Chapter 337: The Non-Existent Merchant

Having declined the joint invitation from the ruler of the city and the supporting soul-intent level powerhouse, Muria rode away on Auston from this city, continuing towards the direction of the Elven Kingdom of Vemil.

Having control over a demi-plane, Muria left the chromatic dragons inside, letting only one out for transportation. The big cat Troy also slipped in to sleep, as flying for long periods not only consumes energy but is also rather boring.

Worth mentioning is that in Ionia, Muria had subdued an elderly red dragon, the Crimson Wing Otralis, who requested to stay in Zaichek to assist the red dragon Renata, as her symbol of martial power and to manage the monster clans under the rule of the red dragon Bronya.

Muria agreed, and although he gave Renata three elder-level fire elemental hearts to help the young dragoness advance to soul-intent level and gain more authority, it would still take time.

Otralis could help her through this period, and with the assistance of the elderly red dragon, Renata could more easily control those monster clans.

After all, Renata's strength was too low, and there were many monsters under Bronya's command stronger than her. When they refused to obey Renata's orders, it was not feasible to always turn to Bronya, as that would appear too incompetent.

Of course, Otralis was a six-hundred-year-old wild-grown red dragon, and Muria did not trust it to simply stay and assist Renata without supervision.

In his service, this old dragon was willing to behave, but under Renata's command, it might not be so predictable. Not scheming would be unworthy of its title of Crimson Wing.

Therefore, to better control this old dragon, Muria forcibly extracted a part of its soul, creating a life-and-death controlling charm, which he handed over to Renata. Muria was not overly polite with this old dragon; as long as it was not killed, that was sufficient.

...While en route to the Elven Kingdom, Muria would also visit human cities in human form if he came across any. If any chromatic dragons wanted to follow, they could, but they had to conceal their auras and transform into human forms.

A chromatic dragon appearing in a human city would only cause panic and chaos, attracting human powerhouses and the army to suppress it. Chromatic dragons were already equated with evil dragons in human consciousness; they were symbols of slaughter, death, and destruction.

"The human city is indeed bustling." In the busy streets, Troy, transformed into a small white cat, sat on Muria's shoulder, curiously observing the surroundings.

This thirty-meter-long white tiger preferred to reduce its true form rather than transform into a human, seemingly resistant to transformation magic. Muria naturally would not insist.

Behind Muria was a group of ten or so adolescents, appearing a year or two older than him, and a brawny, red-armored redhead youth. This was the red dragon Auston transformed, soon to enter the young dragon stage.

Due to Muria's upbringing and the legendary sea beast meat they had consumed, his dragons were all unusually developed, their sizes much larger than other dragons of the same age.

This abnormal growth was fully reflected in their transformed human appearances; Auston's human form was a valiant, handsome redhead. The red armor he wore was transformed from his own dragon scales.

Muria and his group, transformed into "humans," strolled leisurely in this well-developed human city. Wherever they went, everyone bowed their heads and made way, viewing Muria and his group as fearsome as a flood or beast.

At first, Muria was somewhat puzzled, but after looking at his attire and the group of curious youths behind him, he quickly understood the situation.

They seemed to be mistaken for aristocratic youths who had sneaked out, unaccustomed to the secular world, thus receiving such treatment.

Except for the armor that Auston created from his scales and the genuine leather coat of the big cat, the clothing worn by Muria and the dragon youths, including himself, was specially crafted by female cloud giants.

These garments could automatically adjust their sizes according to the wearer's body and had other features that Muria and his dragons hardly needed, such as resistance to low-level elemental attacks.

However, that was not the key point; the key was the style of the clothing on Muria and the dragon youths. Cloud giants, a highly advanced civilization among giant races, liked to wear jewelry and garments of lavish designs.

Thus, the garments made by the female cloud giants bore distinctive cloud giant features, with brightly colored robes embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, showcasing the cloud giants' exquisite tailoring skills.

With such garments, coupled with the nearly perfect faces of these non-human beings transformed into human forms, it was not strange for them to be mistaken for nobles.

Nobles were

 born superior to ordinary humans in many aspects—body, appearance, talent, intelligence, and even lifespan—all crushing ordinary humans.

It was common knowledge among ordinary humans that even if nobles did nothing, they were still stronger than ordinary people of the same age.

Their ancestors possessed extraordinary powers, optimizing their human bloodlines, so their descendants also inherited more perfect human traits. Some families of sorcerers with monster bloodlines were exceptions.

"What's that?" Enjoying the treatment only human nobility could expect, Muria led a group of non-human beings to a spacious plaza, where he spotted an extremely conspicuous figure.

"Come one, come all, have a look here, I have the world's most complete selection of goods," a small green-skinned goblin shouted loudly under a tall knight statue in the center of the plaza, looking very out of place.

This exquisitely crafted knight statue was likely a representation of the city lord's ancestor or similar figure, but in such a solemn and respectful spot, there was a sleazy green-skinned goblin setting up a stall and shouting loudly, with no soldiers coming to expel it, which was particularly odd.

Muria watched for a while and noticed an even stranger phenomenon: the goblin shouted in standard Common with such volume, yet none of the passersby glanced at it as if it simply did not exist—or, in their eyes, the goblin was nonexistent.

It seemed that only he himself could see the goblin shouting, while those dragon youths and the big cat on his shoulder around him did not notice the goblin at all.

The goblin merchant came from a character setting in Dragon Layers, provided by the reader Yankami Emperor.

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