The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

As the night deepened, after wandering through the city streets, David finally found his target in the port's Lower City District.

When he stepped out from an empty alleyway, he once again took on the appearance of the same "tool" Elf from before.

However, to lower the target's guard, he deliberately made a few slight adjustments to that face, which might still be considered handsome in human eyes.

Pale-faced, with bags under his eyes and a slight, unnatural flush to his cheeks.

In any case, he looked kidney-deficient at first glance.

As David approached without much concealment, the short Elf standing on the street corner in the cold wind immediately licked her lips and smiled at him. She didn't act aloof or turn her head and walk away, as other respectable Elves or Public Order Officers might have done.

"Give me some goods first." David took out a silver coin and placed it in her outstretched palm.

"Mm-hmm, just a moment." The Elf closed her eyes, hummed lightly, then, as if by magic, conjured a reagent bottle wrapped in spider silk from behind her.

Bloody hell… David grimaced as he received the slimy bottle, then wiped his hands on his robe.

The contents of this reagent bottle, of course, were not Anger Potion, but the infamous Drow specialty, Hallucinatory Potion.

But since they were selling Hallucinatory Potions, Greed often drove such organizations to monopolize all the gray-market profits they could in a territory, such as the equally well-known Anger Potion in the realm of combat.

The Elf seemed to sense David's disdain and was somewhat displeased. "Anything else?" she asked. With the city gate guards and Public Order Officers checking so strictly, how else am I supposed to transport my goods?

David then took out a Dewensen Gold Coin, immediately dispelling her dissatisfaction. "I'm looking to stock up."

The Elf's eyes lit up. She took the Gold Coin and bit it, her smile instantly becoming warmer. As she looked at David, this 'consumptive wretch' suddenly seemed strikingly handsome to her, but her inner Greed drove her to demand more. "You want to be my distributor? That's not quite enough."

David scoffed inwardly but replied with false 'Generosity,' "That wasn't for stocking up; consider it a referral fee. The amount I want is large; you can't handle it. Take me to your base."

The Elf, initially somewhat defiant, instinctively yielded to fear and obedience upon meeting David's indifferent gaze.

Originally, she intended to take David's arm, but feeling his clear rejection and contempt, she stamped her foot and obediently began to lead the way, cursing inwardly.

As a Drow, especially a female Drow, there was hardly one who didn't superstitiously believe in her charm over other races.

And when a member of another race was not affected by her charm, she would invariably categorize him as a damnable homosexual.

Although Drow generally weren't averse to same-sex relationships, this was because they were typically polysexual.

This was part of a chain of disdain consistent with the Drow's worldview and logic.

As David followed this Drow disguised as a High Elf through the winding sewers, he soon passed by many Drow releasing their exuberant energy under the influence of potions.

When his gaze swept over them, some Drow even flashed inviting expressions.

It was as if they were inviting him to join their wild orgy.

The deeper David ventured, the more he appreciated the intricate complexity of Dewensen's repeatedly expanded sewer system. It was like an immense maze, and his nostrils constantly filled with a mixture of mold, rot, and other unidentifiable foul odors.

The walls and even some parts of the ground were covered in slimy moss.

Yet the Drow leading him moved with agility and grace, her steps nearly silent on the damp ground.

Drow, long accustomed to the deeper, more complex Gloomy Region, were as comfortable here as in their own homes.

It wouldn't take many years, he suspected, for this place to become the Drow Elves' second spiritual homeland.

Above was bustling Dewensen, along with a bunch of naïve, easily deceived 'distant relatives.' Compared to the cruel darkness of the Gloomy Region, this place was heaven-sent.

At this moment, David finally understood why the High Elves of Dewensen couldn't deal with these Drow hiding in the sewers.

They had neither favorable timing, terrain, nor popular support!

Most importantly, although High Elves also possessed Dark Vision, in total darkness, they could only make things out up to about eighteen meters. In contrast, the Drow, who had spent countless years in the Gloomy Region, could see at least forty meters away.

