Yet, despite bearing such a mission, this blue dragon held no regard for the task.
Though blue dragons shared the innate greed for treasure, Rahman had never experienced the bitterness of an "empty hoard."
From birth, he possessed mountains of gold and silver, gems, and artworks—so much that his lair could scarcely contain them. Even his frantic digging to expand his den could not keep pace with the torrent of wealth flowing his way.
Each year, he had to invent excuses to gift away his "least valuable" treasures, lest he be buried alive beneath his own hoard.
This surplus of wealth and privileged upbringing forged a new generation of blue dragons utterly unlike their ancestors. Thus, Rahman could neither comprehend nor share their sense of crisis.
At most, he might grow irritated when his investments failed or his rivals at the Golden Dragon Bank profited handsomely—but never once had he felt the dread of "I'll go bankrupt if this continues."
Nor was he alone. His draconic peers were much the same. In Liberl Port, these young blue dragons invested not for gold, but for recognition—to prove their race's greatness, to indulge their eccentric tastes.
This, in turn, gave outsiders the illusion that blue dragons were "rich, hands-off, and easy to please."
As for Rahman? While not as frivolous as some, he hadn't come to Liberl Port to fatten the bank's coffers. He sought diversion, and to savor the world's beauty.
Fine wine. Gourmet fare. Sculptures. Paintings. Music. And above all...
Beautiful women.
When the white-haired young human appeared at the street's end, his posture proud, the blue dragon's golden vertical pupils flickered with appreciation.
Dragons were creatures of elegance and grace—blue dragons especially. Their ability to admire beauty in all beings birthed the many dragon-blooded races of the world.
And now, gazing at this human, Rahman could not suppress a silent sigh.
A Silver Kin human...
No surprise they're descendants of silver dragons.
History recorded that the Empire of Sein was founded six millennia ago by an aasimar of emerald pupils—the self-styled Green Emperor—and an ancient silver dragon in human guise, who took the title Silver Emperor. Thus, the empire's humans proudly called themselves Silver Kin, flaunting their emerald eyes and silver-white hair.
Though their aasimar and silver dragon bloodlines had diluted to mere whispers, leaving them no different from other humans, dragons still saw this as proof of their ancient alliance with metallic kin.
This one was a silver dragon's scion. Blue dragons, the second mightiest of the chromatics, were natural enemies to their metallic kin—instinct bred hostility.
Yet no one, not even a dragon, was immune to beauty's universal allure.
Least of all blue dragons, with their refined tastes...
Ah, as always—any race touched by silver dragons becomes unbearably exquisite.
Even I'm captivated. Mother would adore him.
A pity he's likely bound for our rivals at the Golden Dragon Bank. No connection to me...
Rahman thought with disappointment, only to then see the white-haired young man slowly walk through the grand entrance of his building.
Instantly, the young blue dragon's eyes lit up.
Meanwhile, on the first floor of the bank, Charles couldn't help but marvel at the transparent tempered glass revolving door before him.
The technological level of this era was limited. Producing perfectly clear tempered glass was impossible through mundane craftsmanship—it required magical intervention.
As a result, tempered glass was rare and prohibitively expensive. It was never used for decoration, reserved instead for the finest alchemists' laboratories as delicate apparatus.
Yet the blue dragons had used it to make a revolving door.
A testament to their obscene wealth and extravagance.
Perfect. Exactly what I'd expect from dragon princes.
Blue dragons should be this wasteful, prioritizing pride over sense. How else am I supposed to squeeze coin out of them?
With that thought, Charles pushed through the door.
The moment he stepped inside, an intoxicating fragrance enveloped him—expensive incense and exotic flowers lined the walls, arranged as if they cost nothing. A thief could steal just one and live comfortably for a month.
Perhaps it was still early, or perhaps business truly was slow, but the lobby was eerily quiet. No long queues—just a quick walk to the service counter.
Charles's little heart pounded like a war drum, yet he maintained a practiced smile. Clutching his document package tightly, he marched straight to the "Investment Services" counter.
Behind a pane of tempered glass sat a female blue dragonborn. Her crisp white suit strained against her generous curves, while her azure draconic head sported a single horn protruding from the nose ridge.
"Greetings," he began smoothly in Draconic, sliding his proposal across the counter. "I am Nigel Charles, legal representative of Life Real Estate Company. I've devised an exceptional venture requiring merely eight thousand gold in investment. The proposal details everything..."
The dragonborn woman gave the barest nod, accepting his documents without a word. Her flared nostrils and upturned snout radiated absolute disdain.
Then her sending stone flashed.
She placed one clawed hand on the glowing stone. Within two seconds, her entire demeanor transformed. Rising abruptly, she addressed him in suddenly respectful Common: "Our apologies, Mr. Charles. Given the substantial sum involved, we must ask you to wait in the adjacent lounge. Prince Rahman himself will discuss this partnership with you shortly."
Charles froze.
What in Tiamat's name?!
Eight thousand gold was pocket change! Why would a genuine blue dragon deign to negotiate this personally?!
This... this...
This was beyond excessive!
What's really going on here?!
The sudden VIP treatment left him both flattered and deeply unsettled.
Can my little tricks actually fool a century-old true dragon?
Before he could ponder further, a male blue dragonborn in immaculate formalwear approached. With perfect poise, he bowed slightly and spoke in flawless Common: "Mr. Charles, this way please. We've prepared desert-specialty goat milk tea for your enjoyment."
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