A Dragon against the Whole World

However, the reality is that the Hall of Heroes is held in the hands of this Messenger of Good Fortune.

He cannot take it back.

Even if Galos came in his prime, it might not have succeeded, let alone now when Galos is heavily injured and dormant, and the Molten Iron Tribe is leaderless.

This Messenger of Good Fortune is indeed lucky, appearing at this point in time and easily taking away the Legendary Artifact.

"You seem... a bit angry."

The voice of the Messenger of Good Fortune remained calm, saying, "I understand your feelings and also understand that your interests have indeed been harmed by my actions."

"But, I am very sorry."

"For the reasons I just stated, I cannot hand over the Hall of Heroes to you."

"Moreover, I am not without gestures, I have already compensated for your losses to a certain extent."

The Iron Dragon’s heart was stirred, and he asked, "What compensation?"

Aliya’s lips curved slightly, revealing a smile, "During this time, haven’t you felt that your luck has been extraordinarily good?"

"When I noticed you and decided to take this item, I gave your tribe the blessing of fortune."

"This blessing allows you to have your wishes fulfilled and brings together many seemingly coincidental good fortunes by your side."

Could it be?

Solrog was slightly startled, then carefully recalled the tribe’s experiences in recent times.

It seems... the luck has indeed been quite good.

The Holy Spirit Deer and the Eye Demon were both seriously injured, and the Phoenix also went there, ultimately allowing the tribe to benefit as a third party, capturing them all in one go.

And then there was the Red Dragon Gorsas, that chaotic and mad Mad King, his father.

The trap Solrog had planned used rumors spread by the mad fire as bait... deep down, he didn’t hold too high expectations.

For one, the transmission of information takes time, and the wilderness is so vast that whether the message could reach Gorsas is an unknown.

For another, given Gorsas’s unpredictable thinking and behavior patterns, whether he would be interested in the bait and whether he would come tracing it was extremely uncertain.

Solrog’s initial expectation was that this would be a long-term fishing game.

However, the reality was that Gorsas was attracted with unimaginable speed, directly taking the bait, and running headlong into the trap.

This perfectly timed luck, in hindsight, was indeed unusual.

The Iron Dragon took a deep breath of cold air mixed with the smell of rain and earth, forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and the slight resentment, allowing reason to prevail.

"Thank you for informing me. Upon reflection, I do feel the power of that blessing."

The Iron Dragon’s voice returned to steadiness, generously said, "You are right, the Hall of Heroes is too dangerous, and it is indeed not something that our Molten Iron Tribe can currently control."

"Having someone as powerful as you to safeguard it is undoubtedly more prudent and safer."

This answer clearly surprised the Messenger of Good Fortune.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

In her view, she had already apologized and offered a decent compensation.

If the other party was unappreciative and attempted to seize it, expressing malice, she would instead have a reason to punish, even kill them, but unexpectedly, this Iron Dragon was able to accept reality so calmly and even shows understanding.

"Very well."

Aliya’s smile deepened, and her voice became a tad warmer.

"I sincerely enjoy interacting and communicating with wise beings like you, King of Iron Solrog, since you can understand and agree with my actions and position, then I wish you good fortune."

She nodded slightly, saying, "I think I should take my leave."

The Iron Dragon Solrog tried to retain her, warmly saying, "Lady Aliya, why the hurry? If you have no particularly urgent matters, why not step into the Ximu Territory for a short rest?"

"With the highest etiquette, I shall host a feast to welcome your arrival."

The Messenger of Good Fortune shook her head slightly, declining the invitation.

"No, I have lingered in the wilderness long enough already."

She has other identities and duties to return to the church to handle some affairs, and the Hall of Heroes just obtained also needs to find a safe and suitable place for storage.

"Your conversation and manner have earnestly earned my respect."

At the edge of the mine, the Iron Dragon slightly bared his sharp, gleaming fangs, saying, "This has changed my previous one-sided view of some Divine Spirits and their followers, arousing my curiosity."

"If, and I say if, I want to listen more deeply to the teachings of the Goddess of Fortune, where should I go to find you?"

Preaching is one of the basic duties of a Divine Favored One, and he precisely captured this point.

As expected, the Messenger of Good Fortune, Aliya, nodded with a smile, responding, "To the south, whether in Lothern or Ripos, in any major city of the Human Kingdom, you can find the Holy Temple of the Goddess of Fortune."

"Anyone who sincerely desires to listen to the goddess’s teachings won’t be turned away by the Holy Temple."

The Iron Dragon went further, speaking sincerely, "However, unfamiliar environments often unsettle me."

"As you know, not everyone has noble virtues like you, and I often encounter misunderstandings and prejudices. I would much prefer to have a trustworthy guide like you to dispel the doubts in my heart."

Aliya understood his underlying meaning, playing with the light ball in her hand that was gradually shrinking, smiled meaningfully.

"Then it will depend on whether your luck is good enough."

As she finished speaking, the light ball that the Hall of Heroes had turned into completely disappeared from her palm, whereabouts unknown.