But the bronze dragon's next words made him feel alive immediately.
"We'd better follow the rules, otherwise we'll look too much like bandits."
Cohen nodded repeatedly.
"That's right, it's a rule. You are the dragon that protects order. How can you do something like this shameless color dragon?"
He echoed repeatedly, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel relieved. Fortunately, it seemed that most bronze dragons had been changed by the moral principles in their hearts and knew that robbery was wrong.
But his thoughts did not last long before the Bronze Dragon smashed Cohen's view of the dragon with his own hands.
"In that case, you attacked me just now, and I feel hurt all over my body. Now I may not be able to fly!"
As he spoke, it flapped its very thick and powerful wings, but when it was about to take off, the wings seemed to have been attacked by something, and they were drooping and unable to support the weight of the body.
Looking at the acting skills of Bronze Dragon, although Cohen wanted to say you were lying, the position where he attacked did not touch the dragon's wings at all, or it was simply out of reach.
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But he still didn't dare to refute the bronze dragon's words, so he could only continue to bite the bullet and nod in agreement.
"Then you say, if the price is reasonable, I will indeed compensate you."
People under the dragon's wings have to bow their heads.
"Don't worry yet. In addition to this, there are also scale maintenance costs. Let me list them one by one."
The giant dragon frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied that the reptile in front of him dared to interrupt its train of thought.
"What were you talking about just now, huh."
After admonishing Viscount Cohen, the bronze dragon began to calculate an account on its own, and could not help but gurgling. Although the sound was relatively small and even soft among the giant dragons, standing at its feet Cohen heard it clearly, and the more he listened, the more chilled he became.
What about physical damage fees, scale maintenance fees, mental damage fees, soul replenishment fees, reputation cover fees,...
The mess of expenses is enough to stop you along the way. There are as many as a dozen items, and the expenses of each item can make Cohen, who is always paying attention, take a breath of air-conditioning. It would be better to just grab it.
He was on the verge of tears, but there was nothing he could do now. I was a slave, and I was a fish. I wanted to struggle. He had already struggled, and all he had to do now was face reality.
Fortunately, at this time, another female voice, like the sound of nature, interrupted the dragon's murmurs like a demonic voice, and also saved Cohen, whose spirit was constantly falling into the abyss and mire, and was filled with despair.
"Doni, have you had enough fun?"
As soon as this voice came out, the bronze dragon, who was still very aggressive, as if he wanted to settle the ledger with Cohen, immediately lowered his head, just like a mouse seeing a cat, folded its wings, bent its legs slightly, squatted aside, and could not move. Not daring to move, he opened his mouth and smiled solemnly.
"Cecil, I didn't!"
Donny defended in a low voice.
"I just want to help you. Just now he wanted to hack me to death, and he also wanted to hack you to death!"
"When the time comes, I will get our fifty-fifty from him. Well, as long as you don't tell that adult, June Fourth is fine."
The obsession with treasure welled up in the bronze dragon's small mind, which made Cecil laugh angrily after hearing this.
"He doesn't have the money you ask for, and if you want to use money to measure it, Tesia should be the one who deserves the compensation."
"Okay, according to the laws of Navia, any human who attacks the mage of the Navia court will violate the Queen's will. He will be a criminal. He and the family behind him will be subject to reasonable inspections based on the size of the crime. "
"Then those of mine..."
"Your share will be given to you when the time comes."
"All right!"
The dragon's upturned tail couldn't help but droop slightly, waving back and forth unconsciously a few meters above the ground. It was obvious that the owner's mood was as low as the tail's.
Cecil glanced sideways at Doni, who seemed aggrieved, and finally sighed.
"When we get to the Dragon Roar Islands, I will ask the merchants to share a fee from this profit and use it as the cost of hiring you to protect them."
"Hmm...Okay! Cecil, you are the best!"
The bronze dragon Duni didn't react at first, but when she heard that there was still a fortune that belonged to her, the whole dragon immediately became more energetic. Its tail was no longer droopy, its neck bones were strong, and its voice was even louder. Much louder.
