Magical Strategist

The real dragon looked back at the piles of glittering gold coins. This amount of money was enough for him to spend for dozens of lifetimes. However, his eyes were full of disdain, and he said with a smile: "Gold and silver are good, but I am not lucky enough to enjoy them. However, I am more interested in how much your head is worth."

"What do you mean?" Abian asked.

"Are these gold coins enough to buy you?" Zhenlong's expression was a little serious.

"What do you want to say? Do you look down on me? Don't think you can talk nonsense just because you beat me. If we really fight, you may not be able to beat me." Abian said.

"Don't be anxious, don't be angry. I just want to..." As he spoke, the real dragon looked at Teresa, nodded slightly, and then said: "I want to invite you to join as the Chief of Staff of the Middle-earth Alliance Knights of Light. I wonder if you are willing."

After hearing this, Abian burst into laughter and replied, "Little Daddy, I am a bandit who burns, kills, robs, and commits all kinds of evil, and you are all heroes. How can you be put together? There is a saying that since ancient times, things cannot coexist, so it is impossible!"

"Good and evil cannot coexist, right?" Zhenlong paused, then said, "Of course I know that you are a bad guy, but have you ever thought about avenging your dead brothers?"

Abian looked at the body on the ground and said slowly: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"How do you want to report? What can you do alone? No matter what your background or identity is; no matter whether you have been good or evil, as long as you have the same ideals, you can become comrades-in-arms." Zhenlong said.

"What a shitty comrade. I don't want to waste any more time talking to you. Take your things and get out of here. Don't disturb the brothers' rest." Abian said impatiently.

It seems that the real dragon cannot convince Abian. Theresa stepped forward and interrupted: "Mr. Kyle, I think your heart is not as strong as your appearance, but rather very fragile."

"Nonsense, go ask around. Little Dad Kyle Albian lost his mother when he was six and his father when he was eight. He has lived tenaciously until now and has never known what weakness is. If you want to convince me to join some gang, you'd better save your energy," said Albian.

"No, it's not like that. I can vaguely feel your inner world. In fact, you really hope to be loved by others. The most important thing is that you also know that you have chosen the wrong path, but you are very persistent in wanting to go on..." said Teresa.

"Okay, Sister Sha, don't say any more. I've long said that this kind of guy is unreliable. Even if he joins us, who knows when he will reveal his true colors and kill people and burn people under the banner of the Light Group. I don't want the reputation of the Light Group to be ruined because of him." Zhenlong shrugged and said helplessly.

"That's right. My little dad is a bandit wherever he goes. He robs rich people, beats up those who are crazier than me, and kills those who are more evil! My little dad is just crazy!" Abian poked his nose with his thumb and said arrogantly.

"Crazy? I think you are hopeless!" The real dragon sneered. "Luckily I have lost all my magic power now, otherwise I would definitely beat you up like an idiot. You are just a bandit, why are you pretending to be so arrogant!"

"Hey! Why do you have to irritate him?" Teresa glared at Zhenlong and immediately interrupted, "Mr. Kyle, please don't be angry. My Mr. Long sometimes talks like this. Please forgive me if I offend him."

"Why are you angry?" Abian seemed very calm. He slowly closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and took a deep breath. Some of his childhood experiences emerged intermittently in his mind...

My mother was not as kind and virtuous as people said. She dressed up and went out to various hotels with mixed bag of people, under the pretext of "going out to meet friends". In the end, she died tragically on the street corner. That year, Abian was six years old.

My father was not as generous as people said. Often a group of strange men would come to visit our home, and the next day my father would go out with them to "do a job", and would be gone for ten days or half a month. Every time he came back from an outing, he would bring several boxes of treasures. At that time, Abian didn't know what Scar's father did for a living, but he knew that he had endless money and could buy whatever he wanted. Most importantly, no one in the local area dared to bully him. Later, my father's body was carried home. That day, I finally knew that my father was a bandit.

