"Richard! Come over here!" As they were speaking of Mourinho, the chief priest stood up. His face, as firm as the eternal ice of Tamerlarya, beckoned to Richard.
"Your holiness, how may I assist you?" Richard sauntered over with Beamon, swaggering with a pigeon-toed stride, until they were in front of Mourinho. As Beamon passed by the Fire Phoenix, he intentionally bumped into it. He acted really cool but ended up buckling due to the pain he felt under his tender skin.
"Who injured Gortani?" No sooner had Mourinho finished speaking than the sound of a dragon's roar was getting clearer from a distance. The Black Dragon from Hell was nowhere to be seen in the pitch-black sky, but it was presumably arriving soon.
Mourinho glanced at the black sky then turned his gaze back to Richard. There was something similar to the Phoenix in his eyes, as if they were filled with flames.
