Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1318
Chapter 1318: Chapter 723: Longevity and Everlasting Prosperity Chapter 1318: Chapter 723: Longevity and Everlasting Prosperity “I have been paying attention to you because the aura you carry resembles someone I once knew.”
The Master's words stunned the Flood Dragon and the surrounding Soldiers of the Demon Race. They had not expected the Master to take the initiative to explain himself, especially in such a direct and sincere manner. The tension and unease in the Flood Dragon's heart quickly dissipated, and with gratitude, he looked at the Master and said respectfully, “Thank you, Master, for your discerning insight. Indeed, I have no prior acquaintance with you. If given the chance, I shall exert all my efforts to serve the Demon Race and to repay your magnanimity.”
Upon hearing this, the Master's face revealed a trace of a satisfied smile. He knew that his words had not only resolved the Flood Dragon's confusion and disquiet but had also successfully subdued this exceptionally powerful individual. In the days to come, the Flood Dragon would undoubtedly become a formidable force for the Demon Race, contributing his strength to the Race's prosperity and flourish.
“Or has this person done something to the Master before? Do we need to take action?” another Soldier chimed in, echoing the previous statement. His voice was deep and forceful, carryring an unquestionable chill, like a sharp ice blade ready to slice through the fog at any moment. His gaze was fixed firmly on the Flood Dragon, as if ready to pounce like a cheetah upon the Master's command and subdue the target.
Hearing this, the Flood Dragon felt even more anxious, as if a massive stone was pressing on his heart, almost leaving him breathless. He was well aware that he was on Demon Race territory and that any rash actions could lead to fatal consequences. He stood in place, his immense body slightly trembling, not from fear, but due to the anxiety and unease that filled him. His eyes were filled with dread as if recalling a moment that had left him profoundly shaken.
“I… I really have not offended the Master!” The Flood Dragon's voice trembled, wracking his brain to understand how he could have possibly offended the Master. He truly had no recollection of ever encountering him! His heart was full of confusion and helplessness, feeling as though he had been caught in an inescapable vortex.
“Could the Master have mistaken me for someone else?” the Flood Dragon wondered silently. Although his voice was faint, it sounded incredibly clear in the silent Palace where one could only hear their own heartbeat. He looked up at the Master, those eyes attempting to penetrate any mystery, trying to find any sign of recognition or any hint of warmth and reconciliation on the Master's face. However, the Master's expression was as cold as an iceberg, devoid of any emotion, like an eternal snow peak, impenetrable to any insight into his true thoughts.
“Master, I… I really don't know you, nor have I ever committed any offense,” the Flood Dragon mustered the courage to say in a quivering voice. He knew his current situation was perilous, but he still hoped for a glimmer of a chance to escape this unwarranted disaster.
The Master, upon hearing this, narrowed his eyes as if scrutinizing the Flood Dragon. He remained silent for a moment, then slowly began to speak: “Flood Dragon, you need not be nervous. I truly do not know you, nor do we have any past grievances. The reason I have taken an interest in you is that the aura you carry is similar to someone I once knew. That kind of aura, I will never forget.”
The Master's words once again stunned the Flood Dragon and the surrounding Soldiers. They were taken aback that the Master would explain himself proactively, and so candidly. The anxiety and unease in the Flood Dragon's heart were largely reduced, and he looked at the Master with gratitude, saying respectfully, “Thank you, Master, for your keen discernment. I indeed have no previous acquaintance with you. Should the opportunity arise, I vow to faithfully serve the Demon Race, to express my gratitude for your generous understanding.”
“I have no acquaintance with you, and there has never been any friction. Logically, it shouldn't be possible!” the Flood Dragon continued to mutter to himself, his voice echoing through the vast Palace, carrying a tinge of helplessness and confusion. He lowered his head, his massive body trembling slightly, those eyes filled with bewilderment as if conveying an inner anguish. He was acutely aware of the significance of identity and status in the strictly hierarchical society of the Demon Race. Being just a humble Flood Dragon, despite his not insignificant power, he was an insignificant figure among the Demon Race. How could he possibly be connected to this noble, imposing Master? It seemed utterly fanciful and left him feeling both absurd and helpless.
Just then, the atmosphere in the Palace turned heavy. The Master suddenly spoke, his voice deep and commanding as if it contained endless power, echoing from the Abyss and instilling involuntary reverence: “Flood Dragon, you need not be nervous. I truly do not know you, nor have we any past grievances. My interest in you is not due to who you are but because of the aura you carry… it reminds me of someone I once knew.”
The Master's words left the Flood Dragon stunned. He looked up at the Master, his eyes shining with curiosity and bewilderment. He had not expected that his aura would attract the Master's attention. Unable to contain himself, he asked, “Master, who was this person? Do they have any relation to me?”
The Master fell silent for a moment, his gaze growing deep and distant as if crossing the barriers of time and space, returning to a distant past. Then he began to speak slowly, narrating a long-forgotten tale: “He was a comrade-in-arms who fought beside me for many years. His name was James Dragon. We had been through countless life-and-death trials together, forging a deep friendship. However, he was grievously injured in one battle and ultimately fell on the battlefield. Since then, I have been searching for someone with a similar aura, hoping to find his reincarnation or descendant.”
Chapter end
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