Chapter 190 - 189: Another Nickname
The Dragon Armor was acquired, Angmog was also smoothly taken down, and with that, everything more or less came to a perfect end.
The Cloud Giant’s castle is now in ruins, so there’s not much to visit there. The Silver Dragon attempted to preach, promoting Bahamut, advocating love and peace, but Leon, not paying attention, returned quickly with his haul worth several thousand Gold Coins.
On the Lost Plateau, it’s easy to get food, at least for a powerful flying Red Dragon. But the taste is nowhere near the delicacies crafted by the Halfling chefs of Watchtower Port. The first thing Leon did upon returning to Watchtower Port was eat, indulging himself heartily.
After having his fill, followed by a lava bath, Leon had a good sleep. He woke up naturally and crouched on the viewing platform of the volcanic crater, enjoying the cool sea breeze and looking out over the vast sea. He recalled his days of wandering the Lost Plateau and felt a strange sense of ’this is life’.
Indeed, compared to fighting and killing, he preferred a peaceful life — admiring the scenery, fishing every now and then. Too bad there’s no mobile phone or computer; otherwise, he could stay in for a week without going out. In general, he absolutely didn’t want to work; he really didn’t want to experience those days of working day and night again.
Whether it’s building roads or constructing docks, everything can rely on the Efreeti; just giving commands will do.
Marriage is like a besieged fortress: people outside want to get in, and those inside want out. A peaceful life is similar, though after more than half a month of doing nothing, Leon started to feel a bit bored.
He was really a bit envious of Tassera and the Brass Dragon, who both had hobbies to pass the time, while he didn’t know what to do with himself.
Actually, there were things he could do. For instance, he could try ruling Watchtower Port and then build it according to his vision, turning it into a utopia or a living hell.
But having not long ago encountered the Death Horror Monarch, and despite not having to exert much effort to take down Angmog, a Red Dragon matured into a Blood Scale Frenzy state, he was somewhat worried about encountering the same situation again. He wasn’t strong enough yet to act with impunity.
Of course, he couldn’t be arrogant and complacent, nor should he underestimate himself. Leon knew a little: with his current power, ruling a small to medium-sized city like Watchtower Port would pose no problem; no strong being would bother him over such a trivial matter.