A low voice echoed:
"Saphis Dorom Sophia! I don't sense your reverence towards the great Mother of Evil Dragons! God of Evil Dragons! Tiamat!
The Gold Taler you offered me only allows you to speak five words! If it's not something I am interested in, I will leave immediately!"
This is! The voice of the Mother of Evil Dragons! She has descended! But...why does one Gold Taler only allow me to speak five words?
Does it mean that an additional twenty Silver Rable will add one more word?
With this in mind, Saphis spewed out twenty Silver Rables, then solemnly, without any nonsense, said:
"My son! Ten years old! Legend!"
"!!!!"
Buzz!
As the Mother Black Dragon's words fell, the entire wooden carving trembled incessantly. In the next moment, the wood carving seemed to come alive, the Red Dragon head in the middle blinked suddenly, shooting a beam of black light that landed on Saphis's head.
