingy and only knows how to make others revere them.
Leon waved off Catalina, sat back on the seashore reef, lost in thought.
According to the ga plot he knew, Vilakis losing the Astral Prism should happen after Evil Thought led people to steal the Karsus Crown from phisto’s Treasure Vault. Calculating this way, that legendary crown might already be on the Elder Brain — it’s the optimal ti to seize it.
Leon hesitated whether to venture to Ferren himself or send his Tiefling apprentice Pella to blend into the protagonist team and eventually find a way to take the Karsus Crown away... Pella was sowhat capable but definitely not a match for Gael, who is both a follower and lover of the Magic Goddess Mistra, a genius mage from Deepwater City.
It wasn’t impossible for him to head there personally; it just ant not tagging along with the protagonist team everywhere, since the elder mber of the protagonist group wasn’t soone he could provoke.
He didn’t know why the old man was following the protagonist team around, whether purely out of boredom or with another purpose, but as long as he didn’t excessively ddle with the ga plot, it should be fine. At worst, he’d be banished, but given that the old man hadn’t acted in a long ti, it shouldn’t be too much trouble.
Wait, why is it that the Astral Prism is lost, and the personnel he arranged in Ferren didn’t send any news to him, could it be infection by a Heart-stealer tadpole? Or is there an error in the ga plot? After all, the original ga plot did have quite a few unreasonable elents.
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