[Andrea]
[Race: Dragonborn (Incomplete)]
[Trait: End (Incomplete, can be purified to intensify bloodline)]
[Status: Nervous, Excited, Joyful]
[Value Potential Assessment:
- Dragon Saliva possesses extremely strong aphrodisiac properties and can be made into perfumes, potions, and other items.
- The hard Dragon Scale has extremely high resistance to magic, and can be crafted into protective items.
- Dragon Claw possesses a rending effect; when smelted into forging materials, it adds a tearing attribute to weapons.
- Dragon Blood contains wild magic; after refining and purification, it can enhance physique and magic capacity.
- Dragon Eye can perceive the flow of magic; when made into a tool, it increases magic perception.]
[Feeding/Breeding Suggestions: Omnivorous, fond of treasure, has an intense possessiveness toward its own collection; suggest using gold, silver, jewels, and other precious items to win favor. The dragon body is incomplete, with bloodline scars left within. Every Red Moon causes turmoil in the blood, so it’s recommended to have measures to soothe emotions. Emotionally fragile and sensitive; repeated provocation has a chance to cause vulnerability.]
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After browsing through the basic information of this red dragon named Andrea, Ailaira Green’s gaze lingered on the value assessment, unable to look away.
Even with a rough idea, she could already imagine just how much profit it would bring her if Andrea provided her with raw materials.
After leaving the support of The Church, one of Ailaira’s headaches was the inability to obtain enough ingredients to make potions.
Though she could post bounties or buy directly from the Black Market, when it came to powerful races like Elves, Sirens, and the like acquiring their materials was a matter of luck.
And even if you got lucky, the prices would skyrocket.
The advantage of The Church was their long history of wars against other races, leaving their warehouses piled high with biological materials.
Ailaira had always taken whatever she needed, experimenting freely and absorbing any losses.
But even among those mountains of corpses from various races, she had never once found even a single drop of Dragon blood!
At that thought, Ailaira felt her lips go a bit dry.
Her vivid red tongue licked her full lips, desire overflowing from her heart and stirring up waves of longing in her otherwise calm eyes.
Andrea, feeling Ailaira’s intense stare, suddenly shivered with a sense of foreboding. Her dragon tail stood straight as she warily surveyed her surroundings.
When no danger presented itself, Andrea finally let out a sigh of relief.
She hoisted up the grass skirt that had slipped from her jade shoulder, picked up the braided vine rope, and scampered over to the stone bed.
Andrea put her hands on her hips and, wearing a wicked grin, threatened, “You’re a Mage, right? Heh, now you can’t move, can you!”
“Be grateful, Mage. To become the exclusive treasure of the mighty Red Dragon—Andrea, is your greatest honor. Spend your life pleasing the great dragon!”
Ailaira said nothing.
Andrea thought she had resigned herself and so grew bolder, tying her hands and feet with the rope and handling her like a doll.
Once she was sure Ailaira’s fragile Mage’s body couldn’t resist, Andrea tackled her, coiling her entire dragon self around her.
A cool, smooth dragon tail wound around Ailaira’s waist, drawing her close.
Because of the height difference, Andrea’s head fit perfectly into the softness of Ailaira’s chest, and she giggled foolishly, “Who would’ve thought I’d go out for a meal and find such a beautiful treasure.”
“Those old geezers always looked down on me, saying I’d never find treasure of my own, but look at me now! I bet none of their collections are as precious as you.”
Andrea muttered to herself, inadvertently revealing a lot to Ailaira.
Andrea seemed to be a lone dragon, cut off from her kin.
This left Ailaira a bit disappointed.
She had hoped to follow Andrea back to her lair and meet more Dragons then she could net an endless supply of materials all at once. But with just this one red dragon, she couldn’t use the method of draining the pond to catch the fish.
Everyone knew Dragons loved treasure.
Ailaira glanced at the “odds and ends” piled in a corner of the cave pretty but worthless stones, rusted knight’s armor, and smoothed shards of glass.
Apparently, these were the Red Dragon lady’s proud collection.
Looking at this, she started to doubt Andrea’s taste.
She looked down at the dragon horns nuzzling messily in her arms and, after a moment’s thought, asked, “Aren’t you afraid someone will come to hunt you down? Don’t you know it’s forbidden for other races to enter the Imperial Territory?”
Without even raising her head, Andrea mumbled, “If I have any redeeming quality as a dragon, it’s being good at running away.”
“I see, you really are good at that. No one even figured out the culprit destroying the ranch was a dragon, or they would’ve reported it long ago.”
Andrea’s body went stiff at those words.
She slowly raised her fuzzy head, her emerald green eyes trembling, “You mean—the Hunter’s Field outside the woods belongs to you?”
“What else? You think it’s some kind of randomly generated resource spawn point?” Ailaira traced the scales on Andrea’s tail with her finger, relishing the exquisite texture. “So, great Miss Andrea, how do you plan to compensate me for my loss?”
Caught red-handed, Andrea hastily backed away, raising her slender white neck as she tried to bluster, “I’m a Dragon! I eat what I want! Besides, I’ve already captured you, why would I need to compensate anything!”
Come on, have some backbone, Andrea!
You’re not the scavenger you used to be, you actually did what a real evil dragon does: snatched what you wanted and brought it back to your lair! Though, thinking back, it was the beauty that tempted her into acting rashly, and now the consequences seemed… problematic…
“Ah, whatever!”
Andrea swung her adorable Dragon Claw, but it didn’t threaten Ailaira in the slightest. If anything, she looked more like a kitten baring its fangs.
Andrea tried to look as fierce as possible, her voice taking on a childish menace, “Don’t you dare try to tattle, Mage. You can’t beat me…”
Before she could finish, Andrea saw that the ropes binding Ailaira had untied themselves.
Ailaira flexed her wrists, stepped onto the Sealing Magic Stone, and in an instant, complex magical patterns appeared beneath her hand.
Golden chains materialized, twining around Ailaira on both sides.
With a smirk, Ailaira looked Andrea up and down, her tone mocking, “It seems the great red dragon doesn’t know that a Sealing Magic Stone only blocks the flow of magic, it doesn’t cut it off entirely.”
“And as for so-called Ritual Magic, as long as it’s constructed, you only need the tiniest bit of magic to make the circuit run.”
The glow from the Ritual Magic illuminated the dark cave and the sweat-drenched face of Andrea.
She began to wonder had she just walked right into a trap herself?