Questions crowded Green's mind.
He had thought this trip to the North would be simple.
He only needed to find the White Dragon and ask about the White Dragon King, Bai He.
Instead, he had run into trouble the moment he arrived. It hardly seemed worth it. If he had known this would happen, he would never have come.
After all, this was not his only way to learn about Bai He.
But now that he had killed the Skeleton Lord disguised as a Cyclops, walking away would not be easy.
Whoever was behind this would send someone to investigate once they discovered something had gone wrong.
And Green had traveled here on Bajin, the Bone Dragon. Anyone who investigated carefully could trace him.
So Green faced a choice: see the fight through, or lie low and retreat to the Lorenzo Kingdom.
What Green did not know was that the White Dragon he sought, Angdalagon, had already arrived in his territory—Alsa Province!
Three days had passed since Via killed the Demon disguised as a Duke.
Morning sunlight bathed the Royal Capital of the Asgar Kingdom.
The recent turmoil and bloodshed had cast a pall over a metropolis once famous for its painting and theater.
Not even the brightest sunshine could dispel it.
Yet ordinary citizens carried on largely unaffected. Power struggles at the top of the Kingdom had little effect on the lower and middle classes.
It was just past eight in the morning.
A convoy arrived outside the Royal Capital's south gate. More than a hundred fully armed guards surrounded an enormous, lavish carriage.
The carriage bore the crest of the Asgar Kingdom's Royal Family.
In most cities, no one would have dared inspect a carriage bearing that crest. But the Royal Capital was on edge, and no one