A moment ago, Finn had been righteously proclaiming his loyalty to Kassel, and the next he was plotting how to jump ship for better benefits. The seamless switch in attitude left Lu Mingfei dumbfounded.
"Senior Brother, you're just too... too..." He stammered for a long while before finally forcing out a word. "...shameless."
Rather than getting angry, Finn laughed, smugly shaking his head. "Thanks for the compliment. Advising people to be loyal is a senior brother's duty, while pursuing a better life is my right. The two don't conflict."
Lu Mingfei: "..."
"Junior Brother, your mental fortitude is even better than I imagined." Finn abruptly changed the subject. "Since you've already accepted the existence of the Dragon Raja, now let's take a look at what a real dragon is."
He stood up, hooked a finger beneath one corner of the canvas behind him, and gave it a sharp shake.
The savage image was fully revealed beneath the lights, and an invisible pressure rushed toward them. Though it was merely an oil painting, it seemed alive, as if the giant beast within could burst from the canvas at any moment.
Beneath a sky woven from iron blue and crimson, a dead colossal tree held up the cracked firmament, its gnarled branches spreading in every direction like a spiderweb. The wasteland was littered with bones. A massive black beast rose from deep within a pile of skeletons, its wings draped with skulls. Its unfurled membranous wings blotted out the sky as it raised its head and spewed black flames into the heavens.
Lu Mingfei could even hear a shrill howl echoing through his mind, as though he could truly hear that giant beast roaring.
"A dragon... Is this a dragon?" His voice trembled involuntarily.
Finn's expression turned solemn as well. "Yes, a