In David's opinion, after Dalonas managed to design the Soul Engine and other sci-fi-tinged marvels like the Soul Train and the Flying Fortress, even after having his mory scrubbed twice in hell, he surely must have been at least a Great Arcanist in his previous life, right? Who could it be? Ista, the contributor of Magic Fundantals to the Toriel Plane? Telnas, the founder of the protective magical barrier for Sky City? Noctar, the ti managent master who invented the renowned "Ti Stasis"? Or Lord Oberon, the space pioneer who was the first to pilot a Magic Spaceship through the sea of stars in physical reality? Holy shit, if it's him, that would be epic! His mission could switch from hell mode to easy mode in an instant. As for the Demigod Iolum or even...
Greed.
David quickly stopped himself. Though he had defected from the ranks of the unlucky since his transmigration, the notion of pulling off a miracle in a single draw was sothing he didn't even dare to contemplate.
But before David could indulge in more wishful thinking, the old Devil Dalonas threw a bucket of cold water over him, saying, "Whoa there, don't get excited, and don't set your sights on . Unlike the others, Her Highness Glaciya didn't give a seed of mory. Even if I truly was one of them, how could I possibly rember, right?"
With his wisdom, how could Dalonas not have considered such a possibility, given the myriad clues? Especially when the likelihood was extrely high! But Dalonas considered himself an old Devil. He was just making a cao here, dabbling in his own research. If it was a dream fated to end unresolved, why bother dredging up those mories again? After all, the most painful thing in the world isn't loss. It's having bitterly lost what was once most cherished, only to reclaim it and have it shattered all over again. He had no desire to endure that old tornt. That was too damn hellish. More demonic than a Devil.
"TSCH. I'm out." Faced with this buzzkill of an old Devil, David imdiately lost interest. He flapped his wings, preparing to leave.
"Wait!"
"What now?" David asked, looking back, his expression seeming to say, "Don't you push your luck with ."
"There's a group of natives prostrating themselves and praying outside the city. Want to go take a look?" Dalonas asked.
David had been about to refuse. But then he thought that this city might still offer the opportunity to "draw a lot of good cards." He couldn't afford to suffer early losses if so accident occurred. With that in mind, he imdiately rushed out.
"Alright then!"
Before long, Red Dragon David Uthos, who the citizens of Ghost Soul City had seen hastily flying out, returned with an excited expression. He landed in front of Attilicia, clutching a terrified Bedouin barbarian, and called out to the other Dragons, "Co on, let's go 'mining'!"
"What did you find?" Attilicia asked. She was still puzzled. Summoning her to work the mont he got back?
"A bunch of grave robbers," David announced, his face alight with excitent.
"Are you planning to execute them on the spot to boost morale?"
David shook his head. "No. They'll be our guides and slaves. They'll take us to raid the tombs."
In David's eyes at that mont, unearthing more Neisser relics was akin to 'drawing cards'—no, it was like getting Primordial Stones to awaken the citizens' mories! Three thousand ten-pulls were waiting for him! He felt like he could take off right then and there!
"..."
Apart from Tania, who found such things amusing and had stars in her eyes, Attilicia and the other Dragons were utterly flabbergasted by David's move.
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