"My name is Ronan, Ronan Raymond."
Facing a legendary being, Ronan bowed politely: "Pleasure to meet you, Sir Gregory."
"Ronan Raymond?"
The Red Dragon perched on the Mountain of Gold Coins furrowed its brow, trying hard to recall.
It had no eyebrows, but this expression was vivid enough to leave no doubt about the intelligence of this behemoth.
"Never heard of that name."
Red Dragon Gregory pondered for a moment, then shook its head and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Its eyes gleamed with cunning, as if testing or evaluating.
"I have obtained the royal permit."
Ronan displayed the document issued by the king: "Here for a visit."
"A visit?"
The Red Dragon snorted disdainfully: "You look like a thief to me. This document proves nothing; there's no Secret Vault Seal on it."
Secret Vault Seal?
Although Ronan didn't know what a Secret Vault Seal was, he could be sure it was another trap laid by His Majesty for him.
He calmly put away the document: "What do you want?"
