When Rean apologized, he apologized to all the Salamanders in the surroundings, making it look like he was apologizing to the 'specific one' he talked to. The Salamanders no doubt cursed Rean about the Spiritual Sense ssage. If Rean hadn't made that apology straight away, they would all have asked for his head already.
However... the conflict of their bloodlines and fire nature still existed. The result of having it fixed was shown in front of their whole eting of important Salamanders. Ambrisio and Gwart were living proof that Rean's abilities were real. They still wanted to have it fixed, and if Rean wasn't lying, this might be a permanent solution. Even if it is not, Rean did ntion this fix should last at least a few decades. Only ti could tell which of the outcos would happen.
Zymrug decided to let it go for the sake of Rean's abilities. "Since you understand, don't ntion this matter ever again. Now, what do you want in exchange for your abilities? The amount of Spirit Stones we can offer you would be enough for you to cultivate until the end of your life. If this is not what you want, we can try to acomodate any of your other
requirents."
Rean shook his head in response, though. "Oh, I did indeed apologize for asking your race for so of your blood. However, it doesn't an I wanted anything else. Truth be told, I'm pretty wealthy myself. I'm already settled with Spirit Stones for the many years to co."
Rean then turned around, preparing to leave. "Since I can't have Dragonkin Blood here, I will just go visit the other Dragonkin races in the continent and see if I can reach so agreent. Thank you for your hospitality."
Finally, Rean jumped on Kentucky's back, and the two took flight... or so they tried. Naturally, all the Salamanders imdiately jumped ahead, blocking his path. "That won't do. We need your abilities, so you can't just leave after that."
Rean didn't look angry. Instead, his eyes lit up, and he talked overjoyed. "I see! So you decided to give the blood! Great! Now we can talk again."
Zymrug almost exploded in rage. "No one is giving you any fucking blood!"
Rean and Kentucky looked at each other, puzzled. Finally, Rean asked innocently. "But without the blood, there is no deal. What's the point of even holding here if you can't pay for my skills?"
Zymrug's Spiritual Energy Pressure fell on Rean and Kentucky, forcing them back to the ground. "If you don't want to use it for good, you will have to use it for bad. We were polite enough to at least offer you so paynt, but you didn't accept it. Now, you won't get anything and will be forced to do work for us for free. You won't leave this place ever again until the end of your life!"
Kentucky couldn't help but look at all the Salamanders as if he were looking at a bunch of idiots. "Tweety, these guys aren't very smart, are they?"
The anger only increased with Kentucky's words. Yet, Rean made it even worse. "Co on, Sylvester. You have to understand their despair. It is only normal that they can't see the big picture when such an opportunity appears in front of them. Don't worry, though. Senior Zymrug is the leader of the Lava Pristine Salamanders. As long as he calms down and thinks about it for a minute, he will understand why doing such a thing will pretty must bring his race to its extinction."
"What?!" Let alone Zymrug, everyone couldn't believe Rean's words.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Are you threatening our Lava Pristine Salamander Race?!"
"I told you all! We should have just killed him from the start!"
Those and more voices surged, all with extre anger. Yet, Zymrug was indeed the leader of the Lava Pristine Salamanders and the oldest one. Even though Demon Beasts are more simplistic, they aren't idiots. Zymrug's instinct told him that Rean's words were no empty threat. For a mont, he stopped speaking and thought about what Rean had just said. Not only him, but a few more Salamanders, especially those in the Transition Realm, did the
sa.
Finally, they all reached the sa conclusion. A conclusion that should have been obvious from the start, but they failed to grasp it due to their excitent and anger.
*Roar!*
Zymrug once again roared, making all the Salamanders fall into silence. Only then did he talk again. "To work on our bodies, you will need us to not fight back. We need to open ourselves completely so you can fix the conflict between our bloodlines and fire elent nature. That's what you ant, right?"
The other Salamanders who listened to Rean's words also reached this sa conclusion. As for the ones who were too angry to do so a mont ago, they now understood the risks of having Rean doing such a thing.
Rean smiled, happy that Zymrug and the others saw the problem with their forceful thods. "Look, Sylvester, senior Zymrug only had to calm down a little to see the truth. Senior Zymrug, you are correct. Opening yourselves to also ans allowing to do whatever I want with your bodies. My ability allows to fix the problem between the Fire and Water, Yin and Yang, of your Lava Pristine Salamander race."
He continued. "Since I can fix it, I can also make it worse. Who knows? I don't even need to make it look like I did anything wrong at first glance. Perhaps I'm able to set a trap within your bodies that will only manifest decades in the future. You will force to use my ability on you against my will, but are you willing to accept the risk of setting you up for death? Maybe you guys can have try it on a few mbers first and then wait a few decades to see the results. But who can say I wouldn't cause trouble the second ti I work on you instead of the first ti? Simply put, forcing to help you will not end well to your race."
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