"Trying to force a deal on me? You've got a long way to go!"
Roland snorted.
As the green dragon Trina watched in stunned disbelief, the Planar Court adjourned, and both parties returned home.
"Aier! Aier!"
Roland shouted as soon as he returned to the Mage Tower.
"Master, what are your orders?"
Aier hurried upstairs from the floor below to await his instructions.
"There are a few things I need you to handle."
"Please go ahead. I'll take notes."
Aier pulled a little notebook from her small bag. Her flower-bud-tipped tail stopped swaying as she listened attentively.
Roland then told her that he wanted to establish a charitable foundation and restructure his assets.
She was to draw up the detailed provisions as soon as possible and implement them within the framework of Atrelin Law and regulations.
They could also do some practical good along the way, investing in experiments and promoting the school's development.
While Roland was busily setting things in motion, green mist churned in a forest somewhere in Atrelin, and a dragon's roar carried far into the distance.
There were no people in the deep mountain forest, only a kobold camp within a dozen or so miles. Every monster lay prostrate on the ground, trembling.
After a long while, a green dragon with a wingspan of fifteen meters rose into the air and swept past on a fierce wind.
As she passed the kobold camp, she glanced down.
"Damn you, Roland!"
Then she opened her jaws and unleashed a blast.
Dragon breath surged out like a green, poisonous miasma.
Within moments, violent toxic mist engulfed the valley where the kobold camp stood.
One kobold after another dropped dead while still trembling.
Even the plants and trees rapidly shriveled, their leaves scorching dry and turning black as they