Mitchell didn't feel surprised when he saw Steyr.
Since he was able to become the commander of the Imperial Guards, he naturally had some ability.
So, it was not surprising that he would appear here.
Seeing Mitchell's calm expression, Steyr nodded slightly as if he was rather impressed by him.
He then took out a parchment scroll.
After Mitchell took the scroll, Steyr said softly,
"Now, the scroll will give you a hint. As long as you follow the instructions on the scroll, there won't be any problems. Remember, just retrieve the item obediently and don't ever think about escaping."
Upon hearing the last sentence, Mitchell's expression immediately turned cold. He looked at Steyr and said coldly,
"Are you threatening me?"
Steyr smiled,
"It's just a friendly reminder."
With that, he left.
A murderous look flashed across Mitchell's face as he watched Steyr leave.
Mikhos, on the other hand, could tell what Mitchell was thinking. He reached out and patted his nephew on the shoulder.
"He's just following orders."
Hearing his uncle's words, Mitchell didn't say anything more and nodded slightly.
He then shifted his gaze to the parchment scroll in his hand.
This parchment scroll looked rather old.
The parchment was slightly yellow.
The scroll was tied with a thin red string.
Unlike the scroll, the red string was new.
Obviously, this scroll should have been just read by someone before.
At the same time, he could also deduce that the city lord was not lying.
That place indeed required a silver dragon to enter.
Without further thought, Mitchell immediately ripped away the red string and opened the scroll.
And the next moment, the scroll actually shot out a strong beam of light directly at Mitchell.
Everything happened so suddenly that even Mitchell, who had the [Tenfold Murderous Intent] gene, could not react in time.
In the next second, he was sucked in by the intense light emitted by the scroll.
Mikhos was shocked to see the scroll fall to the ground and quickly picked it up.
However, no matter how he flipped through the scroll, the parchment scroll remained completely blank and he couldn't see anything on it.
***
After some time, Mitchell slowly opened his eyes.
Mitchell found himself on the ground when he woke up.
And there was a protective shield emitting a faint silver glow around him.
Through the protective shield, Mitchell could clearly see the thick purple fog outside.
If he had guessed correctly, the mist would be poisonous.
Rubbing his throbbing temples, Mitchell rose slowly.
Little Mitch yapped excitedly and danced around when it saw Mitchell had woken up.
Mitchell looked at Little Mitch and instantly understood.
"Did you set up this protective shield?"
Little Mitch nodded immediately and raised its proud little head as if to say, "Quick, praise me."
Mitchell understood and rubbed Little Mitch's head. He smiled and praised it,
"It's all thanks to your help. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have survived."
At this moment, Mitchell slowly stood up and looked at the environment outside the protective shield. His expression gradually turned cold.
That damn City Lord of Storm City actually didn't pre-empt him that this was going to happen.
If not for Little Mitch, he would have died here.
Mitchell paused with that thought.
He suddenly understood what the city lord meant.
No wonder silver dragons were needed to enter this place.
If an ordinary person were to enter, they would probably be immediately surrounded by this purple poisonous fog and die on the spot.
Even a mage who knew how to cast a protective shield could not maintain it forever.
Sooner or later, the mage would die from exhaustion.
Only the legendary magic dragon—Silver Dragon, could maintain the protective shield continuously.
Even if it was tired, it could recover its strength by absorbing the magical elements in the air.
Instinctively, Mitchell turned to Little Mitch.
This innocent little fellow was truly powerful.
At the same time, Mitchell made up his mind.
He had to find a dragon to fuse with!
But that was for the future.
Right now, the most important thing was to get that thing and find a way out.
Mitchell asked Little Mitch softly,
"Little Mitch, can you make the protective shield move along with us?"
Little Mitch nodded obediently and shouted, "Papa!"
Mitchell didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This child only knew how to say papa and mama and nothing else.
However, it was fine as long as he could understand what it meant.
"Alright, let's go."
***
In a cold and damp cave, a man in black knelt on one knee and whispered,
"My Lord, my subordinate is back."
The man on the jade seat raised his eyelids slightly and looked down at him as he asked,
"Have you found any news about the silver dragon?"
"Yes, we did," the man in black answered immediately.
"I've just received news that the Leon Clan had wiped out the Kerr Clan this morning."
"This matter had alerted the royal family of the Storm City. Then, the master of the Silver Dragon and Lord Leon went to Storm City's royal palace."
Hearing that, the man frowned and said unhappily,
"The silver dragon was left in the palace?"
If the silver dragon really stayed in the palace, then the chances of successfully snatching it would be much lower.
This was what he did not want to see.
The man in black immediately shook his head and said,
"Although they went to the palace, I didn't know what method they used, they came out unscathed. But according to reliable intel, the owner of the silver dragon seems to have been sucked into a scroll at the entrance of the Leon Family's mansion. The Silver Dragon has also entered with him."
Right then, the man in the throne suddenly stood up and said in surprise,
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!"
After receiving the affirmative answer, the man slowly sat down again. He lightly tapped on the armrest of his seat. Then, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Harlaus, oh Harlaus, you sly old fox. You actually made him go and retrieve that thing for you.
However, you would've never expected that the portal to the Poisonous Mystic Realm… I have it too!"
At that thought, the man laughed maniacally.
Then, he slowly took out a scroll from his bosom.
If Mikhos were here, he would be shocked.
This was because this scroll was exactly the same as the one the City Lord of Storm City had given him!
Without any hesitation, the man untied the red string.
Immediately, a bright light shot out and sucked him into the scroll.
The man in black was left behind, feeling rather lost.