Under successive interrogation by two cautious tal Dragons, both scarred by society, the nearly broken Otis confessed everything:
"Really, I have no other intentions, and I am definitely not a spy from the Chromatic Dragons. I’m just a pitiful Elf who longs to return ho and seeks the aid of your tal Dragon power!"
It turned out the High Elf’s attempt to feign deafness with beeswax earplugs was rely self-deception.
His ears were damaged by Dragon Breath in a battle with a Red Dragon?
No matter. He had encountered Fulatimir, who had been imprisoned by David for two and a half years and rendered unable to speak. It was a perfect professional match.
A claw pressed directly onto Otis’s skull. As the Brass Dragon’s belly began to tremble rhythmically, demonic voices poured into his ears. The Despair, once dominated by the Brass Dragon’s incessant verbal assault, returned!
Thus, while Fulatimir subjected the uninvited Elf who had barged in to a ventriloquial, brainwashing-like ntal lecture, he also conversed with the pensive Sebriz at his side:
"What do you think? Seems like... a good opportunity."
At the sa ti, the humiliation and resentnt from his ti in David’s Red Dragon camp resurfaced, haunting him.
What? So, in the end, David Uthos himself released into the wilderness? Am I supposed to be grateful to that Red Dragon?
Bullshit! It was my own relentless struggle, for nearly a thousand days and nights, that won my freedom!
If it weren’t for my unwavering conviction and ceaseless resistance, would that tyrannical and shaless Red Dragon have ever let another Dragon go?
He even knew that my own droppings were collected by that Red Dragon’s minions and sold as alchemical materials for Gold Coins!
And it was thanks to my book, *Observations of the Red Dragon Camp*, that more tal Dragons learned their daily lives were, in fact, creating value!
When Fulatimir later calculated the losses, he felt as if a major artery had burst, blood spurting out.
Despite knowing this, he had never dared to entertain thoughts of revenge against that Red Dragon, David Uthos.
That Red Dragon is simply a Demon, always finding ways to shut up.
Damn it! Forcing a Brass Dragon to be silent was more unbearable than killing !
This was also why, after being released into the wilderness, he hadn’t dared to remain on the Old Continent, choosing instead to build his nest on the New Continent of Granyel.
When he heard that the original camp and lair of that damn Red Dragon, David Uthos—who deserved to burn in hell—had been seized by the High Elves, he was tempted to go to the High Elven capital for a signing tour of his moirs just to express his joy and gratitude.
But just as Fulatimir was about to make his move, he heard his friend Sebriz firmly refute:
"That’s not a good idea, Fulatimir. You haven’t seen him in over forty years; you can’t possibly imagine how terrifying that Red Dragon has beco."
Seeing the stubbornness in the Brass Dragon’s eyes, Sebriz sighed and continued, "My friend, although that experience brought you fa in Granyel through your new moirs and gave you your current strength and achievents, believe , not every adventure yields positive returns. If you still value your freedom of speech, listen to : don’t provoke that Red Dragon."
But the Brass Dragon, having once taken a shortcut to advancent, was no longer willing to climb the professional ladder step by step.
His past experiences had led him to a realization: as a Bard, working in isolation would never make him a legendary sage renowned far and wide. The most important thing was to learn how to ride the wave of popularity.
Just think, who has been the most talked-about figure on this plane in recent years? After Pafila, the Crimson Calamity, ascended to godhood, it was undoubtedly that Red Dragon nad David Uthos!
Watching that nesis who had imprisoned and humiliated rise step by step to a position where the entire Continent took notice—this was more agonizing than failing to achieve fa myself.
And if I want to quickly create so ’big news,’ David Uthos is undoubtedly the perfect target.
His eyes glinted slyly as he began to coax Sebriz, "Oh, Sebriz, if I recall correctly, wasn’t all your treasure plundered when he captured you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have had to seek refuge with , holed up in my lair writing new moirs. My friend, this is a perfectly justifiable opportunity to get it all back! With these war spoils, you could sell them and amass enough treasure to buy new travel equipnt. Or... are you actually afraid of him?"
Sebriz, feeling his old wound prodded, flicked his tail and interrupted, "Don’t try to provoke . We’re both ’Bards’; these little verbal tricks don’t work on ! As for ’travel funds,’ I’ll gather them myself. You don’t need to worry about it."
Fulatimir, however, was unwilling to give up, "Sebriz, don’t be so quick to refuse. Listen to . We don’t actually need to confront David Uthos head-on."
"Hm?" Sebriz eyed the duplicitous Brass Dragon with suspicion.
"Look, it’s been years since David Uthos and his Dragon legion forcibly occupied the Port of Wallens. Have you seen him make an appearance anywhere? For all we know, he might have gone off to wreak havoc on so other plane."
The Silver Dragon Martial Monk sneered, "So that’s the source of your Courage? You think he won’t eventually co to settle accounts with us?"
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