The Dragon Clan and the Vampire Clan were both long-lived races.
But not all long-lived races were alike. Vampires were more like elves of the Evil Faction: they lived long lives and were blessed with good looks. Their ability to reproduce was not terrible, though it fell far short of the Short-lived Races.
Ten thousand Gold Coins had brought out the entire Blue Dragon Group: one Elder Dragon, eight Adult Dragons, and twenty-nine Young Dragons... Hiring a Legendary Mercenary Company would have cost about the same. Given the Dragon Clan's greedy nature, the fact that Illymoyas's mother had asked for only ten thousand meant she had not made an outrageous demand.
As the last Blue Dragon emerged from the Rift, Annan turned his gaze back to the trembling vampire guards. "What were you saying just now?"
Only the Guard Captain managed to stammer, "You... you brought in... outsiders..."
"They're my allies. That doesn't break the Rules. As for what those Rules are..."
A gust of wind swept in. Two Young Dragons landed before Annan and lowered their heads, inviting them aboard.
Annan climbed onto a Blue Dragon's back. He had no interest in wasting time on underlings who were only following orders.
"Go ask the people who sent you to trouble us."
The Crimson Princess had regained her pride. She strode past the guard with her head held high, then gathered her skirts and leaped onto the dragon's back.
"Count Pedro, go back to the Council and protect Dracula and the others," Annan instructed.
Whoosh—
The Blue Dragon soared into the air. The Crimson Princess pointed excitedly ahead, guiding the dragons on their way.
Annan asked the Crimson Princess for a few more Sapphires and quietly slipped them to the Blue Dragon beneath him.
Annan never shortchanged his own people—especially