Chapter 132: Entangled Fate
Inside a castle thick with the stench of blood, Geronimo lay sprawled atop a heap of gold coins. He spoke with Hoffmann Ironfist through a magical communication array.
It would no longer be accurate to call Geronimo a half-dragon. A tail had already grown from his spine. Aside from his legs, which still weren't reverse-jointed, there was little difference between him and a true dragon.
He had devoured the flesh and blood of the House of Cerberus, inherited their memories, and seized everything they possessed.
Their castle was now his.
Only after becoming a dragon did he truly understand why dragons loved gold.
Most dragons were warm-blooded creatures, and their body temperature was extraordinarily high. Whether because dragon blood burned too fiercely, or because the magic coursing through them was too intense, most dragons lived in a constant state of oppressive heat.
Gold conducted heat extremely well, so lying atop it was genuinely pleasurable for dragons.
Gold was also relatively soft. The sensation of gold rubbing against dragon scales was just right, pleasant and soothing. On top of that, gold did not corrode or rust like steel. Even if blood or rotting flesh spilled across it, a casual breath of dragonfire was enough to cleanse it. Steel, by contrast, warped and degraded under high temperatures.
For dragons, gold was simply the perfect bedding material.