And the Drow were notoriously skilled at stealth and assassination.

In these complex sewers, if the power difference wasn't too great, High Elves had virtually no chance against Drow in a direct confrontation.

The Drow wouldn't choose to confront them head-on.

They certainly wouldn't launch a 'Sewer Great Expedition' just to clear out the 'rats' down there, would they?

If one day they really lost their minds and passed such a resolution, it would probably ignite another verbal war throughout the entire Elf kingdom.

As David was gloating over this, the Drow leading him finally paused before a stone door, clearly marked with Drow carvings, where another Drow stood guard.

The Drow guard was clearly displeased that her companion had brought a genuine 'High Elf' like David.

The two communicated using Drow hand signs. When David's guide slipped the silver coin David had used to 'buy goods' into the guard's hand, the guard's attitude immediately softened. The guard pretended not to see David and turned to push open the stone door.

"Thank you, but I'll do it myself."

"What are you doing?!"

Just as the guard turned, watching David warily from the corner of her eye, David's hands silently settled onto the napes of both Drow.

The scene was exceptionally bizarre. Both Drow had clearly sensed David's move and had instantly bent their knees, hands darting towards the poisoned daggers at their waists and thighs. Yet, under the indifferent gaze of David's eyes of Greed, it was as if they were willingly offering their necks to his descending hands.

CRACK.

With two crisp sounds, apart from their still wide, rotating eyes, the two Drow could no longer move.

David first discarded the guard like trash.

He then retrieved his Gold Coin and about a dozen of her silver coins from the guide's cleavage before stuffing the sticky Hallucinatory Potion bottle back into her mouth. After wiping his hands on her body, he then threw her aside.

Damn it! Daring to take a Red Dragon's money!

"Truly seeking death."

David shook his head. As he sneered coldly, his originally elfin mouth began to elongate, sprouting sharp fangs.

His legs, also bulging with muscles and sprouting red scales, kicked the stone door before him, sending it flying.

His constantly growing body pressed against the slightly low ceiling of the cave as he stepped into the relatively spacious 'water storage room.'

The unusual commotion outside the door could hardly have escaped the notice of these Drow, with their keen senses.

Thus, when David, this 'Monster' steadily transforming into a Dragon, stepped inside, the hundred or so Drow within—whether they had been indulging, drinking, conversing, or conspiring—all ceased their activities. They turned in unison, clutched the weapons at their sides, and stared at David with eyes full of vigilance and malice.

"This... unfamiliar visitor? May I ask your purpose in coming here?" the leading female Drow inquired.

She showed no intention of mentioning the two Drow who had just died.

One who could disregard their entire organization of over a hundred mid-level Drow was either a madman high on potions, or the kind of lunatic one absolutely couldn't afford to provoke.

The newcomer was clearly the latter.

The Drow instantly wracked their brains, reviewing all the deadly adversaries they might have recently provoked, but couldn't find anyone connected to a Dragon.

David, his semi-draconic form already approaching three meters in height and still expanding, swept his gaze over the Drow and declared in a deep voice, "Get out of my territory."

"You!"

After uttering this statement that left all the Drow momentarily stunned and incensed, David completely reverted to his original Red Dragon form.

However, perhaps because he had been eating too well recently, coupled with the size difference from his Silver Dragon form, as he transformed back this time, his head smashed right through the 'ceiling' above.

A loud bang ensued.

The Drow, who had already been retreating from the sudden appearance of the imposing Red Dragon, were taken aback by this sight.

Yet, seeing the Red Dragon's head suddenly stuck in the crevice in the rock, some Drow realized this was an opportunity of a lifetime.

"Kill him!"

Half the Drow were already stepping into the shadows, preparing to teleport and slay the Dragon.

From a corner, an entirely contrary voice suddenly erupted.

"Run!"

"It's that Sed Ponga!!!"

The Drow who had already lunged forward stumbled, nearly spitting blood from the shock.

You damn bastard, you recognized him! Why didn't you shout earlier?!