Changing the topic, he continued: "However, before that, at the beginning of the chaos, when encountering other stronger, greedier, and more threatening enemies."
"As kin with Dragon Blood, we can lend each other a helping hand. We can be future competitors... but we can also be temporary allies and comrades."
Since Alberto decided to develop in the Sel Wilderness and still owed him a huge sum of money.
With the stubborn nature and grand ambitions of this Golden Dragon, he is bound to encounter countless troubles and challenges in the process of reclaiming territory and establishing order in the wilderness.
First, beco allies and establish a connection.
In the future, there might be opportunities to gradually bring him under control and achieve true mastery.
Subduing a few naive, weak young dragons and juvenile dragons is nothing.
To make this proud, persistent, and ambitious young Golden Dragon gradually lower his noble head, beco submissive and loyal, and ultimately willingly work for him, that is the kind of achievent that can bring joy to a dragon.
After hearing the Red Iron Dragon’s words,
Alberto didn’t hesitate much and nodded heavily: "A good suggestion, I’m very interested."
He looked directly into the Red Iron Dragon’s eyes and said: "Galos, I can also feel your domineering ambition, and as allies, I am very willing to fight alongside like-minded individuals."
After a pause, he continued in a deep voice:
"When the dust settles in the Sel Wilderness, when chaos is ended, when only the ’Two Kings’ remain standing on this land, when you and I inevitably stand on opposite sides, becoming each other’s sole competitor."
He slightly raised his head, Long Wei unconsciously spreading out: "I will... go all out! As the highest respect to you, this powerful opponent!"
Only the Two Kings remain... still as confident as ever.
Galos never thought of ruling the entire Sel Wilderness—that land is too vast, too chaotic, involving too many forces.
His goal is to take advantage of the chaos to bite off the most succulent and crucial pieces of this huge cake as much as possible.
However.
If in the future, there really is an opportunity to include the entire wilderness... Galos won’t let it go.
The Red Iron Dragon, impassively suppressing these thoughts, maintained a calm expression on his face. Unlike Alberto, he doesn’t wear his thoughts and emotions on his face.
"So, happy cooperation?"
"Happy cooperation!"
The agreent was rely verbal, but Holy Dragons keep their word and do not break their promises. As for Galos, he dared to swear on his Evil Dragon bloodline that he would not easily break this promise either.
After confirming a temporary alliance relationship.
After affirming this temporary alliance based on mutual interests and recognition.
Alberto’s tense mind finally fully relaxed.
He lay back on the stone platform again, grabbing food and putting it into his mouth once more.
A wonderful change occurred, as if the roasted at in his mouth was endowed with a soul. The aroma burst on his tongue, the at juices rich; the ice-cold liquor flowed down his throat, bringing not a burning sensation, but a delightful tipsiness.
The food finally had its proper taste, no longer a tasteless burden.
Buzz—!
Suddenly.
A powerful arcane brilliance flashed from Alberto’s massive dragon body. Under the sowhat surprised gazes of the other dragons, his giant dragon form rapidly contracted and transford.
The light faded away.
A human male adventurer with a tall and straight figure, golden hair shining like sunlight in curls, a face handso like a classic sculpture, and a beaming, radiant smile—Alberto’s human form—stood elegantly on the stone platform.
Human form and dragon form.
The deanor and bearing seed like two completely different souls.
The prestige, obsession, and heaviness of the dragon form vanished, replaced by an almost pure, sunny passion and ease.
"Such fine food and exquisite wine..."
The human form Alberto picked up the wine glass, appreciating the liquid that wasn’t particularly clear inside, his voice light and infectious: "Should be carefully and slowly savored and enjoyed, to do justice to their value and... the chef’s hard work."
He raised an eyebrow, focused and delighted, starting to taste the dishes and wine offered by the attendants.
After a few glasses of strong wine.
A slight blush appeared on Alberto’s cheeks, his gaze becoming brighter and more uninhibited.
He put down his glass, turned to Galos, carefree: "Galos, you are the first... to directly approve of my ideals in such a manner!"
He spread his arms as if embracing the whole hall: "This recognition, this... ’understanding’! makes incredibly excited and grateful at heart!"
He beca unable to contain his excitent: "Allow ... to present a song and dance to express my indescribable joy at this mont!"
Before the words had fallen.
Alberto had already taken out his harp, exuding a faint woody fragrance, from behind his waist.
Then, under the astonished and even sowhat flabbergasted gazes of the crowd of dragons—Galos slightly surprised, Samantha frowning in confusion, Trish tilting her head curiously, Solrog expressionless—
This "adventurer" leapt lightly to the center ground of the hall, accompanying the lodious harp strums he plucked himself.
His slender and agile body began to dance, his movents alternately like a forest fairy’s ethereal grace, and with the elegance and smoothness of human court dance, even incorporating so of the primal vitality of Snakefolk dancers’ rhythms, his professionalism in movent, beauty in posture, and emotional investnt... instantly eclipsed the nearby Serpentine won originally performing, leaving them at a loss, stopping their actions,
"Hey! Such a wonderful mont, anyone willing to join for a dance?"
Alberto, spinning and leaping, issued an enthusiastic invitation to the surrounding dragons.
Naturally, no dragon responded.
However, Alberto’s enthusiasm was not diminished in the slightest because of this.
He seed completely imrsed in the music, dance, and the ultimate pleasure of self-expression it brought.
The harp music beca more lodious, the dance steps freer and more exuberant, his face beaming with pure, heartfelt joy.
As if... he had wholly forgotten his noble identity as a majestic Golden Dragon, as well as completely ignoring the fact that he was within a fortress core surrounded by powerful Evil Dragons.
"This Golden Dragon..."
The Elf Dragon, watching the spectacle while lying on Galos’s massive ear flaps, couldn’t help but poke at the Red Iron Dragon’s scales with a small claw, whispering in a faint voice only he could hear, filled with thick confusion: "Isn’t he here (she pointed a little claw at her own little head) a bit... um... split-personality?"
Galos, hearing this, was first taken aback, then let out a low, hoarse laugh from his throat.
Split-personality?
Perhaps so.
According to the vague records and descriptions in bloodline heritage, almost all Golden Dragons have more or less this trait in their bones.
Otherwise, how could they switch so smoothly and seamlessly between playing different roles, as if having multiple distinct souls?
Thinking deeper...
Galos’s vertical pupils reflected the golden figure dancing in the center of the hall, a trace of understanding flashing through his mind.
Perhaps, it is precisely because the lives of Golden Dragons are too simple and smooth, lacking sufficient challenges and waves.
That they need this nearly split manner of acting to actively seek so kind of diverse excitents and pleasures for their long and sowhat monotonous dragon life.
"Able to leisurely split personalities... no envy, nothing to envy."
Galos steadied his mind, thinking to himself.
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