Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 181 The Visitor Destined to Bring a Storm

The figure, draped in a gray cloak, walked through the commercial district. At this moment, even among the generally large orcs, he was not short.

"The view is different now; we don't have to look up to see Talia and the others anymore."

Belatedly, Rean realized that he had unknowingly grown almost a head taller. Unlike other people who grow rapidly, his body proportions were already complete, more like a proportional expansion of the whole body.

He looked at his hands, now gloved with the Fire Giant's gloves, and realized that even his arms had grown wider.

He plans to change the color of the gloves when he has time, to slightly conceal their fire attribute.

This also helps to establish a stable main color scheme for my outfit; a garish, colorful look would be too unsightly.

"This black one... never mind, nothing's perfect." The Black Dragon Armor looks really cool.

But in this magical world, this color scheme is a bit too avant-garde, even a little dangerous.

The Black Knights are not just an adjective, but a group or even a race. Those who choose black armor have a rather bad reputation.

In this world, color has always been meaningful. Paladins are either in silver armor, gold armor, or black armor; they are Oathbreakers.

Although it's an unspoken rule that can be explained away without any issues, it will definitely attract extra attention.

Why not just dye it all white? This nail will automatically repair itself after being damaged. If you dye it and then repair it, it will look strange, with black and white mixed in.

Furthermore, during its regular "update and maintenance," it will gradually darken, so dyeing it doesn't really make a difference.

Of course, the black dragon's instinct to resist dyeing also had some influence; the thought of dyeing his armor white made Rean feel somewhat uncomfortable.

In a sense, this black armor is himself, painting his own black self white. Uh, I have a feeling that he might be subtly targeted by racial knight groups.

"Fine, let's just tell the truth. We'll say it's armor made of black dragon material, in order to preserve its extraordinary properties."

As always, it's the truth. Although it hides key information, it's enough to convince the people around me.

To avoid trouble, Rean put on the cloak, only exposing his head.

Walking on the road, it felt completely different from before. There was no longer any sense of constraint, no feeling of being clad in metal armor that required brute force to move.

However, perhaps due to the exertion of the ritual, he clearly felt the strain, and despite eating as he walked, he didn't feel full.

"This is equivalent to you activating a highly dragonized state in your normal state. Your appetite will increase. Hmm, if your armor is damaged, it should also be able to recover faster by eating. At that time, it will be hard to say whether you will eat or it will eat." The snake was still lying on his shoulder, and the notebook in the void was still recording rapidly.

He was also curious about the characteristics of this new extraordinary profession, wondering if it might actually have the potential to be promoted to a regular job.

There's no need to force yourself to become a branch of a normal sorcerer; it's not entirely impossible.

Putting everything else aside, just the fact that a Tier 1 character is given a good weapon and armor with growth potential is something many extraordinary individuals would find hard to refuse.

Rean also tried it. Casting spells in this state was still a bit restrictive, but it wasn't a big problem once he got used to it. It could be regarded as casting spells without armor. His flesh and blood body was transformed into illusory armor, bypassing the interference of metal armor on the elements.

The current state of this power is not only of great interest to the snake, but also to Rean himself, who is the "experiment" subject.

Generally speaking, externally borrowed resources either lead to endless troubles or result in fraudulent contracts that prioritize rights over obligations.

"Using one's own strength is truly innovative; there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Rean clenched his fist, his black metal wrist displaying terrifying strength. At least for now, apart from overeating, there seemed to be no other obvious problems.

Having walked this far in full armor, I haven't experienced the fatigue and muscle soreness I usually feel. This armor is much more comfortable than pure metal heavy armor.

"This means longer duration of continuous combat and better maintenance of long-term combat readiness, but the consumption should also increase." The snake was already recording quickly, seemingly very interested.

Rean was a little worried; would he take advantage of the few days he still had left to cause trouble?
“No, the snake will definitely cause trouble. An isolated case is not enough to prove anything. We need to find at least a few verifiable examples.” Rean understood the snake more and more. If they missed this opportunity, who knows when they would get another chance.

Why not plant more seeds now and see how they grow? There might be some surprises. Compared to certain persistent and heroic spirits, the snake might be the true immortal, as its sense of time and perception are different from that of mortals.

Perhaps to him, the change of kingdoms or even races was no big deal. "I'll make a few, and you can keep an eye on them for me, so they don't disappear in the blink of an eye," the snake suggested.

“I refuse.” Rean didn’t want to cause trouble for himself; he was certain that the more he traded with snakes, the deeper he would get involved.

"Hehe, okay." The snake smiled without saying that this was a notification, not a request for a deal.

As for how to get Rean to help take care of the child, he has a million ways.

Rean saw through it, but could only sigh; some things and some people are truly beyond one's control.
"Excuse me, is Miss Suliman here?" Before he knew it, Rean had arrived at his destination.

"Young Master Rean, welcome back."

"Have you had dinner yet? The head of the family should be back soon. Let's eat together then."

Rean felt a little uncomfortable with the maids' enthusiasm.

"No, I have something to do. I'm taking Lana back with me. I've arranged two tutoring classes for her, and she starts tomorrow. I need to go back and prepare today." Lana, who was in high spirits, hurriedly ran downstairs, unaware that hell awaited her.

Rean felt inexplicably guilty upon hearing that Suliman was working outside.

While secretly rejoicing, he also hurried to take Lana away.

"friend!"

When the little girl came downstairs and saw Rean, she immediately rushed over to him.

She wasn't angry at all about Rean's departure, which relieved the man.

Such a kind and simple girl, it's rare to find one like her. While stuffing the little one with the lollipops and other snacks he had brought, Rean took her little hand and quickened his pace to leave.

Unbeknownst to him, in a room on the third floor above, someone watched him leave, frowning.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Is something wrong? Or are you feeling guilty?" Even Dania herself didn't know. Despite having only met him for a short time, she inexplicably knew a lot about Rean.

Even from his seemingly calm expression and tone, I could sense his vague unease and guilt. Was he worried about seeing me? Did you finally realize how terrible things you had done?

These past two days, Dania has been quite bothered by the rumors about the knight who lifts her up high, so she went to Suliman's house specifically to avoid the trouble. And this is actually the reason why Suliman voluntarily went out to work overtime.

Your boss, who's also the chairman, is staying home all the time, and you're just lounging around at home doing nothing. Aren't you just asking for trouble?
"Stop him and bring him to me."

Dania suddenly became interested, wondering what had made Rean rush up to find Sallyman so urgently, only to leave in a hurry.

Ten minutes later, Rean was brought into the room.

"Oh, it's Dania. Uh, Your Highness."

Noticing Rean's sudden relaxation, Dania felt inexplicably annoyed.

It seems that what makes him feel guilty and uneasy is not himself?

Have you completely forgotten what you did? I'm still struggling with this, and you've already forgotten?
Rean, however, showed a hint of joy amidst his surprise.

He did have some matters that required the kingdom's assistance, and he would have preferred to contact Sallyman or Dania instead.

But before he could speak, another unexpected event occurred.

A maid rushed in and handed a letter to Princess Rean, who saw the royal insignia on the letter.

But after just one glance, Dania's expression changed drastically.

"Mom, is the Empress Dowager coming?!"

(End of this chapter)