Although Genasar didn’t really expect to get any concrete information from him, something was better than nothing.
At least it was better than charging in like a reckless fool and bashing heads.
He hadn’t held out much hope—but to his surprise…
“I’ve fought him before, so I know this very well.”
“Oh ho~ That’s pretty impressive of you.”
Immediately after, the priest began gesturing animatedly as he described the fellow in question:
“His true strength isn’t all that great. What makes him dangerous is his troublesome undead minions, plus several magical items. The highest-grade one is the magic staff in his hand—an excellent Tier Three item!”
“Uh…”
Watching the priest flail around as he spoke, Genasar felt a bit speechless. Excellent Tier Three? That’s just so-so.
Weapons, aside from their user’s Tier One through Nine, also had quality ranks:
Below even basic equipment was the Crude grade. After that came Common, Excellent, Fine, Perfect—and then the universal grades: Legendary, Epic, Mythical.
As Genasar was busy complaining in his head, the priest went on excitedly:
“But that’s not the scariest thing. That guy also has a terrifying bead. It should be about the same grade as the staff, but even before he used it, I couldn’t withstand him and had to run away.”
“A terrifying bead? Hmm… Your information is quite useful. I understand. Goodbye.”
After getting the information he wanted, Genasar turned and left with Aishe and Karu.
The priest watched their backs as they left, and tears of gratitude welled up uncontrollably.
“What truly kind adults… Not only did they give us food in our most desperate times, now they’re willing to help us drive out our enemy. I’m so moved.”
His words were overheard by the tribespeople behind him, who also shed tears of gratitude.
“Yes, these three Lizard Lords are so kind. How could we ever repay them?”
Suddenly, Genasar quickly approached, eyes wide as he stared at the lizardman who had just spoken.
“Who are you calling a lizard?”
“Ah?”
The priest thought to himself, Oh no, I never told them that the adults were dragons! If I anger them and they refuse to help us, what will we do!
He hurriedly tried to explain:
“Lord, please—”
“Not your concern. Shut up.”
Genasar casually raised a claw to silence the priest, continuing to glare at the lizardman who’d made the mistake.
The lizardman stammered awkwardly, “N-not a lizard?”
“Hah…”
Genasar took a deep breath, then at last…
“I’m a ™dragon! Chromatic dragon! Red dragon! A mighty highborn pureblood dragon! Not some damn lizard! If any of you forget again, I’ll skin you myself! You bunch of jungle hicks!”
BEEP——
With the detailed map drawn by the priest, they soon arrived at a quiet, eerie forest.
The trees looked as if all their moisture had been sucked dry, their leaves vanished without a trace. The barren ground carried a heavy, chilling atmosphere.
A thick mist shrouded the area, blocking any view ahead, and within the little visibility they had, the occasional small animal skeleton appeared.
“This place is so scary. Let’s just go back.”
Karu, trembling all over, was the first to crack, pressing tightly against Genasar and nervously scanning their surroundings.
Speechless, Genasar took the initiative to rally their spirits, setting an example.
“What are you scared of? You’re a gold dragon, all radiant and fiery—why be afraid of a necromancer? He’s more likely to be scared of you!”
“R-really? I’m not very brave, so don’t lie to me.”
Karu eyed Genasar suspiciously, tilting her head. He raised his claw and pointed at Aishe beside him.
“Seriously, look at your sister Aishe. She hasn’t said a word—no complaints about being tired or scared. If even a white dragon isn’t scared, what are you so nervous about?”
“Ah? Is that true?”
Dubiously, she trotted up to Aishe and cautiously asked, “Aishe, are you really not scared?”
Unexpectedly, Aishe suddenly turned with a face full of gloom, looking utterly lifeless:
“I—am—very—scared—”
Karu: (ΩДΩ)