This isn't a souls-like game at all.

After glaring fiercely at the embarrassed man with glasses again, the girl with glasses began to introduce herself.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Hawkwood from the Dragon Clan.

"We are travelers from the Rodno Empire. My name is Winsty, this is Snow, and those are Conoshou and Sitia."

Hearing this, the remaining man and woman, including the tall, stern and handsome Konoshu, nodded slightly with an expressionless face.

Sitia, who was petite with a gentle and delicate temperament, held her staff in her arms and bowed timidly.

Together with the mature and cheerful girl with glasses, Winsty, and the boy with glasses, Snow, who acts rashly and speaks without thinking, they form a team of four with different personalities.

Ye Yiyi glanced at the four people and thought that they should be the magicians that Aidan mentioned who came all the way from the eastern border to complete their graduation thesis.

Or rather, a magic college student.

Because my graduation project has not been completed yet, I am not yet a formal magician.

After thinking about it, Ye Yiyi did not expose their identities for the time being, but nodded and smiled.

"So you're a traveler from the eastern border. What a pleasure to meet you."

"No, no, no, we are honored to meet Lord Hawkwood!"

Winsty quickly waved her hands, showing an embarrassed expression to hide her excitement and surprise, and continued.

"Sir Hawkwood, I just heard you say that you seem to be... a dragonman?"

"Yes, the Dragon People."

Ye Yiyi smiled and brought out the words that he had prepared long ago.

"Our tribe is extremely small, and we spend most of our time dormant. We have never been active on the borders of this era, so we are not well-known. It's normal that you find it surprising."

"Is that right?"

Wensty was slightly surprised, looked at his companion beside him, and then spoke while suppressing his joy.

"Then, Lord Hawkwood, please forgive me for asking... Are the Dragon People descendants of the Flying Dragon Clan?

"You're here, could it be that you're here for the poisonous dragon that's lurking here?"

"Poisonous Flying Dragon?" Ye Yiyi smiled upon hearing this, but did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Could it be that you all are here for the flying dragon as well?"

"To be honest, sir, we are actually members of the Dragon Cult."

Snow on the side looked up and down at Ye Yiyi's dragon body, his eyes almost shining as he said:

"Anything related to flying dragons is within our research scope... Ugh!"

Snow rolled his eyes, covered his stomach and knelt on the ground. The cold and silent handsome guy Koshuno lifted him up from behind, and finally the elegant and weak Sitia stuffed the rag into his mouth.

Wensty smiled and retracted his arm, brushed off the non-existent dust on his elbow, and chuckled softly at Ye Yiyi.

"I'm very sorry, Snow had a brain injury last night. Please don't pay attention to his nonsense."

"Yeah……"

"Yes!"

Ye Yiyi pursed her lips and thought to herself that you have a clear division of labor and are familiar with the process, so this shouldn't be the first time you've done this.

"So are you from the Dragon Cult?" he asked.

"Uh……"

Wensty hesitated slightly, and finally spoke slowly:

"Actually... we did receive an invitation from the Dragon Cult, but we don't know much about the Dragon Cult itself, so we haven't decided whether to join or not."

Hearing this, Ye Yiyi raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking that if she hadn't heard Aidan mention their affairs in advance, she might have really believed what this girl said.

It's not that she hadn't thought it through. She was just afraid that as a dragon person, she would come into conflict with the Dragon Cult, so she took a step back to advance and wanted to use this to test his attitude.

"This little girl is so precise in her words. No wonder these brats are so young and immature that they take her as their leader."

Ye Yiyi completely ignored the fact that he was only 20 and not much older than this group of people, and then laughed.

"I see. Actually, the Dragon Cult is quite good. I have received their invitation. I also know their bishop in Amblett. He is a loyal and brave man with a strong sense of justice.

"If this is the atmosphere throughout the cult, then I think there's nothing wrong with joining."

"Really? So you've been invited too? But if you say so, I'm relieved!"

A look of joy appeared on Winsty's face, and he took out a notebook wrapped in cowhide from his arms and spoke again.

"But if you join the Dragon Hall, then we'll all be family."

"That's true."

Ye Yiyi glanced at the notebook in Wensty's hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"To be honest, Your Excellency, I'm very curious about the Dragon People. I wonder if I could ask you a few questions about your race?"

"Since we are all future colleagues, a few minor questions are certainly no problem."

Hearing this, Ye Yiyi smiled reservedly and nodded.

Although he said this, he was actually laughing wildly in his heart!

Are you just curious? Or are you planning to include me in your paper and prove my identity as a dragon-man?

But this is exactly the effect Ye Yiyi wants!

With the endorsement of the Dragon Cult and the Hall of Stopping War, his identity as a dragon man will be completely flawless from now on!

So for the next period of time, he started with the ancient war, combining curses, dragon battles, ancient dragon secrets, and all sorts of dragon settings from other games...

He made full use of his ability to speak freely, and finally, with his powerful strength as evidence, he fabricated a secret story about the "Descendants of the Dragon" that was only briefly famous in history.

