Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3235

Chapter 3235 Breaking the Cycle (Part 2)

"Now, it's my turn to be that Wyrm for Lith and you. Who knows, maybe in the future Lith will do the same for our younger brethren and one day this stupid cycle of Dragons ignoring one another until it's too late will be broken."

"Thank you, Gentor." Valtak wanted to say more but he failed to find the right words.

"Don't mention it. Even at the lowest interest rate, I'd say that after two thousand years I owe you way more than what you're asking me." Gentor zoomed the hologram out, showing off his palace, riches, and the many Golden Wyrmlings tussling among them playfully.

"Now, before we get all sentimental, I need to ask. Are the Ears of Menadion the real deal?"

"Yes." Valtak's voice came out hoarse, forcing him to clear his throat.

"And it can be used by anyone as long as its owner allows it, correct?" Gentor had changed the topic on purpose after noticing how moved the Elder Wyrm was.

"Correct."

"What does the Ears do, exactly? The stories are very vague. They range from listening to Mogar's very voice to turning you into a god of the battlefield."

"I have no idea." The Father of Fire replied in embarrassment. "Lith just pulled them out and I didn't think about trying them myself. It's one piece of the legendary set of Menadion, for the gods' sake. It's bound to be very powerful."

"But its magic is outdated by 700 years." Gentor tutted. "Do your research better, old Wyrm, and then make a second round of calls. Who knows, maybe you'll have better luck with your pitch if you actually know what you are selling.

"I'm coming as soon as I can. Gentor out."

As the hologram faded, Valtak smiled and then sighed deeply.

'I appreciate Gentor's concern but the fact that he is the only one who asked questions about the Ears means he's the only one who took my request into consideration' He thought. 'Even if the Ears were a modern masterpiece, it would make no difference unless I promise to give it to a specific bloodline.

'It would guarantee their help and make Lith lose the help of the Organization, Gentor, and even my Fire Dragons. Dragons don't do charity unless there is at least the pretense of getting something in return.'

The Father of Fire checked his contact runes to make sure everyone had answered his summon. There were many who had ignored it but one in particular pained the Elder Wyrm's heart.

Valtak pressed the unblinking rune, deeming it a personal call.

"What do you want, old Wyrm?" The voice on the other side was cold and detached. The only emotion it betrayed was annoyance.

Unlike in the previous conversations, old Wyrm wasn't used as a term of endearment but as an insult.

"I just wanted to speak with you, son." Valtak looked at the skeletal figure in front of him. "This might be the last occasion we have to mend our relationship."

"Please! You've said those words…" Bony fingers flipped through the pages of a thick diary filled with the ramblings of a mad dragon trying to hold on to his sanity. "Thirty-four times already yet we are still here."