Chapter 82 Servant
Brass Dragon finished scouring and returned to the castle with the spoils of war. It heard that the Efreeti, due to a twisted wish from the Praying Skill, was now trapped in an oil lamp and it took several minutes to confirm this was not a joke.
"This Efreeti, I don’t know whether to call him unlucky or stupid... Calling him stupid, sometimes he seems quite cunning though."
Brass Dragon had already transformed into human form, preferring the image of a jovial human in his thirties. He continued, "We weren’t originally targeting him. We just wanted to sell passes and deliberately let some rumors slip. He actually believed them and came to us..."
Brass Dragon stared at the oil lamp and complained, "He used the Praying Skill without properly phrasing his wish, and now, it’s been twisted... Well, it doesn’t seem twisted, but anyway, he’s trapped now."
"I just want to ask one question," said Brass Dragon, his eyes lighting up with excitement, "Do you think we could rub the oil lamp, let him out and make a wish to him... Have you heard of the Efreeti bottle prisoner? Just pull out the stopper, release the Efreeti, and he can grant you three Praying Skills."
"As long as we’re clear when we make a wish and aren’t too greedy... One Praying Skill to create a non-magic item worth tens of thousands of Gold Coins should not be a problem," Brass Dragon licked his lips greedily, "And since there are three of us, one wish each."
"Dream on," Tassera glanced at Brass Dragon disdainfully, thinking whether the Efreeti was stupid was unclear, but you certainly are, "He’s a regular Efreeti, not noble... Even noble Efreetis can’t cast three Praying Skills at once unless it’s the Efreeti Sultan."
"As for the Efreeti Sultan..." Tassera laughed, even the most arrogant Blue Dragon, who could not tolerate any implication of weakness, must have at least a minimal sense of reality, "How would we coerce him into using the Praying Skill? If he wanted to squash us, it would just be a flick of his finger."
"Even if the Efreeti Sultan could rival gods..." Brass Dragon muttered, "It wouldn’t be that easy to kill us. As long as we don’t go to the Fire Element Plane, he doesn’t have any good way to deal with us. The Material Plane isn’t a place anyone can just drop by."