The dragon girl remained expressionless, but Ed saw a hint of coldness in her eyes, which had shrunk to pinpoints.
Haji Dragon was clearly a little unhappy.
The charcoal pencil, suspended in mid-air, hesitated to fall. Suddenly, Ed thought of something—
Besides fire, Seraphina also possesses the ability to certify, and the contract he is signing, which contains overbearing terms, seems to require the approval of the dragon before him to be valid.
Dragons, it seems, are solitary creatures.
This is a little-known fact that Seraphina and Ed shared a long time ago, but for a long time, it has never had the opportunity to be applied.
For a long time, one of the reasons Seraphina remained emotionally stable was that no other dragons had appeared in her vicinity.
But now, the soul of a Blue Dragon is brazenly suspended in mid-air.
This would obviously make the Red Dragon feel that its territory has been invaded, so it's understandable that it would enter this "pre-breathing" state.
"Intruder."
Seraphina finally uttered her first words since entering the study, but not to Ed, but to the dragon spirit in the air.
Are you provoking me?
His tone didn't change much, but Ed could already see that Seraphina's originally dark red dragon horns had turned the color of a red-hot iron billet, and had even started to glow.
Who is this?
The illusory dragon soul in the air cried out in surprise and instinctively tried to hide behind Ed.
But her body was ethereal and enormous, completely unable to conceal Ed's normal teenage frame.
Clatter
Seraphina took another step forward, Ed could already feel the heat wave hitting him.
"Etc."
He hurriedly explained:
Her original body is dead.
Seraphina nodded in agreement.
"That's right, anyone who dares to enter my territory is indeed dead."
So you already know a way to die, right?
Ed's lips twitched, and he began to correct the dragon girl's misconception:
"I mean, this is just the dragon's soul; her true form died in the past."
After thinking for a moment, he added:
"This is the soul of that last descendant of the Blue Dragon; you were even saddened by her death."
clatter.
Seraphina stopped and carefully observed the translucent soul in the air:
"You're that Blue Dragon?"
The illusory dragon head nodded repeatedly, pleading in a childlike tone:
"Little Noya, please, Lord Red Dragon, spare my life!"
Seraphina didn't answer directly, but thought for a moment and asked:
"Is this a special ability of the Blue Dragon?"
Dragon Soul nodded again.
"Yes, the Blue Dragon can separate its soul from its body; it only needs a very small amount of blood to complete the soul-binding process."
Seraphina narrowed her eyes, looking at the dragon soul in the sky, and asked:
Why not use such a useful ability in battle?
"No dragon can teach me..."
Dragon Soul's voice carried a hint of grievance.
"Dragons consider dying in battle an honor, so why have you chosen to live a life of ignominy?"
Blue Dragon paused for a moment, then replied somewhat aggrievedly:
"Even the dragon didn't teach me this..."
Seraphina's expression changed, from her original indifference to a subtle hint of disdain.
This kind of creature doesn't even deserve to be called a dragon?
She has neither strength nor courage. Even if I were to initiate a death match according to tradition, she would definitely kneel down in a second, even if she didn't have a body.
Besides, how can a dead dragon start a fight to the death?
Seraphina, while expressing her disdain, fell into deep thought.
As for Ed, he knew that expression all too well.
Isn't this just like looking at an illiterate person?
Seraphina, as an artist skilled in burning barns with fire, a bank owner daring to open a bank in a medieval world, and the Dragonborn's never-setting sun, is probably one of the top cultural dragons among the dragon race.
Noya, having never received a complete education since birth, is clearly an illiterate dragon.
Isn't this the kind of expression a cultured dragon should have when looking at an illiterate dragon?
Thinking about this, Ed suddenly realized a blind spot—
The Gray couldn't hear Noya speaking, so he hadn't thought about this problem before.
But now that I think about it, it seems that Noya wasn't speaking the Kingdom's language when she spoke to me.
He and Noya first met in the consciousness space of Antasia, where there is no real sound and all information can be transmitted directly.
The second meeting today was similar. Thinking about it carefully, Noya did make some sounds, but the syllables were awkward and strange, and it was not the royal language that he was familiar with.
Could it be the so-called "Dragon Language"?
Seraphina once mentioned this language, saying it was one of the innate talents of dragons.
Ed absorbed her blood, so he was clearly half a dragon, which is why it's not surprising that he could understand and communicate with her.
Thinking of this, Seraphina asked again:
"You were born with some memories and knowledge from your ancestors."
Dragon Soul shook his head:
"I was corrupted by the Demonic Tide before I was born, and my body has had some problems since childhood. I can't remember many things clearly."
Noya once again provided a reasonable explanation.
Now it was Seraphina's turn to remain silent.
Although she held the moral high ground among the dragons at this time, Noya's answer perfectly explained everything.
By dragon moral standards, Noya's behavior was undoubtedly shameful.
But from Noya's own perspective, following rules she didn't know about seemed absurd.
As Seraphina gazed at the dragon-like ghost before her, her burning dragon horns slowly cooled.
She found a chair and sat down, tilting her slender neck to look up at the dragon soul in the sky.
Sensing the obvious oppressive feeling, the illusory dragon soul lowered its head little by little until it was level with Seraphina.
After being glared at again, Noya slowly lay down on the ground and looked up at the Red Dragon senior.
Seraphina showed a slightly satisfied expression, then turned to look at Ed:
What are your plans?
Ed waved the blank contract document in his hand:
"Sign a contract, then find her suitable work."
"Employment contract?"
Seraphina raised an eyebrow, while Ed looked somewhat puzzled:
"Otherwise what? Aren't these all employment contracts?"
The dragon girl scoffed at this.
"How can a creature like this be called a dragon? It's more like a cowardly lizard. What kind of employment contract is this? If it were me, I'd just sign a slave contract."
The dragon soul, lying on the ground, froze, staring at Seraphina in disbelief.
Being inexperienced in the ways of the world, she still found it difficult to accept the cold-heartedness of her compatriots.
Ed, however, understood the deeper meaning behind the dragon girl's words.
Since the dragon is dead, there's no harm in it staying here. After all, a dragon soul can't just come out and take over territory...
Seeing that Seraphina didn't have as much of an opinion as he had imagined, Ed breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his charcoal pencil to continue writing the contract.
Seraphina sat across from the desk with her legs crossed, while Noya obediently lay on the floor resting.
After finishing writing, Ed was about to browse through the text when he suddenly saw a hand reaching out in front of him.
"Let me see."
The contents of the contract were naturally nothing to hide, Ed readily handed it to the Dragon Girl.
Ed stipulated in the contract that Noya would be guaranteed a minimum of Psionic Energy to sustain her existence if she worked for him, and would also receive an additional bonus of pure Psionic Energy if she performed exceptionally well.