Chapter 140 - 139 Promised Land
Leon sprawled out as usual, indulging in good food and drink every day, leaving all the messy work to Cecilia, among which the most important was gathering intelligence about Watchtower Port... She couldn’t fight at all, bringing her out was purely for such tasks.
Another reason was actually that Leon was quite capable in combat, but when it came to eloquence, even flattering could not keep pace with Cecilia who, as a Green Dragon, was not only articulate but also deceitful.
For the sake of intelligence gathering, or simply bargaining while shopping, Cecilia could seamlessly switch between identities such as weak woman, married lady, noble daughter, damsel in distress, spy, and so forth, spinning lies without pausing to think, astonishing Leon for an entire afternoon.
In short, about three days later, Leon obtained intelligence regarding Watchtower Port. It turns out that the actual controllers of the port were a business guild from the Talia Alliance, located on the Gold-plated Coast, with a forest to the north, passing through which led to the Lost Plateau. To the east was Talia Alliance, while to the south lay the endless Flash Sea...
"Do you know what’s in Flash Sea?" Cecilia had been talking non-stop when she suddenly threw out a teaser.
"What’s there?" Leon didn’t feel discouraged and played along with Cecilia’s guessing game, "Bronze dragons?"
He remembered that bronze dragons were coastal dragons, fond of watching ships come and go continuously near their nesting beaches. Sometimes they would turn into dolphins or seagulls to get close to the ships and crew, or transform into birds or mice to sneak onto the ships and check the treasures in the cargo holds...
Of course, as Metal Dragons belonging to the good alignment, they wouldn’t engage in thievery. If they found some goods worthy of being added to their treasury, they would simply find ways to trade with the Captain.
"It’s not bronze dragons," said Cecilia. "I didn’t hear about any bronze dragons here, though I guess there must be some."
"Then it must be Dragon Turtles," Leon said, thinking that Dragon Turtles are like dragon cousins. Although cousins, that did not mean they were as meek as Flying Dragons. Their Challenge Level was not much different from that of Red Dragons, and an Ancient Dragon Turtle was as massive as an island, terrifying like a natural disaster when angered, an existence not to be underestimated.
"That’s not it either," Cecilia replied, "It’s related to master."