Looking at the blue and white arcs of electricity jumping around on the scales in front of me, it seemed like a bronze dragon that was fully charged with electricity.
Cecil didn't know for a moment whether he was sighing that as a giant dragon, it was easy to be satisfied, or he was surprised by the great influence that treasure had on the dragon.
It is said that some scholars who study the habits of dragons say that whether dragons are greedy for treasures or possessive of other things, they actually come from the subtle influence they received after accepting the inheritance of dragons when they were born. .
In Asenland, or the entire multiverse, almost all dragons will inherit an inherited memory from their parents and their ancestors after they are born, and this memory gives them the wisdom to understand everything at a young age, as well as their tyranny. the power of.
And the reason why the White Dragon Society has always been at the bottom of dragons, expelling them from the list of color dragons is a shame for true dragons.
The main reason is that compared to the dragon inheritance of red dragons, blue dragons and other colored dragons, the dragon inheritance is less about wisdom and communication and more about various hunting skills. The animal nature is greater than the rationality. When they are born, they have desires in their bones. Killing and hunting.
Thinking of this, Cecil couldn't help but understand Doni a little more. The inheritance of dragon exists in its bloodline, which is its luck and its support, but it can also become its shackles and cage.
But having said that, I heard that as long as the dragon can restrain the desire of heaven brought by its blood, it can enter another stage of the dragon and return to its origins.
In simple terms, it is atavism. In dragon lore, this is generally called the first step to becoming an ancient dragon.
I don’t know when Doni will be able to overcome this.
Cecil looked at Duny's slightly slender back profile for a dragon of the same age, and thought of the vague purpose of this trip. She learned from her teacher, Queen Winter, the supreme ruler of Navia. There she learned that besides her, there were four other teams escorting young dragons like her to the Dragon Roar Islands.
Some of them come from the desert, some from the mountains, some from the sky, and some from the land where justice is lacking.
Donnie said that those were all her kind, but of different types.
Although Cecil didn't know why five metal dragons of different types were escorted to the islands, Cecil always felt that the things behind this must be unusual, so she was a little worried.
Although she didn't get along with this bronze dragon for long, and it sometimes didn't listen to her, she still regarded this minor, who was slightly younger than her in terms of mental age, as her younger sister from the bottom of her heart.
Seeing her happy face and her happy attitude for a bright future, Cecil felt a little envious of Donny's carelessness.
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On the other side, footsteps sounded in Cohen's ears. It was the crunching sound of boots hitting gravel, from far to near. This made the depressed middle-aged man bend down slightly and lean his body against a protruding surface.
, on a rock about one meter high, with his back to the visitor.
"You're here to see my jokes. If you want to kill me, just do it! If it's too late, you won't have a chance."
"I am indeed the scumbag noble you said, shameless, using little girls as experimental subjects."
"I no longer have the chivalry that I adhere to."
"I……"
He was breathing heavily, and it seemed that it was extremely difficult for him to speak every time he spoke.
Woody sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward and found that an obsidian-like dagger was inserted into his chest wrapped in leather armor. The blade was immersed in his body. Dark red blood flowed out from the wound, and the surrounding area was dark red.
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Feeling Woody's gaze on his chest, a sickly smile appeared on Cohen's face.
"Are you satisfied? If you want to kill me, you have to kill me as soon as possible...otherwise, I will end my life myself!"
The only answer he received was silence and the serious expression of the black-haired young man, but this silent response invigorated Cohen even more. He gritted his teeth and struggled to prop up his seriously injured and dying body with his hands, bending it against the rock.
Move the back one foot higher to make it look taller and sit upright.
"I know what I did before was wrong, so I kept thinking about it when they were arguing just now."
"What do people live for?"
"I originally wanted to continue the family, but the family has ceased to exist in name only. My son's wife is dead, and my daughter is also in the hands of that impostor. It's still unclear whether he recognizes me as his father...hiss."
