Seeing the dragon scales on the Advanced Stage Warrior's face, Jose suddenly understood.
So he was a bastard offspring!
The Harpy familiar's Red Dragon bloodline had concealed the Familiar Contract. That might fool ordinary people, but it could not fool a Dragonkin who deliberately investigated it. No one understood Dragonkin better than Dragonkin themselves.
"Now you understand, don't you? The reason you were discovered was simply bad luck. There happened to be a Dragonkin in my party. Now, I have a question for you," Master Yougeng said, staring curiously at the Red Dragon. "You don't seem worried at all. Can you tell me why?"
"No!" Jose answered bluntly.
At that moment, all the Black Robed Men had entered the Kobolds' javelin range.
"Javelin throwers! Cover them with fire!"
At the Red Dragon's command, the well-trained Kobold javelin throwers each took a javelin and hurled it with all their strength at a thirty-degree angle to the ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sharp spearheads tore through the air with scalp-tingling shrieks. The Black Robed Men hurriedly ducked behind nearby trees, and the javelins missed.
"End this quickly!"
Everyone in the Dragon Hunting Group pulled a bottle from beneath their black robes and smashed it toward the encircled Kobolds.
Crack!
The bottles shattered on impact. The white powder sealed within reacted with the outside air, rapidly producing huge amounts of choking white smoke. In an instant, it blanketed the forest, coiling around the trees like dry ice on a stage.
This was an alchemical weapon adventurers often used against large groups of enemies—the Pungent Bomb. The white smoke entered living creatures through their eyes and nostrils, causing intense irritation.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
As if onion juice had gotten into their eyes, the Kobolds were choked by the pungent white smoke until tears and