CHAPTER 552: CLXXXI. WHETHER YOU ARE A DRAGON

Holy Spirit Calendar, 2690, August 6.

Drifting City, Black Sail Stronghold, located at the artificially excavated terrace atop the rock formation, equipped with sun umbrellas and an excellent view.

"Damn it, it’s not just you having trouble with the climate; I feel a bit off too."

Wolman came up to the terrace for some fresh air.

The Great Wetland is hot, but it’s a humid and stifling kind of heat, like a rainforest climate. This place, however, is too dry. Ox would turn into dried fish here, and Wolman’s lungs were itching, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He was smoking a large self-rolled cigarette, exhaling clouds to alleviate his lungs.

"Sorry, I’m feeling great now, just waiting for Liszt to send the coordinates so we can head to the battlefield."

Rein was fiddling with his left hand’s Brutal Punishment. He still hadn’t figured it out after all these days.

Currently, they often lose contact with the front line.

The last time they communicated with Liszt, that guy only said that Earth is very dangerous now and urged them to return to Mars. He told them to wait in Drifting City. Liszt still hoped to take over Drifting City after Uborio’s energy exhausted.

The situation was a bit rushed then, and Liszt didn’t know Sharon had already arrived.

"Hey, big sis, are you really alright like this?"

Rein was dumbfounded.

The Western Continent is still very traditional, and tomboys are rare, mostly in big cities or among adventurers.

But damn, this is way too wild. You’re a nun! The contrast is just too much!

It seemed as if a huge burden had been lifted off her shoulders. Whenever she found a sunny spot, she wanted to sunbathe. Sharon was lying on a lounge chair, wearing a bikini and sunglasses, already starting.

"You’re the one with a problem. Cut the crap and keep quiet please."

Sharon said politely, lifting her golden hair to expose her forehead to the sun, "Can you help me apply some sunscreen?"

She continued asking Wolman, since getting sunburned would be counterproductive.

"Better not. If you fall for me, I won’t be able to clear my name even if I jump into the Narrow Sea."

Wolman remained unmoved. Among the sub-dragon people, he was considered quite handsome.

"Haven’t you seen Pulp Fiction? Even a foot massage could get you killed by the mob boss."

Rein justified earnestly.

Sharon was so surprised she sat up, blinking. Foot massage in Pulp Fiction? What nonsense was that? Reluctantly, she applied the sunscreen herself.

Since Rein possessed the Will of Fire.

After sending Sharon to Drifting City, he directly started exposing Liszt’s escapades, talking about vampire wives, Scissors Sisters, the heiress of the Heaven Port tycoon, noble ladies, and professors from Aran Royal Institute of Technology. Even now, there was an ambiguous investigator in Drifting City.

Not just dirty, utterly dirty. It was like pure school romance manga gone wild, hilarious.

But Sharon didn’t really believe him because Rein was known for his over-the-top stories. She even asked Celeste, who said her relationship with Liszt was purely professional, and Sharon chose to believe her. She would see Liszt and ask him personally.

Sharon didn’t know if she even cared. If it was true, she had nothing to say.

This rock castle seemed to be Liszt’s temporary stronghold. Yesterday she met a woman with blue hair who was even more stunning than a painting and had an indescribable aura; she could be described as perfect, giving Sharon a slight sense of crisis.

But Heaven Port was their sanctuary, like Mo Yutong. It seemed she had misunderstood her before.

The Atomic Heart Church in Pedan was actually one of their refuges, rekindling some hope in Sharon.

As long as Lagrange’s people didn’t find them, living out her days in the Western Continent wouldn’t be so bad.

"Damn, Liszt’s a dragon among college guys, a true master of dating games, really boring."

Rein was speechless. Liszt had played his hand too strongly; Rein had spilled all his secrets, but the nun didn’t even explode in anger.

He had to be smarter! Rein told himself; he had to use every possible way to destroy Liszt’s harem, even spend a fortune to send the top girl to him, turning Liszt into a laughingstock, his reputation ruined! This was his final ripple!

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mika’s back, and he’s also gone to the front lines, bringing back... an enchanting demon, I think. Not sure."

Wolman just remembered this detail. What was going on, everyone was coming back with some side quests.

"Are you kidding me!"

Rein flew back two meters, holding his head in his hands, his face like Emiya Kiritsugu’s, "Fine, fine, if that’s how you want to play, I’ll summon the Contract of the New Demon King’s Sister!"

Sharon was greatly shocked. Rein’s intensity on Earth would definitely earn him the title of Lord of Otakus.

"Haha, here comes the chicken soup, much appreciated. But let me ask you, happy happy..."

Rein’s system crashed, spouting gibberish, love with the left hand embracing, heart on the left. What? On the right? Let me see, really on the right, will correct it tomorrow.

Sharon let out a long breath. It wasn’t that she was as nonchalant as Rein thought. She always overthought everything, but she was just good at holding it together. After all, she had survived so many years of high-pressure life. She still had to ask.

"That... blue-haired woman, what’s her background."

Sharon asked Wolman.

"You mean Su Yizhana, right? She’s a legitimate princess of Mulong."

Wolman was very interested. His aesthetic preference was naturally for sub-dragon people, but he had a ruthless side and didn’t mind other types, although he was worried about being played.

"Liszt and her..."

"Er... you have many misconceptions about Lao Li. He indeed has some skills, but he’s not someone women flock to, okay."

Wolman felt helpless. However, judging by these women bitten by the ice, Liszt really did seem to have women flock to him.

"That’s a relief."

Hearing Wolman’s words, Sharon felt somewhat reassured.

Tap, tap, tap...

Hurried boot steps sounded. Celeste came up to the terrace and got straight to the point, "You’ve been up here; did you see anything fly over?"

"Hmm? Did the Cloud Palace fly to Mulong to do business? Won’t that burn through thousands of Golden Dragons worth of fuel?"

"What! Resistance fighters just arrived with news, warning us to be on alert for the sky. The outer watchtowers seem to have spotted a dragon."

Celeste was quick-witted.

As the East Sea Commissioner for Lostra, she was currently Liszt’s superior. Using Black Sail’s radio was no problem at all, and she promptly reported to Heaven Port, asking if the two of them had arrived.

She got a confirmed answer.

This was a big deal. Celeste almost felt like delivering Liszt’s line: "Earth is very dangerous now, hurry back to Mars, boss!"

"Uh... when I was in the Great Wetland, I did encounter Garscek and Fafna along with Caroso. They mentioned something about doing some training."

Wolman guessed a bit.

"I’m going to cough up blood."

Celeste held her forehead.

Dragons are high-level beings; their word spirit magic is incomprehensible to humans. Sound Emitters who study Dragon Roar can use dragon word spirit magic, but such monks are rarer than dragons.

Adult dragons like Garscek are even more elusive.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by.

Garscek and Fafna appeared on the terrace.

"So this is Drifting City. The scenery is indeed nice."

Garscek surveyed his surroundings, quite interested.

Magnus had somehow circled back here.

"Uncle Wolman! And... weird uncle."

Fafna greeted enthusiastically.

"You’re a dragon, so be it."

Rein didn’t care. The pirates’ thoughts and those of the Fafna alliance were entirely different. The alliance was cautious, fearing Fafna might get hurt, but what use is caution if you don’t go out to fight?

Wolman was also quite gratified, seeing some positive feedback from the chain of disasters brought by the battle at Londen City.