The dragon walked around the gazebo to get a good view of the sage's face, who spoke, "Before I speak, promise me something."
The beast froze in its tracks and stared at the old man. "What?"
"Promise me that you'll not go berserk or leave the preserve." The solemn voice of the human automatically made the dragon ponder for a while.
I don't know why, but I already feel angry for unknown reasons.
Sigh~
"Ok." Exhaling a mouthful of air, the dragon nodded its head hesitantly.
The sage sensed the beast's unwillingness to seal the agreement and was well aware of what Bulwark could do. But he decided to gamble on his luck.
"That cocoon wasn't the first one to fall into the lake. From the conversation, Adam picked up that countless Royal Cocoons had exited the obelisk and had become food for the marine animals in the past."
In one breath, sage spat the fact and raised his eyes. To his surprise, Bulwark's face didn't have the slightest fluctuations.
Was he petrified?
