A Dragon against the Whole World

"Young Red Iron Dragon, have you made up your mind? I am truly fond of you and admire you."

Ovis smiled warmly as he asked once more.

Galos remained unmoved by the picture the Old Golden Dragon had painted earlier.

He stared at the Old Golden Dragon and slowly opened his mouth to say, "Your proposal certainly sounds appealing."

"Competing with the finest young talents cultivated by the Metal Dragon Domain indeed holds some benefits for me."

At this point, Galos shifted his tone.

He tilted his head slightly, appearing puzzled, and asked, "But besides this, I have a bit of curiosity in my heart and hope to have it cleared up."

"The contest held between the five Dragon Domains should focus more on internal exchange, learning, and mutual encouragement, aimed at promoting the growth of young dragons."

"Why are you so eager for me, for a ’wild dragon’ not from the Dragon Domain, to participate, even willing to gift treasures... Is it purely out of admiration for me, or just an idea to motivate young dragons?"

Across from him, the smile on the Old Golden Dragon’s face froze momentarily.

But soon, he burst into a loud, hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! Your mind is indeed sharp; noticing such subtleties is a good trait!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Besides my admiration for you and wanting to spur the increasingly arrogant young generation of Metal Dragons, I have a bit of personal interest."

He was about to find a more noble-sounding reason to bluff his way out when Alberto couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

He bluntly exposed his old father’s secrets.

"Come off it, old man."

"Stop putting on airs here! What spurring kin? I know you well enough."

Alberto shook his head, which still had fake horns, eyes filled with disdain, and said, "You surely bet with those old rivals from other Dragon Domains again!"

"And I bet this time, the stakes are absolutely high, worth a king’s ransom!"

"You’re afraid the young dragons in the Fubo Dragon Domain won’t measure up and you’ll lose your treasured bets, so you’re meticulously trying to recruit a strong external ally to secure victory, protect your assets, and win more treasures, am I right!"

Beside him, Nasha also shook her head helplessly.

She added, "Yes, father."

"Whenever you win a bet, you flaunt the treasures you’ve won in front of us for ages, eager for the whole Dragon Domain to know; but if by chance you lose, you’ll grumble for days on end, complaining, or brood in silence, we’re all too familiar with it."

"Just tell us, what rare treasures did you bet this time that it’s got you so invested?"

So that’s the case... with this, all doubts make sense now.

Galos’s eyes flashed with understanding, and he suddenly understood.

Moreover, there are few natural anomalies, and being able to teach offspring like Alberto and Nasha, who think differently from ordinary Golden Dragons, means there’s something amiss with their old father himself.

Being exposed by his own children on the spot, especially in front of a potential ally he values highly.

Ovis’s old face was slightly uncomfortable.

He widened his authoritative golden dragon eyes, issuing a low scolding: "You two rebellious kids! What nonsense are you spouting here! Is your father the type to care about mere bets... just... just..."

However, as he spoke halfway, he caught sight of the Red Iron Dragon’s relieved expression and his children’s incredulous faces, and his voice gradually faded away, disappearing into his throat.

In the end, the Old Golden Dragon resentfully flicked his tail.

"Alright, alright!"

Ovis finally abandoned the useless facade and muttered quietly, "I admit, I indeed made a small wager with a few old fellows, even staking my ’Radiant Heaven and Earth Blazing Sun Dragon Pattern Shield’, among other legendary equipment."

After saying this, the Old Golden Dragon turned his gaze back to Galos, his expression becoming much more honest.

He candidly revealed, "That’s essentially the situation."

"Our Fubo Dragon Domain’s recent generations of young dragons... well, to be frank, have some gaps in generations."

"Although the exceptional talents among them are remarkable and strong dragons outside, it’s extremely challenging to secure a win for us in the joint contest of the five Dragon Domains."

"I indeed don’t hold high hopes for them."

His tone turned fervent, staring at Galos, eyes gleaming with excitement like a gambler seeing a winning card: "But you’re different!"

"As long as you compete, I can confidently say, the championship is definitely yours! No doubt about it!"

"If you’re willing to represent our Fubo Dragon Domain and help me win this crucial bet, besides all the rewards from the contest itself being yours, I can use my elder’s special privileges to secure a spot for you in ’Between the Eternal Tides’."

Ovis fixed his gaze on the Red Iron Dragon, waiting for a reply.

Galos’s heart at this moment was as clear as a mirror.

Indeed, there’s no such thing as a free lunch; this Legendary Golden Dragon Elder’s enthusiastic invitation is fundamentally tied to his pivotal interests.

The so-called admiration and motivation are more like icing on the cake.

This is normal too; only when it involves one’s own interests can one be so invested.