On the day of his father's burial, there were no relatives or friends. The burial and vigil were all undertaken by eight-year-old Abian alone. He knelt in front of his father's grave and shouted, "I will remember your words, and I will inherit your morality!"

Even if you die, you must firmly believe in your own morality!

This is the sentence his father kept repeating. These few short words were deeply engraved in Abby's heart. Ten years later, he has never forgotten the deep meaning of this sentence. He has lived to this day because of his firm belief in the so-called "morality".

A trace of melancholy gradually appeared on Abian's calm face. After all, this was not a good memory. "Are bandits evil?" Abian seemed to be asking a question, as if he was talking to himself.

"What do you think?" the real dragon replied.

"I think there are no good or evil people, only different paths." Abian said slowly. "On the day my father died, I swore in front of his grave that I would become an immortal gangster and continue his morality."

"Idiot, what morality do bandits have?" Zhenlong asked in confusion.

“What did you say!” Abian suddenly became excited, grabbed the dragon’s collar, and said angrily: “I know that I made the wrong choice in my life, and I also know how miserable I am now!! How many people wish I could go to hell sooner! However, I will never abandon what I have been following just because I don’t get the response I want. I can’t do such a shameful thing!! After all, idiots also have their own moral principles that must be implemented!!!”

Facing Abian's roar, the real dragon seemed extremely calm. He slapped Abian's hand away and said coldly: "Is this what you really think?"

"Yes." Abian said.

"For a fool like you, you won't understand unless you experience some setbacks." Zhenlong said helplessly. "Anyway, I can't understand how great your "morality" is. Now I just want to remind you that if you want to defeat Gangyi with your strength, you're dreaming!"

After saying this, Zhenlong straightened his clothes, put on his wig, and said to Teresa, "Sister Sha, it's time for us to go."

"But, he..." Teresa felt a little sorry.

"Everyone has his own aspirations, let him be." The real dragon turned around and left, not feeling sorry at all.

In other words, I pretend to not care, but I feel bad inside.

Zhenlong had to convince himself: the iron discipline of the Light Corps would not tolerate a notorious bandit. As the saying goes, it is easy to change a country but difficult to change one's nature. Today, Abian said such a firm word, and he must have made up his mind to become a bandit. This firmness and determination are as deep-rooted as Irene's determination to overthrow the Ivan Dynasty.

People have different pursuits. Some want to be musicians, some want to be swordsmen, some want to be powerful magicians, some want to be generals who lead troops to fight, and so on. But some people's pursuits are different from others. Abian is one of them. In his eyes, bandits are no longer pure bandits, but a pursuit. In Abian's words, it is the implementation of morality.

What other reason can stop a man from pursuing her?

Seeing the real dragon gradually walking away, Teresa had no choice but to follow. She looked back at Abian for the last time, only to see him with his back to her. What a lonely figure! "Goodbye, Mr. Kyle, may God bless you..."

"Wait!" Abian suddenly turned around and said.

When the real dragon heard this, he was overjoyed and quickly turned around and asked, "Why, are you willing to join?"

"No!" "I just want to know, what moves did you use just now? And how did you avoid my Tiger Destroying the Heroes?" asked Abian.

The real dragon was a little disappointed, and replied in a low voice: "This move is called Dragon's Void Realm, and it comes from the illusion "Fighting for Thousands of Years"."

"Oh~" Abby nodded slightly.

"Any other questions?" Zhenlong asked again.

"Where is that group of light?" Abian asked casually.

"New Delhi City." Zhenlong replied.

"Okay! I'll take down your sign after I finish the things at hand." Abian said arrogantly.

"Just you? My Light Group has many experts. Be careful, you may get in but not get out." Zhenlong said jokingly.

"Oh, really..."

Zhenlong smiled and waved his hand, saying, "I hope you can keep going wild. I'll wait for you."

Watching the real dragon leave, Abian grinned and laughed. It was a smile full of banditry, but it also revealed a hint of righteousness...