To prevent the Aolong Magister from exploding in anger, Negris quickly stepped between them, he knew all too well the infuriating nature of Ange, someone who could drive others mad even without uttering a word, Negris had suffered greatly because of it.
If it were anyone else asking these questions, the Aolong Magister wouldn't even bother responding, but Negris was different, he was a Bronze Dragon.
The Aolong Magister begrudgingly gave a chest salute and said: "Aolong Clan, Space Arcane Magician, Gargul."
"Aolong Clan? Never heard of it, where are you from?" Negris asked again.
"You damned uncouth Juvenile Dragon, even though you are part of the Dragon Clan, shouldn't you at least introduce yourself? Have the dragons in this place forgotten even the basic courtesy?" Gargul the Aolong Magister retorted angrily, a sense of being casually dismissed apparent on his face.
"Oh, oh, sorry, I'm Negris." A guilty Negris quickly replied.
