Chapter 70

**The True Friendship of a Golden Dragon?**

**The Forbidden Pact of Legend?**

The words spoken by the golden dragon before it left sent a chill through Lin默's body. There was no need for it to lie to him. This meant that the glutton had, while being taken away, taken advantage of the situation to secretly do something to him without his knowledge.

What a damn dragon!

He had indeed been right; the level at which this glutton caused trouble was in sync with its gluttony. He never thought it would pull something like this, even if it was perhaps well-intentioned. As the unfamiliar golden dragon had said, it would bring unimaginable trouble to him.

The next time he caught it, he would definitely lock this bastard in the Dragon Flute, no, seal it in the Lance of Longinus obtained from the Third Age civilization for a whole century!

A century!

Lin默's gaze swept over the street-side shop where the Sword God of Portland had crashed, but he still couldn't see his figure, unsure if he was dead or alive. Considering that this place was no longer safe to stay, he turned without hesitation and returned to the town's chapel.

"Sir Paladin! You're still alive! This is truly wonderful."

As soon as he entered the chapel, he saw the town's pharmacist waiting alone inside. Seeing Lin默's figure, he immediately rushed over with joy.

After sending the novice nun Melidor to the back of the chapel, he returned halfway and secretly spied on the conversation between Lin默 and the golden dragon from inside the door.

Taking such a great risk was all for the sake of that near-miraculous surgery.

"I am not a paladin of the Holy Court; this robe is just something Melidor lent me to wear."

Lin默 felt there was no need to hide anymore. Fate had played a trick on him, and it was pointless to continue pretending to be a monk of the Holy Court.

"Ah! Then, then who are you?"

The town's pharmacist, Li Liang, was stunned. This powerful figure with great light power was not from the Holy Court, which completely overturned his understanding.

Before this, the novice nun in the chapel had called him "Sir Knight," so he had always assumed that the person was a paladin of the Holy Court, even though he was wearing a monk's robe, which wasn't strange.

"I am a dragon knight of the Imperial Royal Dragon Cavalry! You can call me Morin."

Lin默 directly revealed his identity, as this town was still within the territory of the Sylan Empire.

He didn't stop walking, heading towards where the "Dragon General" tactical armor was hidden.

"Ah, so you are a dragon knight, Sir, where are you going?"

Pharmacist Li Liang now had the idea of becoming a disciple, his mind filled with the image of the needle and thread moving through flesh. He didn't know how to express it and was afraid of being rejected.

"I have to leave! The Portlanders are invaders! Please inform the townspeople that the Portlanders are invading the empire."

"That, that!"

Li Liang's face turned red, and he suddenly bit his lip and stomped his foot, chasing after Lin默 and shouting, "Sir Morin, no, Teacher Morin, please take me as your student."

"What?"

Lin默 was taken aback, stopping and turning to look at the town's pharmacist with surprise, sizing him up.

Take him as a student? Teach him what? Killing sword techniques? Or dragon knight aerial combat skills?

The pharmacist's eager eyes made him realize something, but he shook his head decisively, "I understand, but I don't take students, and I don't have time to teach you."

"Teacher Morin, I am a third-rank pharmacist certified by the empire, skilled in processing herbs and basic pharmaceuticals. I won't be a burden, please take me!"

Li Liang's words came out like a rapid-fire barrage, his expression impossible to refuse.

One could imagine how irresistibly attractive a new medical technique would be to a pharmacist, even if it meant dying to learn it.

To know the truth in the morning, to die in the evening would be enough!

"I can't take you with me, and I won't take you as a student. It's too dangerous to follow me!" Lin默 shook his head and continued, "I understand what you want. While you're here, I can dictate it to you. How much you remember is up to you!"

With a doctor's heart, the dragon knight immediately offered a compromise.

"Alright, alright, Teacher Morin!" Regardless of whether he was recognized, Li Liang refused to change his address.

The town's pharmacist perked up his ears, forcing himself to focus, afraid of missing or forgetting a single word.

"Hehe, I only know how to kill, teaching you to save lives, by the Dragon God, I must be crazy!"

Lin默 smiled bitterly, shaking his head. While preparing to leave, he dictated the surgical knowledge and battlefield first aid techniques he had learned from Earth civilization to the third-rank town pharmacist obsessed with medical techniques.

In the chaotic town shop, the dust had cleared slightly.

"Lord Glen, Lord Glen."

Hearing someone calling and moving his body, the Sword God of Portland勉强 opened his eyes, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of dark purple blood, his breathing immediately becoming smoother. He also saw the person in front of him and weakly said, "Ugh! Hans! What are you doing here?"

