Chapter 232 - 231 The Weakness of the Red Dragon
Leon didn’t have anyone proficient in Healing Magic under his command. Cecilia had to resort to taking alchemical potions... but potions cost money, and she was unwilling to spend. Thus, she could only rely on her self-healing ability. Fortunately, it was just a surface wound, and dragons naturally had powerful regeneration capabilities.
The minor wounds had already healed, but the larger ones hadn’t scabbed over yet. Every movement brought a dull pain. Unable to sleep and with nothing better to do, Cecilia lay at the volcano’s edge, discussing strategies to deal with Danalan with Salovis.
As a Green Dragon, Cecilia’s approach was straightforward: find a way to corrupt that Elf City and turn all its elves to the forces of evil. If she could occupy that Elf City, she wouldn’t hesitate to move her lair there, no matter how troublesome the process.
Salovis’s idea was even simpler: pillage, burn, and slaughter.
Of course, the two of them—a young Green Dragon and a juvenile Red Dragon—were hardly significant compared to such a large Elf City. In terms of size, Danalan was actually much smaller than Watchtower Port, but it was still far larger than any Elf Village. At least it was a proper city. Still, dreaming big was commendable.
"Big brother seems to be back," Salovis suddenly said, lifting her head. With her sharp eyes, she spotted the silhouette of a Red Dragon soaring over the sea. Bathed in moonlight, he looked as dazzling as a magnificent Ruby Dragon. No wonder some people mistook him for one.
Cecilia walked toward the slowly descending Leon and said, "Why did you return so quickly, master?"
"Because all I did was issue a few threats," Leon replied, recounting everything that had happened during his trip to Danalan. He then lowered his gaze to the Green Dragon. "You’re not upset that I made a decision on my own, are you? A compensation of ten thousand Gold Coins should be enough to appease your anger."
Ten thousand Gold Coins was no small amount. Many dragons toiled for decades and still didn’t accumulate such wealth by the time they reached adulthood. For just a minor wound, being compensated that handsomely—no dragon would refuse. Cecilia, of course, was no exception.
A thought suddenly crossed her mind, and her eyes gleamed. "For just a small flesh wound, ten thousand Gold Coins is indeed too much. Five thousand Gold Coins will suffice."
"Only five thousand Gold Coins?" Salovis looked at Cecilia with disdain after hearing her words. "I’ve heard of people feeling shortchanged, but never someone disliking having too much money... Passing on ten thousand Gold Coins and settling for five? Are you stupid?"