Chapter Thirty-Six: Dragon

  As night fell, Francis and the other three sat around a large bonfire, next to which was roasting a sizzling, oil-dripping magical beast. Francis once again displayed his inhuman appetite, startling Eryndor who had never seen him eat before.

  "What a close call today!" Francis rubbed his belly and told them about how he almost lost it.

  "Who would have thought that something like this would happen, it's infuriating! If I had known, I should have tortured that guy thoroughly before killing him!" Dice said in anger. Saber also looked at Francis with red eyes, still blaming herself for putting Francis in danger this time.

  "Isn't this already nothing?" Francis patted Saber's head, he now somewhat liked this action, of course still being careful about the stupid hair on Saber's head.

  "Who is that Scott the young master mentioned?" Eilos didn't know the cause of the matter, and Dis explained the cause and result to Eilos while emphasizing that he was the one who finished off Scott in the end.

  "Ah, so the pile of bones I saw during the day was that ancient dragon! Saber is really amazing! A giant bone dragon with such strong defense, yet she took it down with just one move!"

  "No, just call me Saber!"

  "Is it okay? Wouldn't it be impolite?"

  "What about the giant dragon that Young Master mentioned? Through that skeletal dragon, I can roughly infer the strength of a divine-ranked giant dragon!" Dis thought back to the skeletal dragon he saw today and felt that Francis had exaggerated the strength of the giant dragon.

  "No, no, I'm not exaggerating, but that Bone Dragon... how should I put it? It can't be considered a true Bone Dragon!" Francis thought for a moment "That Bone Dragon is actually more like an alchemy product, only having the skeletal structure of a dragon, but without the soul of a giant dragon. To be honest, inside that dragon body is just a human soul! True Bone Dragons, they retain some abilities and characteristics of the dragon tribe even after death!"

  "Is there any difference?" Eryndor Thorne asked curiously, having just arrived in this world and knowing very little about it. If not for Dis telling him some things during the day, he would probably know nothing now.

  "What's the difference? This can't be described as a difference, can it? The two are completely incomparable." Francis closed his eyes and recalled his memories of dragons.

  "First of all, it's the Dragon's Majesty! This is the symbol of the giant dragon, even if it's a skeletal dragon, the Dragon's Majesty still exists!" He glanced at the three people "You guys don't know what the Dragon's Majesty is yet, do you?"

  Three people nodded, and their attentive listening made Francis feel very comfortable.

  "Dragon's Might, as the name suggests, refers to the dragon's oppressive power, which is a natural gift that only the Dragon Clan possesses! Unlike the usual strongman's pressure, Dragon's Might is something that the Dragon Clan is born with. The Dragon's Might has an intimidating effect on all living things, and even ordinary strongmen are unable to exert their full strength when facing the giant dragon's pressure. However... I've never actually seen Dragon's Might before, so I don't know how to describe it!" Francis felt helpless, being a homebody in this life, he only knew about these things because of the Dragon's Might's great reputation.

  "Secondly, there is Dragon Language Magic and Dragon Breath. It's said that the dragon tribe possesses ancient dragon language, and every giant dragon will receive a legacy of memories after coming of age. The legacy contains several dragon language magics! This is magic that only the dragon tribe can cast, as for its power, even the weakest has the destructive force of an 8th-tier magic! As for Dragon Breath, it's the dragon's spit attack. Different attribute giant dragons have different breaths, just like fire-attribute dragons spitting fire and ice-attribute dragons spitting ice... Actually, many magical beasts can do this too, but because the dragon tribe's Dragon Breath has extremely strong destructive force, that's why it's specially named 'Dragon Breath'."

  "It means spitting!" Dais interjected from the side.

  "Hmm!...... Is that how you understand it? Don't interrupt, I'm not finished yet!" Francis was quite helpless towards Dis, who had completely revealed his true nature and had nothing to do with love or justice.

  "Take away the massive body and aerial advantage, giant dragons have another desperate place for their peers! That is thick skin, and resistance to magic, especially magical attacks of the same attribute, it's hard to cause damage to giant dragons! If a giant dragon appears on the battlefield, you can imagine the harm it causes! Ordinary people have no ability to resist, and masters can't beat them. For humans, giant dragons have always been a synonym for strength! Even dragon knights are recognized as the strongest profession on the mainland." After saying so much in one breath, Francis's mouth was dry, and he picked up the water next to him and took a sip. "Is there anything else you don't understand? But I only know this much, after all, I haven't seen a real giant dragon either!"