"Lord, are you alright? Thank goodness, that terrifying dragon has flown away and left the town."

A disheveled, dirt-covered Portland Great Swordsman looked at Glen with tension, clearly having narrowly escaped death.

"Thank you, Hans, I'm fine. Help me leave here first. What about the others?"

Thinking of that terrifying golden dragon, Glen's heart tightened again. Thank goodness he was still alive.

"Sorry, Lord! I'm afraid only you and I are left."

The Great Swordsman quickly helped Glen up from a pile of nearly broken debris. The shop owner had disappeared, not even coming to check on the scene.

The Portland swordsmen who entered the town with Glen were almost completely wiped out by the golden dragon. On the contrary, the civilians who were driven into the houses due to their trap suffered minimal casualties.

"Damn dragon knight!"

Supported by the Great Swordsman, the Sword God of Portland glared at the nearby, still intact chapel.

He clearly saw the dragon knight's entry into the town as a deliberate trap to ambush them.

Until now, neither Glen nor the Great Swordsman Hans knew that the golden dragon was not Lin默's mount, and they had no courage to "fall into the trap" again.

"Lord Glen, we..."

The Great Swordsman Hans involuntarily stopped.

"Go back! Ask for powerful Artificers and Mages to be sent over. We must deal with this dragon! I swear, I will not rest until this grudge is avenged!"

The Sword God of Portland, Glen, who had narrowly escaped the dragon's claws, would not entertain the idea of entering the chapel to continue pursuing Lin默, regardless of his injuries.

The tail swipe that he could not resist left a deep impression, even a shadow.

Without hesitation, the two quickly left the town.

A mysterious golden dragon, a group of Portlanders on a killing mission, and a Sylan Empire dragon knight fleeing for his life—these three parties were entangled in a complex web of fate, making one sigh at the whims of destiny.

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**Sky Dragon City.**

A flight that was unexpectedly delayed was about to take off again.

"Listen, young golden dragon, although I'm lending you this battle armor, you are absolutely not allowed to eat it, not even a lick. If you do, the Dragon King will definitely send you to dig mines for the rest of your life, and if it gets damaged, well, you'll turn to ashes before reaching the battlefield, with no chance of survival! If you don't want to be burned to death or become a miner, remember my words and behave!"

The Fire Lava Dragon was lecturing its young, lazy, and mischievous descendant, who had been designated by the Dragon King to be sent to the outer battlefield.

Of course, it had to prevent this young golden dragon from secretly devouring the expensive dragon battle armor.

"Heaven! Heaven! Fiery Wind, you've said this a hundred thousand times! My ears are about to grow calluses. Do you think I'm a bumpkin? This piece of junk, even if you gave it to me for free, I wouldn't bother to eat it."

The golden dragon lay on the ground, pretending to be dead, and glanced at the huge battle armor with a dismissive eye, rolling its eyes.

Miser! No bottom! One set is far from enough. If you gave me ten or eight more, I might consider it.

He had always thought Sky Dragon City was paradise, but since being brought back by the Silver Dragon Law Enforcement Captain, he felt like he had fallen into hell. The food was terrible, coarser than pig feed.

By the Dragon God! The big shots of the dragon race were treating him so cruelly, it would have been better to just kill him.

Thinking of the highly advanced smelting technology on Earth, the golden dragon shed a tear.

That world was truly paradise, where even a handful of soil contained mithril (titanium).

Damn Third Age civilization, I hate you!

"Stop playing dead, put on the battle armor immediately and follow me."

The Fire Lava Dragon, Fiery Wind, roared, slamming the ground, sending sparks flying.

It didn't mind beating this little rascal again, even if it was punished by the elders of the War Dragon Hall.

This golden dragon was the most shameless creature it had ever seen. To put it nicely, it lacked discipline; to put it bluntly, it deserved a beating. It didn't know how the human dragon knight could tolerate it.

For a moment, Fiery Wind felt a bit of sympathy for the poor human dragon knight.

"The Dragon Lord will sue you, wait for the Dragon Lord's lawyer's letter! Alright, alright, I'll put it on."

Since he found out that the terrifying Fire Lava Dragon was the "intercontinental strategic missile" that had knocked him out, the unfortunate gold coin could only take verbal advantage, unable to fight or escape, and had to resign himself to his fate.

It seemed there was no way to avoid it today; the Dragon King's order could not be disobeyed.

Hmm, the outer battlefield, the outer!

There might be a way, maybe he could contact that Morin guy.

He had to make him find a way to get him out, or the hundred-year service period would be the end of the Dragon Lord.

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**End of Chapter**