He wouldn't say such words.
Otherwise, Icerog would definitely be sad.
He wanted to be a fair and good master!
"By the way, I'm wondering if the skin on those so-called dragon knights' buttocks has been rubbed hard."
Wharton snickered and thought evilly.
But he didn't think about it carefully. How powerful were the people who could become dragon knights? Otherwise, how could they ride on giant dragons' backs?
To that extent, even if a dragon knight didn't use the power of fighting spirit or sword aura, his skin would be unusually tough. Even if a sharp sword or blade was used to stab the skin, it wouldn't be broken.
Of course, a dragon knight didn't worry that the bumps on the giant dragon's back would break his butt.
He was just a level-1 mage, but he was able to ride a frost dragon just because he got the mythological space system.
After more than an hour's flight on the wilderness outside the city, Wharton rode the immortal bird and frost dragon back to Golden Rose.