Chapter 494

"Then do you have any ideas?"

"Dain, you really are a newcomer from out of town, that's why you don't understand. The Ruins of the East Wind Dragon are inhabited. If we don't know, why don't we just ask the owners?"

Ying shook her index finger triumphantly, her eyes gleaming with wisdom and smugness.

Paimon also clapped and applauded enthusiastically.

"Dvalin! Andrius, I have a message for you!"

Standing beneath the towering tower in the center of the ruins, Ying held up the [Sweet-Voiced Megaphone] made by Anqi, amplifying her voice to reverberate throughout the entire tower.

Paimon floated beside him, forcefully covering his ears.

Even Dainsleif couldn't help but frown at the sudden noise.

"Dvalin! Andrius..."

"Call--"

The second repetition was only halfway through when a sudden gust of wind arose in the ruins, violently whipping the hems of the three people's clothes.

Paimon was so frightened that he quickly grabbed Ying's hair to keep himself from being blown away.

"Pain!!!"

"Aww—"

Ying's cry of pain and the clear, resounding roar of the dragon rang out almost simultaneously.

A moment later, a huge shadow enveloped the earth, and the dragon gently flapped its elegant wings, hovering in the air with its head drooping to the ground.

"It's you guys? It's been a while. You look like you've gotten quite a bit stronger. And these are... the Kandria!?"

The dragon suddenly widened its eyes, and the surrounding wind and waves became violent.

Dainsleif sighed inwardly.

Five hundred years ago, the Seven Nations were severely impacted and paid a heavy price. Mortals, through generations of reproduction and change, have forgotten much. But beings like Demon God and dragons must still leave a deep impression, and it's understandable that they are wary of the Kandria.

That's why he didn't show himself to the Wolf King. This time was no different; he originally didn't intend to alert Dvalin.

Ying calmly stepped forward and reassured them:

"Dvalin, calm down. Even Wendy didn't do anything to him. Din isn't a bad person."

I don't think so.

Actually, we haven't known each other for very long, so how could Ying be sure?

However, to keep Dvalin calm, he had to pretend to be certain even if he was unsure.

Dvalin did indeed pause, slowly calming the storm that had nearly erupted. He hesitated and said:

"Even the God of Wind? Fine, then I have nothing to say. So, what brings you here? Is there a problem with Andrius?"

"No, he just asked me to say hello to you."

"... You didn't call me out just because of that one sentence, did you?"

Dvalin's voice was serious, and his hovering posture was very stable, but he felt a little helpless inside.

Having finally dispelled the poison, the torment that had lasted for five hundred years vanished. During this time, he was in exceptionally good condition, and consequently, his temper was exceptionally mild. Since Ying was his primary benefactor, Dvalin could only helplessly accept it.

Ying grinned, and then, just like in the Wolvendom, recounted the whole story to Dvalin.

As Dvalin listened, he nodded and gradually landed, placing his body and claws on different building ruins. In a very human-like manner, he used his dragon claws to stroke his chin.