Chapter 3: The Mysterious Prisoner_1

"I was indeed taken to that deserted island by my magic pet. Adventure is a form of ritual training that one should undergo," Richard boasted, knowing that the dragons here could fly.

"Richard hasn't yet been legally confirmed by the temple, and his dragon beast pet... it... was swallowed by a storm while it was rescuing me," Helen reluctantly went along with his lie, looking a bit unnatural.

"I can now sense the strong aura emanating from him," Viscount Simek, worldly-wise as he was, nodded, scrutinizing Richard with earnest. Richard stood tall, making efforts to maintain his bearing to express the dragon's aura more clearly.

"However…..regarding whether this impressive aura is leftover dragon breath, please forgive my limited knowledge. I am only a Wind Whisperer, this matter has to be certified by the senior clergy of the Temple," Viscount Simek stated seriously. "After all, this incident is too unexpected for all Beamon priests."