Is This Eight Months?

Drols's emotions had been like a roller coaster, rising and falling wildly.

He had been delighted to find the mysterious donor, but the legal dragon-breeding certificate the man had produced at the same time immediately soured his mood.

Especially with all the attached conditions—not only would he provide dragon eggs, but he would also cover every expense required to raise the dragons. If they truly agreed, it would practically mean adding a London branch to the Dragon Sanctuary.

And it would be the kind they had no ability to manage.

But if he refused... Drols thought of the second letter he had seen in Birdman's room, the one he had deliberately hidden and not shown anyone. It vaguely mentioned certain secrets from ninety-seven years ago.

In the letter, Birdman had particularly emphasized the importance of that sum of Galleons to the Dragon Sanctuary. It could be said that the sanctuary had only been established and gradually developed to its current scale because of those three thousand Galleons.

Without that money, the Dragon Sanctuary would likely have existed in name only back then.

To be fair, Drols felt that if he had been Birdman, he might have made the same choice.

Trading a legal dragon-breeding certificate that would not take effect until ninety-seven years later for the Dragon Sanctuary's continued development was not a bad deal for them.

But the problem now was that he was not Birdman.

Someone had come knocking with an IOU in hand, while the man who had signed it had patted his backside and run off under the excuse of retirement, dumping every troublesome matter onto him, the current captain... Who was he supposed to complain to?

Besides that, there was another matter that deeply concerned him. Birdman had revealed between the lines that he had