Chapter 315: Chapter 277: Contrast, the Evil Dragon’s Sting Operation (Part 2)

"Of course I am interested!"

The Red Silver Dragon gave a definite reply without hesitation, speaking with an air of inevitability.

"Isn’t this a very interesting thing to do? To cleverly punish those villains hiding among the crowd, uphold a bit of justice, and simultaneously have ill-gotten wealth delivered right to us, it’s simply killing two birds with one stone!"

She slightly shook her elegant dragon head, adding her own thoughts.

"However, if it were in a remote, chaotic Barbaric Land, like the former Border Area, where the malice of intelligent creatures is often exposed unrestrainedly like a beast, such adventures might seem somewhat mundane and uninteresting."

Pausing slightly, she continued with great interest: "But if it were in those prosperous nations that boast themselves as highly civilized and orderly."

"To see those well-dressed, virtuous ’decent people,’ when they tear off their masks of hypocrisy and reveal their hideous nature, intending to commit evil, but suddenly discover that the ’fat sheep’ in their eyes is actually a well-hidden ’big shark.’"

"At that moment, the expressions on their faces must be very, very spectacular!"

As she spoke, she cast a careful glance at the massive Red Iron Dragon beside her, examining his physique and temperament, pondering seriously for a few seconds as if she were conceiving something.

Subsequently, the Red Silver Dragon excitedly suggested:

"Galos, if we have the chance in the future, we should try playing a game like this."

"You could pretend to be a... um... muscle-bound but simple-minded, unsophisticated brute, while I would play a seemingly naive and innocent, even somewhat silly rich young lady."

Deborah’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous light, as if she had already envisioned the scene.

"Just think about it, two greenhorns, unversed in worldly affairs, yet carrying quite a few valuable treasures, wandering in those seemingly civilized towns. For those greedy villains lurking in the shadows, wouldn’t this be an irresistible temptation? It surely would attract many who ’volunteer’ to take the bait!"

Listening to Deborah’s vivid depiction, a trace of interest also flashed in Galos’ eyes.

He slightly nodded his enormous dragon head in response: "It does sound quite interesting."

Amid the leisure time after the daily strenuous training, being able to engage in such a ’dramatic’ way of ’fishing’ like these Metal Dragons, not only exercises the muscles and bones but also offers an observation of the myriad forms of the world, serving as a rather unique means of entertainment and relaxation.

However...

This thought merely flickered through his mind, soon overshadowed by more realistic considerations.

He was, after all, not one of those Metal Dragons naturally sheltered by the Order Faction, whose situation was relatively safe, but a Mixed-blood Dragon with Evil Dragon lineage, whose identity, once exposed in the Civilized World, might provoke an unending pursuit.

The kind of carefree, whimsical life of morphing into a human form, delving into the realms of intelligent creatures to role-play... for him, it was quite too distant and currently unattainable.

"Exhilarating!"

Just then, from the center of the hall came the strong, satisfaction-filled shout of Alberto in human form.

He had just landed a final, elegant, and powerful dance step.

At this moment, his golden curls were wet with sweat, clinging to his smooth forehead, his temple adorned with a layer of fine sweat beads, heat rising all around him, as if he had just undergone an intense battle, his chest slightly heaving, breath somewhat labored, portraying a state of apparent overexertion, nearing the limit.

It had to be said, this tired state... was truly portrayed vividly and accurately, to perfection.

Immediately, Alberto leaped gracefully, returning to his massive stone platform.

A gentle, bright magical glow radiated from his body.

Within the glow, his adventurer’s slim, human form rapidly expanded, stretched, and reshaped as if being inflated.

The glow faded.

The majestic Golden Dragon, clad in its Golden Dragon Scales, now stood in place of the human image, reestablished.

His entire dragon aura also underwent a drastic change in an instant—from that sunny, passionate youth adventurer bursting with vitality, it instantly transformed, condensed, and settled back into the dignified, noble, sharp-eyed, and extremely obsessive natured Golden Dragon.

"I am very satisfied tonight, Galos."

Alberto turned towards the Red Iron Dragon, slightly bowed his massive dragon head, making a gesture of formal gratitude.

"Thank you for your generous hospitality."

He paused, then said: "A promise—that’s something which, no matter what formidable obstacles lie ahead, must be fulfilled with all one’s might!"

"Before our individual paths inevitably lead us to opposing sides, Galos, as long as you encounter any strong adversaries difficult to deal with on your own, you can send a signal for help to me, and I, Alberto Aurelius, will do my utmost, to the best of my ability, to rush by your side as soon as possible!"

Although he was the defeated under Galos’ hand in the recent battle.

Yet speaking these words now carried a kind of resolute confidence, extraordinary vigor, as if he were the one with absolute power, capable of providing protection to Galos.

Undoubtedly, this loss failed to truly diminish the pride and arrogance deeply ingrained in this Golden Dragon.