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No matter how well Black Rose might have spoken, there was no way Otto would let her go.

Although he didn’t kill her immediately, he kindly forced her to stay as a guest and confiscated her Teleportation Scroll.

At least until he was sure that Brass Dragon Konoheim wasn’t actually a threat, he wouldn’t let her go.

But Konoheim’s visit came much faster than Otto had expected.

Three days after Otto’s conversation with Black Rose, Konoheim arrived in the Land of the Soaring Dragon.

One early morning, a sleeping Otto suddenly opened his eyes in alarm.

A greasy middle-aged man in the guise of a human adventurer appeared inexplicably in the council chamber of Blackstone Castle.

Right in front of Otto.

An utter stranger had silently reached his side without him noticing.

Moreover, the surroundings of the Land of the Soaring Dragon appeared perfectly calm, with no signs of disturbance from outsiders.

Not until this man approached a certain distance did Otto’s usually powerful ?senses start to warn him.

“Are you Konoheim?”

With a stern face, Otto examined the middle-aged man, who had a scruffy beard and wore simple leather armor, warily.

It was difficult for even an ordinary Legendary figure to approach him so stealthily.

Combining what Black Rose had said, it was easy to guess this man’s identity.

The middle-aged man shrugged, rubbed his sparse beard on his chin, and looked at Otto with slight interest. “Just as the people from the Bauhinia

Chamber of Commerce said, Otto, isn’t it? You’re really special!”

He didn’t deny Otto’s question because it was certain that he was Konoheim. From Otto’s perception, he could not sense any threat from this middle-aged man.

And that was the most terrifying aspect.

He couldn’t determine how great the gap in their strength was, and he didn’t feel confident enough to defeat a Brass Dragon that had lived for who-knows-how-many years.

Konoheim looked Otto up and down and then exclaimed, “Even though I’ve been alive since the Second Era, I’ve never seen a Silver Dragon like you! The longer you live, the more interesting things you can encounter…” The Second Era?

Disbelievingly, Otto stared at the middle-aged man before him.

Even without inheriting Dragon Vein memories, Otto wasn’t the clueless outsider he had once been.

After a long period of learning, he had gained a basic understanding of this world.

Currently, this world was in the Third Era, with the Second Era having been dominated by the Elves.

Even if this Brass Dragon was born at the end of the Second Era, it would have lived for more than three thousand years.

Generally speaking, if a dragon lived more than 1,200 years, it would become one of the most powerful Ancient Dragons in the Prime Material Plane.

Yet even powerful dragons weren’t immortal.

The strength of an Ancient Dragon would still increase with time, but it would also represent their decline.

They would ultimately fail to escape death’s embrace, but unmoving dragons may choose to become guardians or Dragon Witch Monsters.

It was said that a Brass Dragon could live up to 3,200 years, but the authenticity of this claim was still being debated.

Both good and evil dragons wouldn’t easily reveal their true age, even often exaggerating it significantly.

Therefore, the truthfulness of this Brass Dragon’s statements about his age was not reliable.

But there was one thing for certain: this Brass Dragon might have truly reached the level of an Ancient Dragon.

They were virtually unstoppable in the Prime Material Plane, perhaps unparalleled across the entire continent.

In other words, if he wanted to, he could crush Otto with the flick of a finger.

This was a true powerhouse…

Recognizing this, Otto simply let go of his concerns.

After all, if this Brass Dragon intended to do anything, his current power wouldn’t stand a chance.

Otto tried to ask, “May I ask, what is the reason for your visit to the Land of the Soaring Dragon?” Konoheim pondered for a moment, then smiled, “Curiosity!”

“Curiosity?”

Otto was somewhat puzzled.

The middle-aged man-like Konoheim sat cross-legged on the floor, reaching out to touch the black stone tiles as if he found them quite interesting.

“Living too long is boring. At first, I spent most of my time slumbering to pass the long days.”

Konoheim casually scooped up a piece of black stone tile with his finger, crushed it into dust with a flick, and continued, “But as my lifespan’s end grew nearer, I began pondering how my life shouldn’t be wasted on such useless sleep.”

So I tried to find things to occupy myself, like understanding this world that I knew very little about despite living for thousands of years.

Soon, I discovered that the world was more interesting than I imagined; even the short-lived human merchants could tell me fresh insights I had never known.”

Life is so magical.

Like you here before me; who would’ve thought a Variant Silver Dragon could look like this…?

No, a Red Dragon and Silver Dragon hybrid Variant Dragon!”

The Ancient Brass Dragon saw right through Otto’s background, making the latter feel very insecure, but helpless.

“Don’t worry, I have no ill intentions.

Perhaps the younger me would’ve shouted about justice and purged the heresy within you as a Silver Dragon.

But now, I’m just delighted to find something new and fascinating. Just seeing you makes the trip worthwhile!”

Even though Konoheim said it, Otto couldn’t take it seriously.

However, what was sad was that to Konoheim, Otto’s current power hardly mattered at all.

“I forgive you!”

Konoheim suddenly laughed, “Simply for your extraordinariness, I forgive you for your past actions!”

“Forgive me?”

Confused, Otto asked, “Did we meet before, or did I do something to offend

you?”

“Welin, the Blue Dragon known as Violent Thunder…”

Konoheim suddenly brought up a very familiar name for Otto and then dropped the bombshell.

“Ah, she’s my most beloved daughter! And you, you killed her vassal and plundered the treasure vault she had collected for centuries.

Originally, the main reason I came here was to teach you a lesson myself! “