"Your fingers can't get hard again, so what's the use of staring at that ring? Just go back and make a necklace out of it, and hang it around your neck," one said coldly to the silly-looking Dragon Knight.
Dragon Knight Lampard looked up at one for a long time, pursed his lips, didn't say anything, just nodded silently. Beside him, the Silent Golden Giant Dragon Haselbank's huge eyes were fixed on one's pockmarked face as if it had guessed one's identity.
The Golden Giant Dragon Haselbank slowly pulled back his leather armor, staring intently at one; on his muscular, brawny chest there was a round scar the size of a coin, with granulation tissue protruding, looking like an old wound left by a sharp weapon that had yet to heal.
One shook his head and very straightforwardly smacked the Golden Giant Dragon on the back of its head.
