Wopole didn't dare to contradict, bowing his head even deeper.
The grand elder was a sage, the true ruler of this continent, not someone a mere grandmaster could defy.
"What are you planning to do?" the grand elder continued to inquire.
Wopole glanced at Roger, gritting his teeth before asking, "Saint, did you really steal the Dragon Slaying Pillar?"
Roger nodded, his smile bright, "Indeed, I found the object quite intriguing and wanted to study it."
Boom— A thunderclap exploded in Wopole's mind.
He had thought Roger might maintain some pretense, but he hadn't expected such a shameless admission.
"Saint," Wopole's face turned pale, "that is the dragons' reverse scale.
They will spare no effort to trouble us."
Roger's face grew serious, a rarity, as he stated, "Grandmaster Wopole, the divine might of the dragons is not as apparent nowadays.
Perhaps now is an opportune moment for us."
