"Professor Smith, have you heard of any way to break this curse?" Old Lagan couldn't help but ask.
He was very interested in the matter of the Dragon Beast and naturally wanted to know if there was a solution.
"I'm sorry." Noah Smith laughed, at sixty-years-old he seemed as cheerful as a naughty child, "To be honest, I don't have a solution, but I have a feeling that the Dragon Beast King will be the key to breaking the curse!"
After saying this, he stood up, his hands in his pockets, walked to the sofa where Tara Summer was sitting, and gave her a smile, "Miss Summer, relax. Everything in the world has its counterpart, there's no curse that can't be broken. Anything can happen before the end so there's no need to be too worried. It's better not to think about it than to live in fear."
