Chapter 672 The Transaction of the King of Light

Hearing the word "red dragon", Imon's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that someone would still be eyeing it.

"Don't be surprised, I know everything."

Quei Lizard said lightly, his eyes like a deep pool that could not be seen.

Imon clenched the dragon head pendant around his neck and tried his best to stay calm: "Are you the second group or the third group?"

How many people are eyeing the red dragon on the big grass sea.

No matter what the reason, the responsibility in his bones does not allow anyone to tarnish the dragon.

Quei Lizard raised his chin slightly and asked back: "How do you know that you are not the third group?"

It seems to be a question, but it also reveals the real problem.

Imon's heart sank, guessing that two groups of people discovered the red dragon before him.

And it is very likely that they have succeeded.

"Do you want to get that cruel red dragon?"

Quei Lizard stretched out a pale hand and waved gently.

Imon stopped retreating and asked cautiously: "Do you have a way for me to control it?"

"Suffering has not worn away your innocent childlike innocence."

Quei Lizard shook his head regretfully, and said in a businessman's tone: "Sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor will cost you a greater price, and you will only be free."

"Do you want me to sell my body or my soul?"

Imon was a little scared, and the sound squeezed out of his throat seemed like nails scratching on glass.

The other party gave him the feeling of a devil who bewitched people.

In just two short sentences, he revealed what he thought in his heart and weighed the value.

"You misunderstood, I don't want anything."

The corners of the mouth of the lizard under the golden veil were raised, and his voice was deep and powerful: "You get what you pay."

Doesn't it still cost a price?

Imon frowned, still not daring to believe it.

"The world is fair, and everything is exchanged at equal value."

Quei Lizard became unfathomable, with a hint of admiration in his tone: "Lose a dragon, gain a dragon."

Mysterious prophecy, foreshadowing future changes.

Aemon whispered, "I've lost a dragon."

The liar died to protect him.

The Kui Lizard's eyes turned and stared at him meaningfully.

The four eyes met, as if the abyss faced two purple gems.

Aemon reflected the picture deep in his heart from the purple gem.

"Hiss!"

A dark green young dragon soared into the sky, and the slender dragon tail like a scorpion needle trembled gently, shuttling through the hazy clouds.

Grunt--

A bloody mouth as pale as marble roared, locking the young dragon from bottom to top, and blood and flesh flew when the fangs closed.

The young dragon wailed in pain, and its body was bitten to pieces while struggling and twisting, and fell into the vast sea.

Until the moment before death, the vertical pupil looked back at the driver sadly, and slowly closed his unwilling eyes.

Plop--

The dragon head and the silver-haired boy fell into the water together, and an inexplicable red light enveloped one of them.

One died, and the other lived.

"You should have died, but the Lord of Light saved you."

The magnetic voice interrupted the recollection, and the real Kulix came within two feet of the body.

Aemon was startled and tried to retreat hastily.

Snap!

The necklace around his neck broke, and the dragon head pendant made of Valyrian steel fell off.

"Look, a rare treasure."

The Kulix carefully observed the space runes on the pendant, and his pale palm wiped upwards.

Buzz——

The pendant bloomed with a faint halo, and a Valyrian steel sword as dark as night appeared out of thin air.

The sword body was slender, and the black color was dotted with silver spots like stars. An octagonal red ruby was inlaid at the end of the hilt.

"That's mine."

Aemon was immediately anxious and stepped forward to snatch it back.

The next second, the witch in gold suddenly disappeared.

Aemon widened his eyes in disbelief.

"It is a divine weapon, but it does not completely belong to you."

The magnetic voice appeared again, and the figure of the lizard stood by the trough of the stable.

"Let go of the sword, it was given to me by my mother."

Aemon turned his head quickly and stretched out his hand to ask for it.

As soon as the words came out, the lizard disappeared abruptly.

Aemon's heartbeat accelerated, and he couldn't help but think of the ghost.

However, he was prepared to face the golden witch in his heart.

"It does not completely belong to you, and half of it belongs to the Lord of Light."

Sure enough, the lizard appeared, right next to the haystack at the beginning.

Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly and pressed his pounding heart.

The other party did not move at the beginning, or perhaps he did not notice it even if he moved.

The step-by-step approach that was visible to the naked eye just now was just a superficial illusion of stealing the pendant.

"You have two choices, young man."

After looking at the pendant, Kui Lizard casually put it in his hand to play with it, but the clan sword True Fire was stuck in the ground, and said with interest:

"Either I take away the flaming red heart, or you complete a request from the King of Light."

As he said, his finger with black nails touched the ruby at the end of the hilt, ready to pull it out at any time.

"Wait a minute, how can I trust you?"

Aemon was shocked and stopped the other party's action.

My father has many swords, Dark Sister, Dragon Claw, True Fire...

Even now he holds the clan sword Black Fire as a symbol of royal power.

But the most special sword is the clan sword True Fire inlaid with the flaming red heart.

He heard from his mother that the seemingly ordinary ruby was taken from a red-robed witch in the Cholera Riverland, and was originally one of the three treasures enshrined in the Red Temple.

