Lynnhawk City

Ryder knelt on the ground, his entire body trembling violently, his heart filled with fear, worry, and wild joy.

Duka was dead. As long as he clung to the thigh of the Young Red Dragon before him, he could naturally become the highest-ranking person in this cult group.

Then he could become a true Dragonborn, with noble status, a long life, and great power!

Just like Duka had once been!

And what did this Red Dragon need? He needed someone to help manage the team and conceal Duka's death from the cult.

After all, given dragons' greed, even having to pay a single Silver Coin in compensation would make them fly into a rage.

With that thought, he hesitated only briefly before gritting his teeth and hardening his heart. He scrambled forward, grabbed Duka's headless corpse, and threw it into the swamp.

Before long, the piranhas and crocodiles in the swamp gathered around and greedily tore apart the still-warm corpse infused with dragon blood.

Ryder knelt on the ground and carefully said, "Great Dragon, Duka of Blackwood Town was attacked by the Rebel Army and accidentally fell into the swamp. It has nothing to do with you. I will report it truthfully to the cult."

"Right, my name is Ryder. I'm the deputy commander of this team."

The Young Red Dragon in the distance nodded and said with satisfaction, "You know what's good for you. From now on, you'll replace that bastard as the person in charge of the Transport Team."

Ryder, still kneeling, was overjoyed. With tears of excitement streaming down his face, he shouted, "Thank you for your grace, Great Dragon! I am willing to become your most loyal servant!"

"Get up."

The Young Red Dragon glanced at him and spoke indifferently.

Ryder hurriedly rose to his feet.