It seemed that the wound was touched while speaking, interrupting Cohen's unfinished words, but after taking a few deep breaths, he continued to speak in Woody's wordless silence.
"So that's when I thought of finding someone like me, letting her replace me, and try to go out and leave the Golden Valley, because I knew at that time that if I stayed any longer, I would be dead. Without her to attract firepower,
The natural incarnation that was created by my wife and handles government affairs for me on weekdays has long since sent my former knight to capture me, an exiled nobleman."
Cohen said a lot, or at least a lot of information, which he had not said just now, but Woody's expression remained the same, without surprise or pity, more of it was as calm as before, as indifferent as water, as if he was talking.
You continue to say things like, I am listening.
Cohen continued to smile bitterly upon seeing this.
"I know that what I say now are all excuses, but I hope that my next death can pay off some of my sins. If it is not finished, then let me go to hell to repent..."
The tone of this middle-aged nobleman's voice was obviously filled with the will to die. Coupled with his miserable appearance now, it would be difficult for anyone to say an inappropriate and sarcastic word here.
After all, the famous Bishop Karankievs of Asenland said.
"The moment a person dies, all the sins in the world will vanish into nothingness, and the rest will be left to God to decide."
Of course, the first sentence is the most famous and widely spread, while the latter sentence has been subconsciously forgotten by most people.
"It is better to repent or live."
The extremely dull words came from the mouth of the black-haired young man, cold and without a trace of warmth, but in Cohen's ears, they sounded like some kind of compromise, and he laughed heartily.
"It's too late. If I continue to live, this world will be too painful for me!"
Cohen's mouth hurt as he spoke, but his eyes were full of vengeful smiles. At this moment, he seemed to have rediscovered the time when he was thirteen years old, when he was sent by his father to the royal capital to meet a man with good reputation and strength. He became an apprentice under a knight, and when he first arrived, he did not train, but purchased two maids from the slave trading market in the royal capital. The reason was naturally because when he was twelve years old, he was in the Golden Valley. , his father arranged for the personal maid who had been serving him to work in the guest room.
The same thing applies this time. When he hears that others expect him to live, this behavior will give him a sense of rebellion.
"Forgive me for being such a coward!"
As he spoke, Cohen's eyes were fixed on the black-haired young man in front of him, hoping to see a trace of unpleasantness or discomfort on his face, which would make him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.
But unfortunately, from the moment he observed Woody speaking, he didn't notice a trace of regret or trouble on his face.
On the contrary, it was his next words that made Cohen, who was originally secretly happy, slightly startled.
"Do you really want to die?"
He raised his eyebrows slightly and said.
The pair of golden eyes also projected over at the same time and met his gaze. For some reason, Cohen felt a little guilty under those golden eyes as deep as an abyss, but his reason still made him eager to answer and nodded.
"Of course, death is the best salvation for me!"
His decisive words, coupled with his already angry tone, gave people a sense of determination that even if they die, their faith will be indelible.
But after hearing this, Woody laughed.
He grinned, revealing his neat and white teeth, and his smile was particularly bright.
Cohen saw in his eyes sarcasm and a terrifying look that could penetrate people's hearts.
"What do you mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything. If that's the case, then I'll send you on your way. Since you want to die, then I will help you. You don't have to go to hell to atone for your sins. In my soul crystal, you can repent of your sins day and night. "
With that said, Woody took out the soul crystal that he had divided up from Green Creek Town and shook it at Cohen.
The middle-aged man's expression was originally pale. For some reason, the rare rosiness on his face disappeared without a trace, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back.
He said tremblingly.
"Just kill, there is no need for the soul, hell is more suitable for me."
"That's not up to you!"
Woody looked at Cohen's panic and said sarcastically.
"Why, are you scared to death now?"
"Or are you not confident in your own art of suspended animation?"
When Woody told him the magic he relied on for support, the middle-aged nobleman finally lowered his so-called arrogant head and replied in despair.
"Whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you!"
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