Chapter 258: Sixty-Fifth Floor, Dragons’ Grave (6)
[Complete the Beastfolk Alliance’s request. Time Remaining: 149 hours 34 minutes.]
The dragonkin surveyed the cave, eyes wide from disbelief.
Encountering one for the first time was an intriguing experience. His reptilian eyes and the small horns crowning his head really cemented his draconic ancestry.
Apart from those features, however, his human-like face—it sounded somewhat absurd—bore a bureaucrat's typical countenance.
Regardless, his astonishment overshadowed his haughtiness as he cast a glance over the dismembered cultists. After staring at their corpses for a solid second, he briefly shifted his gaze to the haggard survivors before finally landing his attention on me.
A faint furrow appeared on his brow as he sensed something amiss.
Moments later, his gaze flickered to my ears. His eyes somehow widened even further, shock evident.
“S-s-savior of our ancestors! No, a benefactor’s heir!”
Without hesitation, he bowed deeply, one hand placed behind his back while the other pressed against his forehead.
Though unfamiliar with the gesture, I assumed it to be a mark of reverence.
As expected, he recognized the scale tokens instantly.
It was a promising start. I had a feeling things would proceed smoothly from here on out.