“You’re actually not dead?” were Fafnir’s first words upon seeing Angel.
Angel: “…” What could he say? It seemed that Fafnir had always harbored the attitude that she might be killed by Odeclass.
“Could it be his personality has changed?” Fafnir murmured to herself, her gaze continuing to assess Angel, skepticism in her eyes, until it finally settled on his left earlobe.
That Flame Mark made Fafnir’s expression lapse into a momentary daze.
Fafnir stared dumbly at the Flame Mark, as if through the flickering flame phantom on Angel’s earlobe, she could see the massive and terrifying dragon body.
The fixated look in Fafnir’s eyes sent a chill down Angel’s spine.
Her gaze was almost identical to the way Odeclass had looked at the painting of Binaqionse!
Could it be that his previous guess was right? Had a melodramatic romance unfolded between the three dragons, Fafnir, Odeclass, and Binaqionse?
While his thoughts were swirling, Fafnir let out a soft sigh.
She had intended to ask about the Flame Mark but restrained herself, merely saying, “Did Odeclass remove the calamity from your little bird?”
Angel: “…” What does she mean ‘my little bird’? It’s Toby! And after Toby transformed into a Gryphon, he has become quite large!
Despite internally grumbling, Angel’s demeanor remained highly respectful.
He took Toby out from his bracelet, and Toby was still in a deep slumber, albeit now encased within an ice ball.
This ice ball was the work of Odeclass, and how he, a Flame Dragon, managed to craft it was beyond Angel.
According to Odeclass, this ice ball could temporarily suppress Toby’s bad luck.
However, the time to suppress the misfortune was limited, roughly about two hundred hours.
Translated into days, that amounted to roughly seven to eight days.
Therefore, Angel didn’t have much time; he needed to procure the synthesis method for the Fire Transmission Stone within this brief period and return from Lassudral to Ice Valley.
Angel, holding the ice ball with Toby inside, briefly recounted his experiences after arriving in Ice Valley.
Truth be told, the experience was brief. Odeclass’s words to him didn’t amount to more than ten sentences in total, with most of them revolving around the Half-Blood Demon from Lassudral.
So, he finished recounting rather quickly.
After listening, Fafnir’s expression was peculiar. Indeed, Odeclass’s words seemed to match his personality, yet she couldn’t comprehend many of his choices.
Firstly, he actually didn’t kill this human?
Secondly, he gave this frail human a glimmer of hope by offering the Fire Transmission Stone in exchange for lifting the calamity.
She was well aware of the significance of the Fire Transmission Stone to Odeclass. She had even heard Binaqionse say that Odeclass claimed he would befriend whoever brought him a complete Fire Transmission Stone.
It could be said that the Fire Transmission Stone was of immense importance to Odeclass.
And yet he had entrusted this task to this human? And furthermore, he had granted this human the Flame Mark and even helped suppress the bird’s calamity.
All of this seemed to indicate an attitude: Odeclass believed that Angel might actually be able to obtain the Fire Transmission Stone.
But on what grounds did Odeclass hold such a belief? This was but a contemptible human, what merits did he have?
She asked repeatedly about the details, and Angel did not hide anything, disclosing everything.
Fafnir could tell Angel wasn’t lying, but it was precisely because everything was so logical that she felt even more perplexed.
Since she couldn’t figure it out, she decided to set it aside for the time being and instead asked about something else.
“After he received that piece of Frost Dragon Scale, did he ask anything about me?” asked Fafnir. Although her expression was calm, the slight contraction of her pupils indicated her inner turmoil wasn’t as serene as it seemed.
Angel shook his head: “Lord Odeclass didn’t say anything.”
In fact, there was a reaction. When Angel mentioned Fafnir, Odeclass’s eyes flashed with a clear sign of anger.
However, such things were better left unsaid.