Black Sail

Ben was a professional and a member of the first tier of the Thieves Guild.

He had seen, tasted, and played with a wide range of experiences, so much so that second- and third-tier nobles wouldn’t dare to challenge him.

Having frequented the underworld of the Western Continent for many years, he had seen all sorts of peculiar items, cultural treasures, ancient Curse Artifacts, genuine relics from the Ancient Era to treasures forged by contemporary Divine Craftsmen, including the Fierce Sun Halberds of the former generals of the Winter Country and Leviathan, the Sword of the legendary Demon Hunters and even the fabled Junlin Sword during a transaction.

He had kidnapped a variety of rare intelligent species for ransom before, including young Behemoths, Druids, and Forest Elves.

But he had never seen a scene like this one before.

The method of identifying dragons had been lost to time, but Ben could be certain that this girl wasn’t hatched from a dragon egg; that was just a creation of Magicians from the Ancient Era.

Because Ben himself once handled a fossilized Dragon Egg, which some magicians needed as dead matter for their Array Seals and Magic Techniques.

The girl’s exquisite aura, her silver hair that cascaded like a river of stars, the enchanting glimmer of the Dragon Scales under her gemstone eyes, and a pair of Dragon Horns that contained terrifying energy fluctuations—all attested to her identity, like a peerless treasure, seemingly not of this mortal plane.

Ben had no idea what was going on.

Was this the goods?

Those people from Lostra had come here not to exchange a Stele but a living Dragon?