Lysatos was in an agitated mood, the rational part told him it was only the beginning, that the princess would gain more than she lost. The emotional part told him to ruin the lives of the irrelevant for the sake of hatred. The golden dragon buried his head in the gold coin and rubbed it hard, the noise still kept up, and he felt the precursor of schizophrenia.
"This can't be."
He headed to the lab to focus his attention by building weaponry.
Vlamir walked in and froze when he saw what Lysatos was holding, he asked, "Master, what are you making?"
"Cold iron alloy humanoid full body armor, maximum additional +3 level enchantment, 20% acid damage reduction ..." Lysatos replied sleepily.
Vlamir said in a toothache-like tone, "Are you ... sure?"
Lysatos came back to his senses, looked down and saw that the armor helmet part of his hand was octagonal, with a concave chest and a convex chest, and fitted with two extra arms.
"I thought I wanted you to open trade with the Slime."
Golden Dragon was so angry that he balled up the armor and threw it far away. He did not have the good grace to ask: "What do you want me!"
Devil's Eye shrank for a moment, "The elven princess brought that little ranger to seek medical help."
Drusillia? Lysatos shook his head. "You receive, I do not want to see them, just say I'm out shopping." Said outside Lysatos flew out of the demiplane.
Vlamir rubbed his chin with his tentacles, how the golden dragon's figure looked a bit fled the illusion. Devil's Eye thought of a possibility and drew a cold breath.
"Could it be that the ... master has developed a love affair with the elf? This ... is too sinful!"
Lysatos soared through the skies of Saraph, too narrow an airspace for a gargoyle, climbing only ten thousand meters before he could faintly see the iridescence, the folded colors of the astral energy projected on the dimensional barriers. He flew to the level where the air was thin, contracted his wings, and descended in a straight line like a sword, the hunting wind sliding past his cheeks.
Near the ground, he threw his tail, adjusting the direction, like a triangular sail opened in a storm, the wings were violently stressed, the dragon body glided against the ground.
Thoughts clearer, he reflected on the month's actions. To Tia contradictions intensified or rushed, if Drusillia return time later, the tense situation in the green capital may collapse, then clean up more trouble. Now what should be done are done, just waiting for time to slowly ferment, the right time to throw the divine magic system out. The princess side, first hanging appetite, so as to seek all the crystals of the realm.
The idea is clear, Lysatos feel more comfortable, anyway, idle is idle, why not go to the human city to stroll, and collect detailed information.
Tia Forest is in the middle of the western part of the Saraf land, south of the human Crimson Federation, consisting of dozens of independent and autonomous city-states, and the two human kingdoms east of Tia Forest.
Among the Crimson Federation, Razor City is the most famous. This city is very special, straight up and down the top of the cliff, the area is not very large, but full of housing buildings, Razor City is dozens of such cliffs, between the chains or rocks to build an arch bridge. From under the bridge, the hundreds of meters high deep ravine is dizzying.
Razor City is high above the main artery to the south, and the danger of the sky makes him a city that never falls in war and is extremely prosperous.
Such architectural marvels are worthy of admiration even from the low magic plane. Lysatos flew in a second time, but this time stealthily. He took the form of a sturdy blond human with a fair and sunny face, which at first glance seemed to be a paladin.
Unlike human mages who like to wear black robes and low hats, dragons do not need mysticism to show their status, Lysatos dresses like a nobleman, with pale red cloud shoulders shrugging up. Black background gold silk gown, straight silk pants, ten fingers with eight different kinds of gemstone rings, the collar of the broken diamond glitter stabbed the opposite direction and can not open the eyes of people. So, even if the dragon becomes a human, that also and the fireflies in the night as windy.
The commercial street of Razor City welcomes a strange guest, handsome and dazzling, yes, it is dazzling. The expression is modest with hidden arrogance, appearing more elegant, but a thuggish dress, so that shopkeepers bet each other, guessing when this person will be robbed and killed to throw the body.