The relic of the King of Light.

It was this flaming red heart that saved his father and him twice.

"What do you want, and what do I have to pay?"

Aemon asked seriously, having realized the true meaning of equal exchange.

"Smart." Kuili smiled slightly and said, "Let me answer your last question first. I can tell you the trace of the red dragon. I wonder if I can win your trust?"

"Where is the red dragon?"

Aemon's eyes flickered, and he didn't ask stupid questions like why should I believe it.

The other party is very evil, with obvious bewitching.

But it seems that he can't be killed, but a transaction is adopted.

Kuili put away his smile, restored his cold witch temperament, and said in a deep voice: "The red dragon was caught by a group of Asshai witchcraft and is being sent to Slaver's Bay by a group of Dothraki."

"You want me to stop the dragon king of Slaver's Bay from taming dragons?"

Aemon was very smart, and instantly thought of Elena Daanliga who escaped from King's Landing in a panic.

He received and sent her away.

"No." The eyes of the lizard were indifferent, and he denied: "The Lord of Light only asked you to find the red dragon, and no one else would be one step ahead of you."

"I can't go to the Slaver's Bay."

Aemon secretly pondered the deep meaning and bargained: "Besides, I have no money and can't afford to hire Dothraki."

What the Lord of Light, the Red Temple, all involve faith.

The Valyrian Dragon King never believed in these gods, and those gods rarely showed miracles.

But when I think of the flaming red heart, the Lord of Light may really exist.

"Don't be afraid, you have your own reason to enter the Slaver's Bay."

There seemed to be a trace of sarcasm under the cold golden veil of the lizard, repeating: "Lose a dragon, gain a dragon."

A green dragon died, and a dragon prince lived.

Next time, there will be a corresponding price to pay.

Aemon seemed to understand, and asked: "What does the Lord of Light want me to do?"

He has nothing to keep, what price can he pay.

"You are wrong. The Lord of Light will not ask you to do anything. That is the omen in the flame."

Quei Lizard corrected the chaos and slowly stepped back: "When you find the red dragon, you will naturally know the Lord of Light's instructions."

"Wait."

Aemon spoke quickly.

Boo~~

The scene in front of him was trance, and the golden figure gradually blurred.

"Gone again?"

Aemon rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, he was the only one left nearby.

The family sword True Fire was inserted into the ground, and the dark sword body flickered in the night sky.

The dragon head pendant hung on the hilt of the sword, shaking gently.

Everything seemed to be an illusion. The family sword True Fire and the dragon head pendant were all surrendered by themselves, and the golden witch who believed in the Lord of Light had never come.

"Father should really kill her."

Aemon covered his chest and couldn't help but be afraid: "The accent sounds like a Westerlander, but the temperament is that of a dark Asshai."

His photographic memory distinguished the clues implied in the High Valyrian language.

But I couldn't see the truth.

...

Half a month later.

Slave Bay, Meereen.

"Hurry~~"

A Dothraki cavalry entered the city, galloping on the red brick streets.

Civilians and slaves were shocked and hid at home.

Only the sound of horses and whips disturbed the peaceful city.

Creak...

While the Dothraki cavalry attracted the attention of the whole city, two giant carriages drove side by side slowly into the city from the side door.

The two carriages were parallel, carrying a huge semicircular object, with a layer of red curtain on the surface.

The carriage needed ten strong horses to pull it, and the wheels crushed deep marks on the red brick street.

"Be careful, don't disturb the beast."

A bald wizard in a red robe rode a pony and glanced at the carriage from time to time.

"It's safe once you enter the Great Pyramid."

Another bald wizard looked gloomy, took out a special incense candle from his arms, and chewed it in his mouth.

Puff!

The incense candles lit up instantly, emitting thick pungent smoke.

The bald wizard inserted a bunch of incense candles on the side of the carriage to continue the incense candles that were about to burn out.

"Roar~~"

Suddenly, heavy panting came from under the red curtain, as if a sleeping giant beast had awakened.

Bang!

The carriage shook violently, and a corner of the red curtain was lifted, revealing the iron cage covered.

The cage was like a row of canine teeth, closed in a semicircle, and the internal space was narrow.

A thick dragon tail with dark red scales and thorn-like dorsal fins squeezed out of the cage and drooped behind the carriage.

The bald wizard's face changed drastically, and he muttered something.

The accompanying Dothraki jumped off the horse, padded with thick animal skins, and worked together to stuff the dark red dragon tail back into the cage.

The special incense got under the red curtain and quickly took effect.

The heavy panting stopped, replaced by silence.

After a while, the carriage entered the cellar under the Great Pyramid.

…

At dusk, the sun was setting.

The Great Pyramid, the cellar door.

“Hiss!”

The furious dragon roared, and a red pillar of fire rose from the ground.

Boom!

The door was opened quickly, and a silver-haired figure fled in a panic.

“Close the door, don’t irritate it again.”

Elena’s eyes were full of fear, and she slapped the flames of the black suit with both hands.