Li Weiliam returned to his room to rest, his mind still buzzing with the words Liszt had said in the last moments.
"I've ridden another dragon recently."
"Although I don't have money, I do have dragons, five of them."
"Their money will ultimately be my money."
These words circled relentlessly in his mind, leading him to express an inexplicable sentiment, "It makes so much sense that I find myself at a loss for words."
Against the wealth of the Red and White Rose Family, he didn't have much power to resist, yet he knew Liszt was right. Control over dragons was the true foundation of wealth, the reason why the Dragon Rearing Family were among the top nobility lay in the dragons they raised, capable of suppressing a kingdom.
Despite understanding this, an inevitable thought still emerged: "What a pity."
Liszt himself had the same thought.