Of course, he didn't exaggerate too much, saying things like kicking ancient dragons and punching curses. After all, the other party was most likely going to submit this thing as a graduation thesis, and no one would believe him if he exaggerated too much.

In order to increase his credibility, he did tell some truths or warnings derived from the item descriptions that were unknown to outsiders.

For example, there are invasions by the sons of hell, disasters caused by foreign gods, and secrets of the curse returning to the world.

I believe that as long as the girl’s thesis advisor is not a fool, he or she will realize the seriousness of the matter after seeing these little-known secret truths.

Of course, by that time, Ye Yiyi might have already arrived at the eastern border, and might even have had in-depth contact with the Zhige Hall as a dragon man.

In this way, Wensty's thesis will not make her the target of public criticism, but will become an important testimony to support the authenticity of Ye Yiyi's remarks!

Look, look, what I said a long time ago, has it come true now?

The story lasted until noon, and only when the sun was high in the sky did he bid farewell to the four people who were still reluctant to leave, with dry lips and a thirsty tongue.

Considering that the four of them had sneaked out of the city yesterday evening and had no idea what happened in Amblett, Ye Yiyi didn't mention it much.

Only after the group's backs completely disappeared from his sight did he return to the underground via the elevator and bring the group who were still waiting at the bottom of the Day-Moon Tower out of the ground.

“How many years have you been…”

Alatron looked up at the cloudless sky, his eyes feeling dry, but he couldn't even shed tears.

“…I never thought that I would see the light of day.”

"You are free."

Ye Yiyi patted his shoulder and reached out to take the stardust that he had collected for him during the waiting time.

Looking down at the cans of stardust filled in his hands, he couldn't help but sigh.

"You're thoughtful, thank you."

"You're too kind. This is what I should do."

Alatron shook his head, then spoke again nervously.

"Then... Your Excellency, would you please condescend to listen to my request?"

"Go ahead." He put the stardust in his hand into the four-dimensional chrysanthemum and nodded.

"As long as it's within my ability, I will definitely help."

"That's great!"

Aratron finally smiled with relief.

"Please rest assured, sir. I hope your help isn't too difficult... So, do you remember what I said before, about the items needed to reach the witch's lair..."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at the female psychic Norsley who came over after hearing the voice.

"I remember." Ye Yiyi nodded, thought for a moment and said, "You mean the cursed one has the seal?"

"Yes, that's the key to the door to the witch's abode. Without it, we can't go to that ancient cemetery..."

"Do you want me to help you find that seal?" Ye Yiyi interrupted him.

"That's not the case." Alatron shook his head. "If anyone could enter the gate without a sigil, it would be the Great..."

The stargazer's words came to an abrupt halt. He stared blankly at the black wooden sculpture that Ye Yiyi took out from behind him and held in his hands. Thick black mist spewed out from his ears.

"The Seal of the Cursed?!"

Alatron was horrified, his shocked gaze moving back and forth between Ye Yiyi and the wood carving, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Sir, this is wrong...ah..."

"Want to know why I have this?"

Ye Yiyi tossed the wooden sculpture in his hand. Just as Alatron was about to speak, he heard a shrill squeak from the side!

"Don't underestimate Master Oscar! You damn magician!!"

"?"

Including Norsley, the three of them turned their heads and saw Angel holding the enthusiastic Su Ke with an embarrassed expression.

After being teased by this guy, Ye Yiyi suddenly lost all interest and no longer felt like pretending.

"..."

After a moment's silence, he continued.

"If you want this, I can't give it to you right now, but I can give it to you after I go find the witch."

Wait until we find the witch and then light the holy monument. Then it won’t matter whether we have the seal or not.

"I don't need this."

Alatron reacted and realized that Ye Yiyi was willing to give this to him, and shook his head slightly moved.

"As I promised those who died in such a miserable fate, I hope to find a shelter for them that can accommodate the dead.

"And the witch's territory is just such a place, so..."

"I understand what you mean."

Ye Yiyi suddenly understood, and put away the seal under Norsley's dry gaze.

“Having said that, after so many years, no one knows whether the witch’s abode can still truly be what you wish.

"If you don't mind, you can wait a little longer until I finish dealing with things here, and then go to the witch's place to investigate. If it's possible, I'll notify you to set off. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Alatron let out a long sigh and bowed deeply to Ye Yiyi.

"Lord Oscar, your kindness is as gentle as the light of the crescent moon. May your existence be eternal and live as long as the mountains!"

"Uh, does that sound familiar?"

Ye Yiyi scratched his face with his hand, and then he heard Su Ke screaming at the top of his lungs again.

"Damn magician! Lord Oscar is not an ancient mountain dragon. Don't praise Lord Oscar with the prayers of the Grand Duchy of Lingluan, you damned bastard!"

"Suk shut up!"

"Oh."

The metal mouse darted its eyes around and quickly covered its mouth.

"call……"

Ye Yiyi let out a long breath, then turned his head to look at the expressionless Norsley.

"As for you, your goal is also to find the witch, right? Then please come with me for the time being. I also have something I want to ask you later."

"..."

Norsley was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: