After this encounter with the elderly man, Adam lost all interest in talking to him anymore.
Although outwardly he displayed a respectful and amicable appearance, inwardly, however, he was cursing the old bastard to just die already.
The man had, on two occasions, cast enchantment magic on him. Something like this was highly frowned upon in the arcane society.
Yet, he calls himself a man of principles? Adam sneered inwardly as we walked back to the entrance of the cave.
"Come on, Val, time to leave," he said to the young dragon, who seemed to be highly reluctant on parting ways with Blackie.
The black wolf spoke to him gently, "Go ahead, Valerian. I assure you, we will meet soon."
"Myu…" The young dragon's ears drooped in sadness. But he still nodded nontheless. "Okay."
He got on his hind legs, reaching out with his furry paws, gesturing for the wolf to hug him. Blackie smiled warmly and lowered his head, allowing the young dragon to share a fond moment with him.
