In the forest beyond Bayek, the workers, engrossed in their labor, were abruptly aware of a vast shadow that flashed past.


    They looked up, yet discerned naught.


    The elven priest furrowed her brow and glanced at the white - robed high - priestess beside her.


    The latter murmured, "What a mighty dragon..."


    Scarcely had she spoken when the dragon she mentioned alighted gently within the town of Bayek.


    Precisely at the doorstep of Glen''s residence.


    A massive red claw reached out to Glen''s door, and with one of its talons, it gently rapped on the wooden door.


    Half a minute later, the door opened. The elf, attired in a maid''s costume, opened the door and was immediately confronted by the enormous red dragon crouched in the street.


    The overwhelming presence and the visual impact left the elf somewhat stunned.


    "Greetings. I am Redwit, a visitor from Dragon Island. May I inquire if Mr. Glen is at home?"


    The dragon spoke in a voice of great courtesy.


    Yet, its resounding voice seemed to cause the ground to tremble slightly.


    Drell, the elf acting as Glen''s housekeeper, instinctively rubbed her ears. Realizing it might be impolite, she quickly put her hand down and said to the dragon,


    "Pray, wait a moment, Mr. Redwit?"


    She was uncertain about the dragon''s gender.


    Redwit merely nodded, indicating that Drell''s address was appropriate.


    Thereupon, the elven housekeeper promptly rushed towards the basement and summoned Glen, who was deeply engrossed in his research.


    Upon hearing that a dragon was seeking him, Glen was rather perplexed.


    When he reached the door, he too saw the dragon and was certain he had never seen it before.


    "Are you Glen? I am Redwit. The elf just now should have informed you," the dragon lowered its dragon head, assuming a seemingly equal stance.


    "Redwit? Are you the elder brother of that white - scaled dragon - born? You two seem to have little blood relation," Glen said.


    The elf, perhaps too nervous when she went to fetch him, had not mentioned the dragon''s name. Otherwise, Glen would have known already.


    "Indeed. The mother who raised me is not my biological mother; she is my brother''s," the dragon admitted forthrightly.


    Glen nodded in understanding. Recalling the conflict with the white - scaled dragon - born at the last birthday party, he continued to ask,


    "So, you''ve come to me on account of your brother? Seeking to avenge him?"


    The dragon shook its head. "On the contrary, I am here to apologize. I am fully aware of all that transpired at the birthday party. It was my brother who caused the commotion in the first place. It''s good that you taught him a lesson. I know you showed restraint. Although, as an elder brother, I might be expected to stand up for my brother, I only have affection for the mother who raised me. I don''t like this brother much."


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    "As a red dragon, you are quite different from what I''ve learned," Glen said, genuinely curious. Among the dragons in this world, red dragons were the most violent and greedy, as described in many materials.


    Yet, this one before him, in terms of its words and deeds, didn''t seem to be the typical red - dragon behavior.


    "Many people have asked me this question," Redwit seemed not at all surprised by Glen''s query. "Indeed, since my birth, my body has contained some adverse elements. However, this doesn''t guarantee that my future character will develop in the direction these elements might lead. It just requires experiencing some events, some events that a dragon will never forget in its life."


    "One bad day can completely change a person. It seems the same for dragons," Glen agreed.


    "You''ve summarized it quite incisively."


    "Did you come all this way just to apologize?"


    "Actually, I''m here to visit the Black Crows and apologize by the way. Now, I should go and visit my old friends. Farewell, Mr. Glen."


    Just as the dragon turned around and started walking on all fours towards the depths of the town, Glen asked, "Can''t you assume a smaller form? It''s so inconvenient like this."


    The dragon didn''t stop and said, "This is the smallest form I can transform into."


    Glen actually wanted to ask if the dragon could transform into human form, but it seemed it couldn''t.


    The smallest form seemed to be over twenty meters by rough estimate. How large would it be when it transformed back? … Glen thought this and closed the door to return to the basement.


    A few days ago, he suddenly received several invitation letters to balls, almost all from unfamiliar noble ladies. This left Glen rather puzzled.


    Later, people claiming to be noble housekeepers came directly to invite him. After asking, he learned that those invitation letters were written by his book - fans.


    They were extremely fond of the story of the mermaid and highly admired Glen, who wrote this story, and were eager to meet him in person.


    Glen had no desire to attend any balls. They were all strangers, and just thinking about sitting there listening to their flattery was agonizing.


    He firmly declined those invitations and simply secluded himself, hoping to wait out the commotion.


    Now he was researching a magic - energy generator, thinking that after the lizardman named Sorey perfected the electric lamp, he would install it in his home first.


    He still remembered the knowledge of circuits from high school clearly. All he lacked was a machine that could stably supply electricity.


    Inventing the simplest generator from his previous life might be a bit difficult for him, but now, as a mage with some basic magic knowledge, creating a magic - energy generator was naturally much easier.


    Not long after the dragon left, he was still in the basement when the elven housekeeper came down again and said,


    "Mr. Glen, Miss Pernas is looking for you."


    Glen didn''t even look up and said, "Just say I''m not here."


    Drell was taken aback. As an elf, she disliked lying, but since it was Glen''s request, she had to comply.


    The basement became quiet again.


    Shortly after, Drell came down again and said, "Mr. Glen, that human lady said she''ll wait for you to come back at your house."


    Glen sighed, put down what he was doing, and directly climbed up the stairs to the upper floor.


    The blonde noble lady was sitting expressionlessly in Glen''s living room at this moment.


    Hearing the sound, she looked over. When she saw Glen appear, she immediately stood up in surprise. Just as she was about to say something, she composed herself and put on her usual haughty look and said,


    "Glen, I hereby formally invite you to the ball to be held at my house in two days. Here is the invitation."


    As she spoke, she took out an invitation with a special mark with her hand wearing a white - gauze glove and handed it to Glen.


    Although she really wanted to speak more gently in her heart, she felt too shy to do so. So, she could only show her sincerity while remaining haughty.


    Glen stared at her with a dead - fish - eye look, glanced at the invitation, and then at the blonde girl waiting for him to accept it with joy, and said,


    "Are you so persistent just for this?"


    Pernas furrowed her brow and looked at Glen. "Yes? Is there a problem?"


    Glen folded his arms. "Were you instigated by other noble ladies?"


    "No!" Pernas immediately retorted. "I just want to invite you to attend!"


    "I don''t want to go."


    Glen turned around and didn''t take the invitation.


    The blonde girl was a bit anxious. She picked up her skirt and chased in front of Glen to stop him and said,


    "Why?! Do you dislike me so much?"


    "Little girl, I''m very busy!" Glen gritted his teeth and mischievously ruffled Pernas'' carefully - arranged hair.