Under the stormy sky, the Red Copper Dragon wiggled its tail proudly after finishing its riddle, waiting for Galos to respond.
Galos was speechless, falling into silence.
Aborn 'Riddle Dragon' like the Red Copper Dragon has a natural trait when crafting riddles—it never lies.
Its riddle offered multiple hints, not very difficult.
Galos guessed the answer.
—Luck.
The Red Copper Dragon's appearance before him wasn't due to negligence, nor was it due to tracking equipment or treasure, but rather the elusive and unfathomable luck.
This outcome made him sigh in relief, yet he didn't forget his need to overcome the grinding desire and greed for treasures.
Galos blinked, looking at the ring on the Red Copper Dragon's horn and the bulging scale armor around its neck, filled again with gold coins and gemstones.
Ever since he managed to swallow a Magic Gemstone, he seldom trained in that aspect.
