Wait a minute, why do I have to wait for them to make the first move? Hmm? Why not just take a page from the Bone King and give these Central Earth powerhouses a super surprise?
Even if there were more tricky Legendary individuals around, he could still easily get away right now.
But this way, he'd be able to grasp the most direct information firsthand. Incidentally, he could also accomplish what he couldn't at Evil Scale Fortress—see if he could further perfect his spell list through Jealousy.
If I run into the Time Stasis guy... wait a minute, dealing with that kind of tough nut wouldn't be easy if I really came across him.
Just as David's thoughts, muddled from soaking in lava, were jumping chaotically left and right, his Green Dragon secretary, Nifadora, suddenly arrived and whispered beside his ear, "Dragon Lord, former Drow Matriarch Naferutali seeks an audience."
"Which one?" After so many years, David genuinely had no impression of her.
"Ah, the Drow who hijacked a batch of our cargo thirty-two years ago," Nifadora reminded him tactfully.
With a loud BANG, David suddenly rose in a fit of Wrath, exclaiming, "She dares to show up after hijacking my goods? What audacity!"
Nifadora couldn't help but smile wryly, saying, "She's come to make amends."
"Oh?" David was suddenly intrigued. "What does she plan to offer as compensation?"
"A thousand pounds of gold, ten ships' worth of goods of equivalent value, and... I don't know how to describe it. Why don't you come see for yourself?"
David was at once taken aback. Whatever it is that left Nifadora at a loss for words, that Drow must be up to some new trick.
Moreover, as he recalled, if he remembered correctly, this Drow was a Legendary individual, wasn't she?
Seeking revenge on her himself would likely be too much trouble. Is she really that afraid of me?
When David arrived at the temporary Dragon Nest, which was just beginning to take shape, and saw the former Drow Matriarch, his mouth fell open slightly in astonishment.
There he saw the Legendary Drow, stark naked and bound with thorny vines as if in a tortoise-shell binding.
Behind her followed a hundred or so 'Drow'. They were also completely dark-skinned but impressively robust and tall. Additionally, there were several hunched, balding old men.
The moment they saw him arrive, they prostrated themselves on the ground, buttocks in the air, wailing and crying out, "Prince David Uthos! I, Naferutali, have awaited Your return for thirty-two long years!"
David smacked his lips. Is this their world's version of 'bearing thorns to beg forgiveness'?
What are these black demons and old men here for? Executioners?
Damn it, Drow always have to be so theatrical.
Listening to the Drow's tearful explanation, David finally understood. Apparently, her subordinates had only realized they'd robbed *his* ships *after* the hijacking. They had wanted to apologize but couldn't find his dragon, and so they had spent the last few decades in restless anxiety, or so the story went.
David laughed on the spot. I'll believe that when pigs fly! Even if my dragon form wasn't around, Nifadora was still at the camp, wasn't she?
But as he listened, something felt off. He asked, "You mean, they are?"
Naferutali suddenly looked embarrassed. She opened her mouth and said, "Yes, they are all descendants of the seventeen survivors of the Rosinde clan. I originally told my subordinates to take good care of them, but they... well, they took things a bit too far in their 'care'..."
David took a deep breath.
It was such an absurd situation, so why did it seem so perfectly logical when Drow were involved?!
His head starting to ache, David immediately said to Nifadora beside him, "Call Rosinde over. Let's hear what this 'grievous victim' has to say."