This woman called Silvia was quite formidable. Of course, the weight of her identity as a disciple of the Divine Ancestor was no light matter either.
Although he did not know exactly how much value the title "disciple of the Divine Ancestor" carried, it surely would not be insignificant.
So perhaps she could be of considerable help to the Demon Country Federation!
Azhdaha racked his brains, wondering where else he could squeeze some benefits out.
In any case, if they wanted Azhdaha to show mercy, they naturally had to pay a sufficiently great price! Offer enough benefits!
Good. That settled it.
Azhdaha looked at Silvia beneath him and spoke.
"I can give you an opportunity. Or rather, give that damned clown an opportunity."
The moment those words were spoken, the entire place fell silent. Even Veldora, who had been standing off to the side watching the show, was taken aback.
The notebook in his hand even fell to the ground.
No! What was wrong with this guy?
This plot was wrong!
This development was wrong! Wasn't this plot supposed to go differently!?
With speed faster than the eye could follow, Veldora instantly teleported to Azhdaha's side. He nudged Azhdaha with his elbow and asked in confusion.
"Fat Tuo, what's gotten into you?"
"Have you really gone softhearted!?"
"That's not like you!"
Feeling Veldora's elbow jab, Azhdaha glanced disdainfully at the Veldora pressed against his side.
"Stay away from me!"
As he spoke, Azhdaha pushed Veldora away, keeping him at a safe distance.
After pushing him away, Azhdaha did not forget to dust off his clothes before answering Veldora's question.
"Do I look like the kind of dragon who goes softhearted?"
As the one being scorned, Veldora looked at the "delicate" Azhdaha. He had just been about to retort when Azhdaha's