"Greetings, Commander Dylan."
A dark figure descended from the sky, and the soldiers standing guard nearby immediately bowed in salute.
Dylan Fikernando gave a slight nod and, without wasting any time, swiftly passed through tent after tent until he arrived before a three-story building.
Pushing open the doors, he found the simple, spacious hall already packed with people. Heavy tension filled every face, especially that of the blond man standing at the center. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips trembled, and he kept muttering under his breath.
With Dylan Fikernando's strength, he could naturally hear the man's muttering with ease.
"My gold!"
"My gold!"
"Damn demons! Greedy dragons!"
Dylan Fikernando's mouth twitched. Roland had been in this state ever since receiving the bill the dragons had sent him several days ago.
Still, Dylan Fikernando understood perfectly. The dragons had been far too ruthless. Two Legendary illusion magic arrays, materials included, and their fee alone had cost Roland a full two hundred million gold coins. That was even the friendly price they had offered out of respect for the Fire Dragon King Zarick.
The moment Roland saw Dylan Fikernando, he shot to his feet and stared at him intently.
"Father-in-law, did the demons discover our trail?"
Two hundred million gold coins! If the demons saw through it, Roland would definitely demand a refund from the dragons.
"No."
"Phew!"
Dylan Fikernando clearly felt the tense atmosphere around them vanish the instant he spoke. Even the savage expression on Roland's face eased considerably.
"Father-in-law, what are the demons' latest movements?" Roland asked urgently.
"Fearing that I might expose our whereabouts, I did not hear their exact plans. However, judging from the direction they left in, they should be heading toward the Autran Kingdom," Dylan Fikernando replied.
Hearing this, Roland immediately turned his gaze