The dragon's nature does not care what humans think, just as humans do not care what monkeys think. He walked through every jewelry store in the business district, harvesting 1 two-finger emerald, 25 black pearls of equal size, 1 carved agate, and 1 rare fuchsia variegated stone. The shopping was so relaxing that paying the bill was a side effect of the relaxation, so Lysatos maliciously exchanged gold coins for silver coins and almost smashed the store salesman to death.
The casual wanderings did not stop until Lesatos found a special boy. Sitting on the second floor of a street-level restaurant, he looked with interest at the street, a six- or seven-year-old boy distributing leaflets and selling amulets. He was patched, shabbily dressed, in a very young grade, and seemed uneducated. But the boy could instantly calculate the tedious difference between different coins when looking for money, with clear diction and nimble fingers, the kind of reflexes and quick thinking that are the basis for becoming a mage's apprentice.
"Waiter."
"Sir, what's your order."
Lysatos gave him a coin, "Bring up the boy."
The waiter looked at the silver coin with a corner missing and bellyached the stingy ghost. In a short time, the boy was brought up, and he stood on the expensive carpet, looking a little confused, but not afraid.
"Sir, are you interested in our denomination?" The flyer the boy was handing out was about some emerging religion.
"Tell me about it."
The boy was excited and recited in the melody of a poetic ditty. "Golden feathered wings across the land of Saraf, the gods of the heavens descend in the gesture of the dragon, who holds the secrets of life and death, O great dragon god ..."
This is so interesting, actually is pulling himself up to the altar of God, it seems to fly around the continent the effect is remarkable. The boy sang vigorously, the tune was so melodious that even the attendants came over to listen to the legend of the dragon.
Lysatos and his compatriots in the various realms of travel, there are idol worship experience, but directly face the "false believers" is the first time, I wonder if he transformed on the spot, the boy will be what expression. Lysatos picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, with a small sense of satisfaction.
"The gods will eventually be annihilated, everything will fade away, leaving only the dragon of death to rule the world!"
Poof, Lysatos spit out all the tea, the last sentence thundered him. The words are extremely familiar, seems to be the slogan of the dragon worship religion ah. Did Samast also came to Saraf? I heard rumors that the founder of the dragon witch demon, the evil demigod Samast was killed for blocking some red-robed mage from carrying out a more evil** hegemony, was it a rumor?
The attendant, who had been listening with great interest to the last inauspicious sentence, rebuked the boy repeatedly, and the boy looked aggrieved. Lysatos waved his hand and told the waiter to back off.
Lysatos flipped his fingers and a gold coin glittered, catching the boy's eye.
"What is your name?"
"Kaye, I am an orphan, no last name, my name is my own."
"Okay Kaye, tell me about this dragon worshiping sect and I'll buy your amulet and flyer."
The boy mused, eager for the gold coin. "I don't know much, I've been assigned by the Lord God-Emperor to distribute leaflets, many of them."
"The God-Emperor?"
"Yes." There was a look of reverence on the boy's face, "He said he was the messenger of the golden dragon, spreading the gospel for the dragon god. He also has powerful magic, it's true! I'm not lying, many people saw him touch the tree with their own eyes, and it withered instantly. He said it was the dragon who took away the life."
Lysatos raised his eyebrows, there was actually a real spell caster, he was going to check the end.
"Gold coins for you."
The boy gleefully exchanged the flyer with the wooden amulet and bounced away. When he reached the stairs, he suddenly stood still and looked hesitant. Then he ran back and said, "Sir, you are a good man. So I hope you don't believe in this religion, it won't end well. Never say that I preached it." Kaye said and ran away.
Lysatos put out an invisible peeping spell and followed the boy. He scanned the flyer and threw it away straight away, full of all kinds of made-up alarmist, inconsistent stories of gods and monsters that looked like the lowest level of cult practices.
In the image, Kaye exchanged most of the money for black bread and cheap jerky, leaving only a few dozen copper coins. Hiding the food, he continues back to the street to hand out flyers.
Just a common brat, greedy for money and self-enrichment. The small touch of the previous advice dissipated, Lysatos quickly put him behind him, there are too many people with mage qualifications, not to find a flawed moral character.
Lysatos used prophecy spells to find out, he wanted to meet this "messenger of God" personally.