The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

When David, whose face was covered with bloodstains, transformed into the female drow form again with his unknown mentality, at this moment, the limping silver dragon old father and a drow slave appeared on the ground. When he met with several of his subordinates at a planned meeting place.

Even the well-informed Zolshiat couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in front of him.

The obvious injury on David's face could only have been scratched by another dragon.

She knew Ariana, and was even one of her past personal creditors.

Then it's only possible that the drow's temperament doesn't look like a famous drow at first glance.

It was probably still a silver dragon with the ability of [Form Control], but this was the first time she saw a silver dragon willing to become their drow.

‘Has Master finally reached this age? Youth is really beautiful. ’ Siatt couldn’t help but think in her heart.

But now was obviously not the time to lament these things. Even though she could clearly feel that her master was not in a great mood, she still stepped forward and said directly:

"Master, Luoxin De wants to see you."

"What's wrong with him?" David instinctively felt something was wrong.

"He is about to die. His ability to survive until now is all thanks to your batch of potions, master." Zhuoer told the truth.

"What?" David was shocked. The first family member he had just accepted was about to die?

This was what he originally planned to use as a sign to attract all kinds of talents to join him!

Is this going to hit me on the head?

David and the others hurried to their hiding place while listening to Drow's explanation.

It turned out that Luoxinde was too upright, and even wanted to cover the two drow comrades when escorting the shipment.

Forget it about Siatt, the former shadow dancer, and he wants to save even the useless drow mage.

As a result, a heavy price was paid.

The number of large and small wounds on the whole body may have exceeded 100, and the fatal injuries were caused by the eight poisonous and cursed daggers of the shadow dancers.

If it hadn't been for the [Endless Fury] given by David to resist, an ordinary person would have died suddenly at that time.

It can be said to be a miracle of life that this kind of injury can last until David and the others come back.

Sure enough, when David walked into the cave and saw the barbarian almost lying in a pool of blood, the guy was already dying and couldn't even speak. The winter wolf, who was also covered in blood, couldn't help but moan and lick. On his face, he seemed to see that his dragon master was finally waiting for him, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

As if to say: My Lord, I have lived up to your trust. Not only did I bring back the goods, I also brought them back An Ran.

‘How stupid! ’ But David never said this.

Although they didn't spend much time together, his loyalty and sense of mission alone were worthy of a little respect from him as a red dragon.

Even though he was resisting, he still held his head and turned to look at Yinlong's father behind him who seemed to be also assessing Manzi's injuries:

"How's it going? Is there any help? Like [Restoration Technique] or something? Just mention the cost and materials."

Artilicia, who looked like a drow, seemed to consider it carefully, but then she shook her head and said:

"[Restoration Technique] won't work. He has too many fatal injuries, and the body of a creature is like a delicate alchemy tool. A complete restoration will break the current balance, and he will only die faster."

David was a little impatient, wondering who would listen to you dropping your book bag at this time, and immediately swung his tail and said angrily:

"You just said you can't save me, right?"

"You can directly use [Resurrection]." Artilicia said, "Shocking the Dragon."

"Then I have to kill him first?" David was a little stunned.

"That's the theory." Artilicia seemed to have no experience in directly using [Resurrection] to save people who were not dead.

"What's the price?" David asked.

"Diamond powder worth at least a thousand Devonsel gold coins is used as the casting material."

Boom.

"This box should be enough." David, who had just finished gathering drow wool, had a lot of money and took a whole box directly from a [portable cave].

Isn't it just 18 pounds of gold? It's not even a fraction of the value of the goods.

A loyal family member with outstanding fighting ability is worth the money.

"I haven't finished speaking yet" Artilicia opened her mouth.

"That's right. Why don't you hurry up and finish talking? You can use the [Resurrection Technique] immediately after he dies, right?" David tried his best to be as tactful as possible.

But Father Yinlong was still very angry:

"I have to make it clear in advance. Can a red dragon's mind understand these simple principles?"

Seeing his red dragon villain opening his mouth and planning to retaliate, he quickly explained:

"Although [Resurrection] sounds convenient, compared to a precious life, even the casting materials seem a bit cheap, but you must know a basic premise, which is also a rule of life and death that all living beings cannot resist. Then That is, once life passes away, the soul will be instinctively drawn by the River Styx to the lower plane."

Artilicia was afraid that David was a scholar with the dragon inheritance but still uneducated. Out of the instinct of a father and a scholar, she asked and considered:

"You should know what this means, right?"

"So during this process, the memory in his soul will be lost?" David murmured.

"Yes, unless it is like a high-level devil directly ingesting the soul, or being directly summoned to the kingdom of God by the gods he believed in during his lifetime, then this is a slow but irreversible washing process, and in our During the period of preparing and performing the [Resurrection] ritual, no one can guarantee which memories he lost."

Although Artilicia did not continue, David, who had a dragon heritage and was very diligent in reading to pass the time, also knew what this meant.

This means that even if he forcibly resurrects this barbarian, there is a high chance that the opponent's combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, or that he will lose the memory of being loyal to him.

No matter which aspect it is, it means a heavy and irreparable loss as a dependent.

"What about [True Resurrection]?" David asked reluctantly.

As far as he knows, although [True Resurrection] is dozens of times more expensive in terms of consumables, it is said that as long as this spell is used, even if the person has died within two hundred years, as long as the other party is voluntary, even if it is The body has been reduced to ashes and can be fully restored.

As a result, Father Yinlong curled his lips:

"That's a nine-ring spell, or a legendary spell. Do you think I, a little young silver dragon, can do such a high-end thing?"

What he did not continue to say was that even if it was [True Resurrection], so what, if the soul is missing, it is missing, unless time can be reversed.

Because of this, those persistent people who extravagantly hope to use the [True Resurrection Technique] after decades or hundreds of years often end up with tragedy.

Most of those who have gone to the Kingdom of God are reluctant to come back.

For those who have fallen into the lower plane, the soul essence may have been twisted into a devil or a devil form under the rules of the lower plane.

Even if they are really resurrected 'voluntarily', they are already devils or demons in human skin.

To Artilicia's expectation, David was unexpectedly persistent this time:

"Then use [Resurrection]. If you have anything to prepare, just tell me."

Before the silver dragon father had time to react, David picked up a dragon tooth blade from the barbarian's side and pressed it against the man's bleeding chest:

"Luoxinde, my kin, you are a man, you should not be afraid of a small death, right? Your dragon master, I will personally end your pain right now and send you on your way!"

puff! A hand covered in blood suddenly grasped the sharp blade.

"No, no," Manzi seemed to have regained consciousness.

"I don't want to forget

"I don't want to forget, my love

"Monado"

Everyone, including David, who was still immersed in a somewhat bleak atmosphere, was immediately overwhelmed.

He never expected that the other person was not afraid of death, but was afraid of forgetting the memory of that damn love.

Especially against an ogre!

I respect you as a man!

But after entering the River Styx, you still have to forget things you shouldn’t forget?

Why.

Just when David was ready to respect the wishes and will of his dependent and let him drown in the River Styx with his beautiful fantasy.

Suddenly something moved in his mind, as if he thought of some possibility. The dragon claws held Manzi's hand, and a pair of dragon eyes stared like a high-power bathroom heater:

"Losind.

"My relatives.

"you.

"Would you trust me again?"