Chapter 1870 Customs
Date- -/-
Time- -/-
Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source
Wyatt had no idea why the World Calamity Tree was not allowed entry into the Rule Source, he only knew about it once the Elder Anesthesia Dragon babbled about it earlier. But to clear the misunderstanding he did not hesitate to use the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's word against it.
Seeing the dragon lost in its thoughts, Wyatt knew his bet worked. Then he subtly glanced at the gate connecting Bloodette's dungeon seal and the Blood Rule Source hoping it closed before the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's interest shifted to it.
Wyatt had yet to learn what the Elder Anesthesia Dragon was capable of as an ancient ruler class. He felt that if it wanted to kill him the shell of the world calamity tree's seed would not be able to protect his feeble soul against the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's might and ancient knowledge. Hence, he was very careful around the Elder Anesthesia Dragon. As such he did not dare to go along with the dragon's misunderstanding.
Wyatt observed that the dragon didn't immediately attack upon seeing them, leading him to believe it wasn't the ferocious kind like the ones depicted in fairy tales. Its curiosity about Wyatt's resistance to its power suggested it might not have even noticed them otherwise, perhaps simply choosing to ignore their presence.
Wyatt realized that all the misunderstandings arose from his ability to resist the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's sleep breath. He understood that the quicker he could make the dragon lose interest in him, the sooner he could escape from its influence. The only way he knew to achieve this was by clearing up the dragon's misunderstanding about his identity. Hence, despite the risk of angering the dragon, he continued to insist that he was human and not a world calamity tree.
As for the blood rule source, Wyatt quickly lost interest in it as soon as he assessed the strength of the rule slaves slumbering around him and realized each one of them was a ruler-class strong. Any one of these beings posed a formidable challenge for Wyatt at his current level.
In addition to the ruler-class rule slaves, other beings were roaming the blood rule source, adding to the peril. Fortunately, the Elder Anesthesia dragon Wyatt encountered was friendly, showing curiosity rather than hostility. If it had been another being in the dragon's place, they likely would have killed anyone who dared to enter their domain.
The danger of the blood rule source became abundantly clear to Wyatt, erasing any allure it may have held for him. All he wanted to do now was escape from here as quickly as possible.
"How am I supposed to know that? You are the world calamity tree; you tell me how you were able to enter the rule source," the Elder Anesthesia Dragon suddenly spoke up, snapping Wyatt out of his train of thoughts. Listening to the dragon's words, Wyatt couldn't help but wonder how it had managed to survive for so long.
"Besides, how stupid do you think I am to believe that a human managed to create a perfect demon core using the seed of a world calamity tree as an ingredient?" The Elder Anesthesia Dragon's disdain for humans was evident in its words. It wasn't surprising, considering that in the dark realm, races outside of it were viewed as primitive races with very little knowledge and history.
Wyatt stared blankly at the dragon, at a loss for words. The Elder Anesthesia Dragon's skepticism was justified. The card apprentice Wyatt knew lacked the knowledge to even crack the shell of a dungeon calamity seed until Wyatt arrived. Heck, they did not truly know what it was. How could someone like them possibly use such a seed as an ingredient? Consequently, Wyatt decided to let the dragon lead the conversation, recognizing that his opinion held little weight in its eyes.
The only thing that seemed to work in Wyatt's favor was that he managed to keep the dragon distracted until the gate connecting the dungeon seal to the blood rule source had closed. Knowing that he had left clones behind in both the dungeon seal and the seed world, Wyatt wasn't concerned about the girls misunderstanding his unresponsive body and worrying unnecessarily.
Now, all Wyatt had to do was wait patiently for the Elder Anesthesia Dragon to lose interest in him or provide an opportunity for him to use his devil merchant code privilege to escape and obviously not get killed by the dragon or an unexpected rule slave in the process.
"Why are you silent? Answer me," the dragon demanded, its glowing eyes fixed on Wyatt.
"Your Highness, I wouldn't dare to deceive you. If you insist that I am a world calamity tree, then so be it," Wyatt conceded, deciding to yield to the dragon's misguided belief.
"Finally," the Elder Anesthesia Dragon cheered upon hearing Wyatt agree to its arrangement. Then, with a gentle assurance, it spoke, "Don't worry, I will not harm you or sell you to the Librarian. The ancestors of the Anesthesia Dragon Race and the World Calamity Tree were friends long ago. Just follow me, and I will protect you from the Librarian and anyone who wants to harm you."
"Wait, the custom dictates that an Anesthesia Dragon should offer the World Calamity Tree a sacrifice on our first meeting. I have just the right offering. Follow me to my body; I have something you will love," the blood fog vessel of the Elder Anesthesia dragon conveyed before carrying Wyatt to where its real body was asleep, leaving him no chance to reply.
Upon reaching the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's body, Wyatt was astonished by the range of the dragon's sleep breath. It extended nearly 50 miles from where he had entered the blood rule source. Realizing the potency of the dragon's sleep breath, which could affect ruler-class rule slaves so far away, Wyatt felt grateful that he hadn't underestimated the dragon despite its apparent friendliness.
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