I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

Do not refrain from doing good because it is small, nor do evil because it is small.

Oh, it feels so good to do good deeds!

Lying on the soft bed in the most expensive suite at the Golden Acorn Hotel in Hull City, Wayne gazed at the ceiling decorated with a simple star chart, a look of contentment on his face.

Wayne has been in a very good mood these past few days.

He rented this suite with the gold coins he got from Scarface's gang. It had a good location, good soundproofing, and most importantly, it had another private room.

Although theoretically the two could have stayed in one large room, Wayne paid extra to stay in a large suite with individual rooms.

The reason is quite simple: it mainly takes into account Vivian's needs at night.

At the same time, this also reflects the respect that the legendary pilot once showed to the gold miners.

At that moment, a faint rustling sound could be heard from next door.

Wayne's lips twitched.

I really wish I wasn't a dragon right now!

Sigh, having such advanced hearing is really tough.

Wayne promptly rolled over and covered his ears with the pillow.

Ignoring what you hear is the best policy.

Upholding justice, punishing evil, saving the innocent, and incidentally physically transforming a potential, persistent source of scourge.

It felt like drinking a whole glass of ice-cold cola on a hot summer day—absolutely refreshing!

When he finally finds Golden Dragon's mother, Wayne feels he can talk about his past acts of upholding justice.

After that, Wayne made a special trip to the Golden Flower Orphanage to see Sophia and the children who had been rescued.

Although the little ones are still a bit timid and their injuries on their faces and bodies haven't fully healed, their eyes have already lit up. They can eat normally, play in the sunshine, and even learn to recognize words with their nanny.

When Sophia saw him, her face turned red with joy. She pulled him aside and chattered on and on, even showing him the crooked words "Thank you, Lord Golden Dragon" that she had learned to write from her nanny.

Knowing that the little ones were doing well, Wayne finally felt relieved of his last worry.

He can finally free up some time and energy to focus on his own affairs.

Wayne currently has two main tasks:

Firstly, we must continue investigating who is behind the city of Hull, collecting children and performing flesh-and-blood transmutation.

According to Vivian's confession, the organization she had previously joined was just one of many organizations responsible for supplying goods.

The truly top-level organization is very mysterious, certainly not something Vivian, who has only been in there for three months, could possibly understand.

"It seems the real mastermind behind this is incredibly powerful..."

Wayne lay on the bed, legs crossed, stroking his chin in thought.

To be able to weave such a dark network involving human trafficking, child abuse, and sorcery experiments right under the nose of this powerful figure, and to keep it hidden for so many years, demonstrates an extraordinary level of power and secrecy.

Wayne is not planning to touch Vivian's current organization for the time being.

Firstly, Vivian's level is too low, and she knows limited core information. Acting rashly could easily alert the enemy.

Secondly, his real target is the big fish behind the scenes. Clearing out these small fry is not very meaningful and may even scare the big fish into diving deeper.

"When the time is right, we can wipe out the real mastermind, along with all their henchmen, in one fell swoop!"

A cold glint flashed in Wayne's eyes.

This matter is not urgent; it requires patience and more accurate information.

And the other thing, of course, is... finding Mom!

That was his real purpose in coming to Hel!

To be honest, Wayne had some ideas about the first thing, since he had the information Vivian had provided. By following the clues, he could find some leads.

But finding one's mother is obviously much more difficult and abstract.

Walking straight up and knocking on the door is certainly one solution, but Wayne felt that the chances of being accepted by the Golden Dragon and finding his mother that way were slim.

He needs a more effective method.

Family, let's ask Vivian, who's far away!

Vivian had just gone to bed, and the hardworking old miner was getting ready to work when he suddenly heard Wayne knocking and talking, which almost scared him out of his wits.

After a while, she came out, her face flushed, dressed in her pajamas.

"Sir, sir...it's so late, is there...what's the matter?"

Wayne took a special look at the other person's hand.

Yes, they must have washed their hands.

"Vivian, do you know that in Hel, if you want to meet other golden dragons, besides going directly to Mount Valius, what other... um, more friendly, more acceptable ways are there?"

"what?"

Vivian paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting this question, and breathed a sigh of relief while becoming curious.

"Sir, why are you asking this? If you want to find other Golden Dragon Lords, just go find them! After all, you're a Golden Dragon Lord too! Do you think they wouldn't recognize you as their companion?"

As Vivian spoke, she subconsciously tidied her messy hair and collar with her hands.

It's not that he won't be considered a companion. The golden dragon's personality is what it is. Even if a strange golden dragon like Wayne wanders into the other's territory, Wayne feels that he can still make a living.

The problem is that Wayne doesn't want to be a partner, he wants to be family.

He's here to join this big family.

This is obviously not that easy.

Golden dragons may be kind, law-abiding, and helpful, but they are by no means stupid.

How could she possibly let a stranger's baby call her "Mom"?

"No, that won't work."

Wayne shook his head.

"I'm not from the same ethnic group as them, Vivian. Is there any other way? Remember, it's not just about getting me to see them, but also about making them feel quite favorably towards me."

Wayne then went into Vivian's room.

Vivian's bedroom... was indeed a bit messy.

The blankets on the bed were rolled up in a ball, and a pillow lay on the floor. Scattered on the table were several spellbooks with curled edges, some cheap spellcasting materials, a half-eaten dark bread, and a glass of water that had long since gone cold.

The air was filled with a faint smell of dust, the smell of old book pages, and a... indescribable, slightly fishy smell, similar to but different from the smell of mud after rain.

Upon seeing this, Wayne's face darkened.

Damn, it's such a waste to put this molting thing in such a high-class hotel.

You bastard, at least paved the way for me before you became a miner!

"Are the matters between you Golden Dragon Lords... really this complicated?"

Vivian couldn't help but complain. She walked to the bedside, plopped down on the rolled-up blanket, and crossed her legs.

"Ah, never mind, I don't know much about the intricacies of your Golden Dragon faction anyway."

Just when Wayne thought Vivian had no other choice and was about to make her pay for the room herself...

The gold miner then changed the subject.

"However, Lord Golden Dragon..."

Vivian's voice carried a hint of slyness and a smug satisfaction at having a plan.

She adjusted her posture and habitually slipped her right hand into the left sleeve of her pajamas, her fingers seemingly unconsciously stroking the lining fabric of the cuff.

"I truly don't understand your Golden Dragon methods. After all, you are the Golden Dragon; how would I know how your dragon clan recognizes relatives and pays respects to each other?"

"but!"

Vivian emphasized her words and slapped her left hand against her thighs, which were pressed together.

"From my perspective as a human who lived in Hel City for a while and has some understanding of the deeds of the Golden Dragons..."

"There is indeed a more reliable method!"