Minos sighed and said, "Well, I'm not a seraphim. I just made a deal with them and was rewarded for it. That wouldn't be a problem for you, would it?"
The old level 114 Dragon looked at his companions and motioned for them to leave, leaving only him, Minos, and the level 112 guy.
"You inherited something from a distant relative of our tribe, so we won't have any problems with you because of such a detail, young man," the big gray dragon said. His voice was hoarse and deep, carrying the experience of someone over 500,000 years old.
"But for that very reason, I must give you this warning. Be careful of the wings on your back. I don't doubt their powers and how important they are to you now. But beware, young human. Their glow could put you in mortal danger."
"Senior, please enlighten me." Minos made a polite gesture to the old Dragon, his wings retracting to their resting position.
