"Co and see, everyone, he’s turned into a lizard hahaha."
"That’s not a lizard, it’s a dragon!"
"How can there be such a skinny dragon in the world?"
"Even Powerful Warriors can be small and skinny!"
Having transford into a Dragon Head, Klan had undeniably beco the center of attention on the street, provoking endless discussions with his comical appearance, and he occasionally had to turn his head to retort.
Damn it, aren’t the Dragon Head humanoid figures in mythological legends supposed to be handso? Even the Dragon Blood Warriors from the Warrior Country look quite good. Why is mine so shriveled when it happens to ?
In the end, Klan was too exhausted to keep arguing with passersby and pleaded with Dal for a hood to cover his face.
"Just leave it uncovered," Dal remained indifferent, saying, "Next ti you encounter sothing strange, you’ll know to be more careful."
Klan was on the verge of tears.
But, to be fair, besides the lacking appearance, he indeed felt the power of the Dragon Head.
His senses had beco considerably sharper, almost like he constantly had Interdiate Eagle Eye Skill, Wind Listening Technique, Perception Skill, Dog Nose Skill, and other sense-enhancing magic. He felt he could even switch professions to beco a Ranger specializing in archery.
Body strength... or rather, head strength was enhanced, ordinary weapons hitting the Dragon Head felt like striking hard rock, especially those Dragon Horns whose hardness was extraordinarily high.
Besides enhanced senses and body strength, he could now breathe fire!
"Gurgle gurgle... hic!"
Perhaps he drank water too quickly, he couldn’t help but hiccup, resulting in a surge of heat from his throat he couldn’t suppress, opening his mouth, flas shot upwards!
The fierce fire tongue licked the sky, possibly comparable to Advanced Fire Tongue Skill?
Discovering new grounds, Klan was playful and enthusiastic, trying to let the flas brew in his mouth for a while before spitting—
Successfully spewed out a Fireball!
As naturally as blowing smoke rings!
His eyes sparkled with excitent, but before he could develop more tricks, a nearby Fran Guard forced his mouth shut, helplessly saying, "Are you planning to get arrested again by playing with fire on the street?"
Klan obediently closed his mouth, but internally thought: If there’s a stone to turn his head into a Dragon Head, is there one to turn his body into a dragon too? Just having the Dragon Head increased my abilities significantly, it would be amazing if my body could transform into a dragon too.
He fantasized about becoming a four-legged giant dragon, even a Two-legged Flying Dragon would be cool.
Soon, they arrived at a clinic.
"Hiss, your condition is truly..." the doctor gasped "Human-dragon hybrid? No, that doesn’t seem possible."
The doctor was at a loss, so they went to find a Priest.
"Your condition doesn’t seem like a curse, according to the magic detection results, it’s as if your head has been like this since birth."
Clearly, the Priest couldn’t help either.
"How much longer do we have to walk? I said if I die once, the Dragon Head will disappear automatically." Klan no longer wanted to be gawked at on the streets.
Several adventurers had already co to inquire how he got his head, expressing a desire to try it out, and so even complinted his look.
Indeed, aesthetics can’t be generalized...
After soliciting everyone’s opinion, Klan disclosed the information about how he got the Dragon Head, which wasn’t much of a secret anyway. It’s foreseeable that soon there’d be a wave of people heading to Fran Fort to explore the "Hawkwood" in the Painting World.
"Haven’t you realized, treating you is secondary, the main purpose is to verify the effect of the Dragon Head Stone you ntioned," a Fran Guard said, "Now it’s proven, that thing is truly magical, turning a person into a different species out of thin air!"
Dal blinked, surprised, "I’m genuinely trying to find a doctor for Klan."
This statent moved Klan, who was just about to say, "You’ll make sad if you put it that way," wanting to hug him.
In the end, no one capable of treatnt was found, and it remained unresolved. If he wanted to revert back, he could only wait to die once in the Dungeon tomorrow.
"I actually think having the Dragon Head is pretty nice, not only are my senses enhanced, but I can also breathe fire. Maybe I won’t revert back?"
Klan kept this thought until he lay in bed to sleep and realized he couldn’t sleep on his side.
"I must revert back! Not being able to sleep on my side is pure Hell!"
Before sleeping, he recounted the story he heard from Hawkwood.
"He said those yearning for the path of Ancient Dragons seem to be pursuing an unnad God. Legend has it that the deity resides in a place beyond the reach of mankind, only by ringing the great bell can one et him, but it wasn’t ntioned where the bell is."
"If it were ordinary mythology, I’d just treat these as legends, but these rumors originated from Sain Dungeon, so..." Fingerley pondered, "Perhaps we might really encounter that bell."
"You make feel excited yet afraid..."
People enthusiastically discussed the Ancient Dragon legends until the moon hung high; excitent couldn’t overco the biological urge to sleep.
Fingerley bid farewell to Dal and the others staying temporarily at the inn and returned to his small villa in the Royal City, intending to take a bath and rest.
However, under the moonlight, a beautiful girl with long black hair leaned against the door of his house, nodding off. Upon hearing his approaching footsteps, she instantly awoke.
"Matilda? What brings you here so late?" Fingerley asked, puzzled.
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