  "That is to say, the skeletal dragon we encountered only had the close combat ability of the Dragon Clan!" Saber said on the side "Is the Dragon Clan really that strong?"

  "Hmm! That's basically it! However, there have been dragon-slaying heroes before, but the giant dragons they killed were mostly evil dragons that had been driven out of Dragon Island. Since the number of dragons is small, the dragons are very particular about the lives of their own members. If you kill a giant dragon, be prepared to be hunted down by other dragons!"

  "Hmm! That's interesting. Next time I meet a giant dragon, I'll kill one with my own hands to see!" Dais said excitedly.

  "Ah! Don't bother me with this nonsense!"

  "Ah, Iolos, about the tent, I have a spare one! Luckily I prepared a spare one earlier, or it would be quite troublesome! Thinking that it's getting late and we've had so many things happen today, everyone should get some rest. Francis is also thinking of practicing the intimidating aura he just learned."

  "Tent?" Iolaos looked at the tent and said "No need! As a qualified Saint, the obstacles in front of us are just opportunities for training! This tent can be left for Young Master instead! The two people on Young Master's side can sleep in one tent..."

  "Wait a minute!" Francis interrupted Aeolus' words "In my place, two people sleep in one tent, who else besides me?"

  "Aiya!" Eurus said in a strange tone, "Isn't it?"

  His face suddenly turned bright red, and white smoke began to rise from his head...

  Francis was taken aback: "Who told you this? It wasn't Dee, was it?"

  "Hmm! Dismas-kun said that Saber and Master slept in the same tent..."

  "That's enough!" Francis cut off Aeolus' words directly. "Hey, Dis! What's going on here? I need a reasonable explanation!" Francis was somewhat angry, and his words couldn't be taken lightly! Although I also wanted to...

  "Ugh~" Dis stood up and patted Aiolos' shoulder, looking at Francis with a scowl: "Today Aiolos asked me if the young master is male or female? So I lied to him that it's female! Saber sleeps in the same tent as the young master every day for convenience and protection of the young master! I was just casually saying it, didn't expect him to actually believe it!" Looking at Aiolos again, Dis shook his head: "I'm very disappointed, a Saint of the Sixth Sense's Small Universe can't even tell male from female! Looks like your training is still not enough!"

  Aeolus

  "Cut it out! Don't make it sound so good, these people aren't stupid. And you're in charge of the night watch tonight!" Francis said, dragging Saber, who was still in a daze, to set up the tent!

  "What! Didn't everyone agree to wait a while?" Dais protested loudly.

  "This is as punishment!"

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  "Whoosh~~~~" Under the great waterfall, Aeolus sat motionless at the bottom, allowing the force of ten thousand pounds of water to come crashing down from above and strike his body.

  "Lightning—Photon Fist!!!" A series of rays formed a net of light, directly reversing the waterfall from bottom to top. The powerful destructive force also cut the stone wall into a flat surface, creating a mirror.

  Aiolos under the waterfall took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, clenched his fists and waited for the waterfall to fall again.

  "Aiolos, train after eating!" In the distance of the waterfall, Francis looked at Aiolos who was training crazily. "No wonder he's so fierce at just 14 years old, this training is too harsh!"

  Since a month ago, after Francis was summoned by Aeolus, the three of them, including Francis, have been undergoing rigorous training every day under the influence of Aeolus' ascetic practices. Saber is also training hard every day to improve his swordsmanship and increase his magical power through meditation. Francis is also undergoing rigorous training, spending his days practicing his aura, although he has already learned three types of auras, he only has a basic grasp of them through the system and cannot control the colors of his aura at will. The King's Aura is also a focus of his training, as using it carelessly without mastering it would only bring trouble to himself.

  Training is indeed very dull and hard, every time Francis sees Eriol training tirelessly from morning to night, he can't help but feel "No wonder he's a model saint warrior with wisdom, benevolence and bravery, his diligence is something I can only aspire to!"

  "I say, Dis, what's the use of you doing those carvings every day?" Francis asked, looking at Dis who was carving on a rock. According to Dis, his small universe could no longer be improved through cultivation, and only continuous enlightenment could bring him further, and carving death masks was the most effective method for him.

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